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My First "Fan" Meet - Pt 1 free porn video
It was late June in 1983, I had been married for seven months. My husband photographed me all the time, some he forwarded to various " Readers' Wives"publications, a few of which were published in Fiesta, Razzle, etc.
On this morning a large envelope dropped onto the mat addressed to me. After opening it I was a little shocked to find three, quite explicit, letters from guys who had found my photos in the mags and wanted to tell me how much they enjoyed them. One guy called Ted asked if I would be interested in allowing him to take some photos of his own.
I had never imagined that anyone would want me to model for them, let alone offer me money to do so!
The rest of the day was a blur, shopping and housework shot by and I excitedly awaited hubby's return from work. At five fifteen he arrived home, taking his jacket off him I showed him the forwarded letters. Reading them he gave a chuckle, " See I told you ! You are a real BBW star! "
" But do you think they'd really pay to take pics of me? " I asked, slightly incredulously. " Well that's what they say! I tell you what, after tea I will ring up that Ted guy and see what he says, OK? "
I nodded in reply and finished off making our evening meal.
An hour later he was on the phone having an amiable chat with Ted. When he had finished he told me what had been said. The guy was more than willing to pay me £50 for an hours photo session, he would book a hotel room in Preston and we would meet him on the Saturday to do the shoot. I was taken aback by the development but also excited at the same time, I was used to guys taking my photos during my teenage years and as I say hubby used to snap me all the time, but I was a 22yo blonde BBW, and I worried that I might not meet up to this guy's expectations when he saw me, literally, in the flesh!
Over the next two days my excitement and dread increased in equal amounts, I treated myself to a new Basque and stockings as well as a sexy nightdress. On Saturday at noon we pulled up into the hotel car park and entered the public bar area as hubby had arranged with Ted on the phone. I had a small hold all with my " outfits " in and no sooner h had we walked in to the brightly lit bar than we were greeted by a tall man in his mid forties. " Antonia! Wow this is so unreal! You are truly gorgeous! " He was a well built guy, a little thick around the waist, dark wavy hair, dressed in a smart blaxer, grey slacks and blue open-necked shirt.
We moved to a table and sat down, Ted asked us what we were drinking and two minutes later he joined us with a pint for hubby and a cider for me. After ten minutes of small talk Ted suggested that we go to his room and get ready for the "shoot".
When we got to the room I asked what he wanted me to wear. He told me that he loved my schoolgirl look, if I had brought it. I nodded and taking my bag I moved into the bathroom to dress. My mind was raving, hands shaking as I fastened a white bra on my breasts, navy knickers, white shirt and tie, plaid skirt and knee length white socks topped off by a pair of patent leather black shoes. All the time I was dressing I had heard Ted and my hubby chatting away, the odd laugh or two, bangs and clicks as , I presumed , they sat up Ted's camera equipment.
Breathing in deeply I called out, " You ready for me? ", pushed the door open and stepped into the room officially launching my modelling career!
to be continued...
On this morning a large envelope dropped onto the mat addressed to me. After opening it I was a little shocked to find three, quite explicit, letters from guys who had found my photos in the mags and wanted to tell me how much they enjoyed them. One guy called Ted asked if I would be interested in allowing him to take some photos of his own.
I had never imagined that anyone would want me to model for them, let alone offer me money to do so!
The rest of the day was a blur, shopping and housework shot by and I excitedly awaited hubby's return from work. At five fifteen he arrived home, taking his jacket off him I showed him the forwarded letters. Reading them he gave a chuckle, " See I told you ! You are a real BBW star! "
" But do you think they'd really pay to take pics of me? " I asked, slightly incredulously. " Well that's what they say! I tell you what, after tea I will ring up that Ted guy and see what he says, OK? "
I nodded in reply and finished off making our evening meal.
An hour later he was on the phone having an amiable chat with Ted. When he had finished he told me what had been said. The guy was more than willing to pay me £50 for an hours photo session, he would book a hotel room in Preston and we would meet him on the Saturday to do the shoot. I was taken aback by the development but also excited at the same time, I was used to guys taking my photos during my teenage years and as I say hubby used to snap me all the time, but I was a 22yo blonde BBW, and I worried that I might not meet up to this guy's expectations when he saw me, literally, in the flesh!
Over the next two days my excitement and dread increased in equal amounts, I treated myself to a new Basque and stockings as well as a sexy nightdress. On Saturday at noon we pulled up into the hotel car park and entered the public bar area as hubby had arranged with Ted on the phone. I had a small hold all with my " outfits " in and no sooner h had we walked in to the brightly lit bar than we were greeted by a tall man in his mid forties. " Antonia! Wow this is so unreal! You are truly gorgeous! " He was a well built guy, a little thick around the waist, dark wavy hair, dressed in a smart blaxer, grey slacks and blue open-necked shirt.
We moved to a table and sat down, Ted asked us what we were drinking and two minutes later he joined us with a pint for hubby and a cider for me. After ten minutes of small talk Ted suggested that we go to his room and get ready for the "shoot".
When we got to the room I asked what he wanted me to wear. He told me that he loved my schoolgirl look, if I had brought it. I nodded and taking my bag I moved into the bathroom to dress. My mind was raving, hands shaking as I fastened a white bra on my breasts, navy knickers, white shirt and tie, plaid skirt and knee length white socks topped off by a pair of patent leather black shoes. All the time I was dressing I had heard Ted and my hubby chatting away, the odd laugh or two, bangs and clicks as , I presumed , they sat up Ted's camera equipment.
Breathing in deeply I called out, " You ready for me? ", pushed the door open and stepped into the room officially launching my modelling career!
to be continued...
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