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This was about 2007. I'm 47 years old, working in admin at a college. It's 3 years before I become Lady Bee (but I've started the journey) and early on in my relationship with 'The Beekeeper'. I'll say now my haircut is terrible. It's short with a fringe, I look like Rodney from 'Only Fools & Horses'! I don't know what I am thinking. I wear glasses, as I have done for years, but these are in my 'Buddy Holly' frame days (people always complain about the glasses but I'm blind as a bat without them and also I'm very sensitive to light too!).
One evening The Beekeeper and I are over a friend's house. He's a photographer, his name is Lee, and he works at the college where I work too, I'm good friends with his wife, and he's talking about the different courses that he runs for his students. He mentions with one group he works with a life model. The Beekeeper's ears prick up. 'Oh, she wants to be a life model' he says. And I'm embarrassed. I deny it a bit and say, I've thought about it, perhaps in a year or two. Lee says, 'we always need good models and the pay isn't too bad, if you can sit still long enough.' He then laughs, 'Oh and you don't mind being gazed at by a bunch of horny 17 year olds. They come up from the sixth form college.' I laugh and say, perhaps when I'm 50 I'll have some naked photos done for me. I'll start there! And we leave it at that.
When we go home The Beekeeper and I have a conversation in the car. "Why did you mention that about the modelling? I didn't know where to look?" The Beekeeper laughs, 'Well, we have talked about it." I tell him off - "That's between you and me, it's private! One day I might be ready but not yet and not life modelling!" The Beekeeper sighs, "I know, I know... sometime never. That's okay, I was only pulling your leg." We don't talk the rest of the way home.
It was a couple of weeks later. I'm at work, it's my half-day. Just before lunch, I get a call from Lee. He sounds in a panic. "I'll get straight to the point - how serious where you about life modelling? It's just this afternoon I've got my class and the model's called off. And it's just before their exams and they need someone to photograph? You'd be doing them - and me - a big favour."
My immediate reaction is 'no way!' but then I think about the way The Beekeeper dismissed me in the car - 'sometime never'. But could I go through with it. "Hello?" says Lee, "are you still there?" "Yes" I say. "You will? That's brilliant! Thank you so much! Come down to the art room at after lunch.... you can get ready in my office, there's a robe there and everything.... See you then." He hangs up. I'm pretty sure when I said 'yes' I was only saying 'yes' I was still on the line. I didn't mean, 'yes' I would do it. I was still thinking about it. But I took a deep breath - my stomach flipped - it looked like I was going to be a life model a bit before I thought I would.
There were no windows in Lee's office. It was more like a cupboard. Ever the gentleman, Lee made himself scarce, he said the group would be arriving in ten minutes and suggested I be out on the stool in my robe as they arrive, so it's not so much a shock that way. You get used to the class that way. He went through the poses I'd do and made sure I was comfortable and still okay about it all. "You don't have to if you don't want to." he said at least three times but I'd come this far.
He left me to it and closed the door. How strange it was. In ten minutes I'd be naked in front of a group of strangers. I don't think my friends - my non-arty friends and old school friends - would believe I was doing this. I couldn't believe I was doing it. There was no time to call The Beekeeper, although I did wonder if I should. I know he'd approve and not believe it either. It was him, I blame, for developing and encouraging my exhibitionist and 'kinkier' side.
It was only when I removed my knickers and stood in that little office completely naked did I realise what I had forgotten. The Beekeeper has a pubic hair fettish. When we first met I was very much a 20th century girl. I was a teenager in the 1970s and was young in the 1980s and 90s. I would never have considered shaving down there or r-arranging it in any way. I was proud of my bush. I was probably 45, when under The Beekeepers guidance, I trimmed the sides and shaved underneath to reveal my large labia flaps which I'd never really considered before. The Beekeeper went nuts about them. "But don't think I'm shaving down there very often" I remember saying to him, "it's just a treat for you. And no photographs either! That really is private down there." Little did I realise what by 60 years old I'd have posted 1,000 of naked photos online and have 65,000 followers and my own website (www.ladybeeprivatecollection.com).
But what I had forgotten and was suddenly confronted by in that little office was the fact that not only had I been shaving down there and my genitals were completely exposed. Not only that, but the previous weekend we'd got a little bit kinky and The Beekeeper suggested I shave off the middle strip and leave a little tuft at the top. I said, 'that's silly, but okay, just for you. But I want to shave it all off after we've done. I'm not leaving it like that." And one thing led to another (drink was involved) and what happened was we created a little spike of pubic hair. Gel or styling mouse wasn't enough to keep it in place and it wouldn't hold it. So as we were going to shave it off, The Beekeeper glued it in place and fashioned it into an upturned hook. So I didn't have any pubic hair, I had what looked like a little black crooked hook sticking out of the top of my mons pubis. "Leave it there for a few days" he said, "perhaps it will grow longer. No-one will see." And whatever glue he used (I hate to think it was superglue) it was set strong and firm, although did flop to one side when it was pressed down in my knickers.
I looked around for scissors, I thought perhaps I could cut it off but I thought that might look worse. I picked it up and set it straight. It certainly looked different. And it would take their mind off looking too much at my belly (I always thought I was a bit overweight). And perhaps they wouldn't notice. My thoughts were stopped by Lee knocking on the door. "You ready?" he said, "it's five mins before it starts, so do come out and comfortable." I slipped on the robe, took a deep breath and walked out of the door and to the stool Lee had prepared for me. As I sat there I could feel my nipples, under my robe, starting to react to the colder room. I moved the robe around so things weren't sticking out too far.
Then as the students arrived I realised another thing. This was Lee's sixth form group. They were all 17 and 18 years old. True, they weren't all boys. There was about 15 in the group and about 9 boys and 6 girls. I recognised one girl who I'd helped with an admin problem earlier in the term. She gave me a curious smile. They started getting out their cameras while I realised that the robe had parted and I was suddenly showing a lot of leg. I moved to cover my modesty, then thought, 'like that's going to matter in a moment'.
When they were all sat ready, Lee started the session, and introduced me as today's model. He turned on the lights and pointed them at the screen where I would stand. I remember his talking about light and skin tone. He said that he would take the first photos of me and run through the process. He asked me to disrobe and stand near the screen. I got up and walked towards the screen and took off the robe facing away from the group. Suddenly them seeing my 'large' arse didn't seem to matter. I took a deep breath and turned around and faced them all fully naked. I could feel their eyes on me but I didn't focus on them or try to work out where they were staring. The only thing Lee said was, "Okay, could you stand loosely, don't fold you arms, perhaps just hands on hips for now." Then Lee talked about light and shade and skin. As he was talking I did catch one young lad slowly looking me up and down and lingering around my groin. Then he saw I was looking at him and then his eyes shot away and he started fiddling with his camera.
Lee told me to put my arms in the air and to move in a circle slowly. I did so. I heard the camera shutter go again and again. 1,2,3 then more and more photos of me, every angle of my body, being taken. Then it was the students turn one by one, then all took photos. One braver student, the girl who recognised me, asked me to stand in profile and got really close. I could tell she wanted to take a profile shot of my strange pubic hair arrangement. 'That causes a great shadow' she said and I think that's what she was talking about.
Lee told me to have a rest and have a warm-up against the radiator. He said later that he meant I should put a robe on, but I just stood there naked with my hands and against the radiator trying to warm up. Lee explained more about the process to the students. It was during this break that the College Dean came in to bring Lee a letter about a meeting next week. I think he saw my body first and not my face as he looked away and apologised. He never admitted that he knew it was me.
Lee then started talking about the next set of photos they'd take of me. I was going to lay down this time and roll around the floor. I remember one of the poses I did, completely unsuggested - was open my legs as wide as I could. It didn't feel private any more.
At the end I did feel tired but quite triumphant. I put my robe on and as the students left the girl who I recognised came over to me. She wanted to show me some of the pictures she'd taken. "I really like this one," she said "it was when you were standing in front of the radiator. You've got such a powerful body." And I smiled at her. And there I was in the photo, naked, with big hips, low-slung tits and the strangest pubic hair you ever did see. I often wondered if some of those young people got the idea that that's what happened to pubic hair as you get older. At least that's what The Beekeeper said, when I told him about it all. He was very pleased with me.
I often wondered what happened to all those photographs of me and my strange pubic hair. I did get to see one of them again though. I hadn't realised that the photos might be used in the student's end of term exhibition for their exams. And that's when I came face-to-face with me standing naked by the radiator. Thankfully it wasn't a huge picture, maybe A3 sized. The main thing was I wasn't sure what effect she'd used on it, what filter. It made it look like a bad photocopy. She sent me a copy of picture by email, a really small file, that I found the other day on an old memory drive. Sorry the resolution isn't good, but it does give you an idea of the moment. Lee and his wife moved away shortly after and we lost touch. I wonder what he did with those photos he took. Apart from thanking me, he never mentioned the session again.
When I look at the picture I can see it's definitely me, little mousey me, naked in public for the first time with my stupid fringe haircut and tinted glasses. I can still remember the dryness in my mouth. My heart beating. But quite enjoying being naked in that room. I knew Lee meant me to put the robe on, but I wanted to keep naked. I know I'm not the typical model or body shape but I enjoyed being looked at, feeling different. "I used superglue to fix that pubic hair like that" The Beekeeper said as he looked at the photo on the screen, then started to laugh. "I also added some threads of wool to give it length. That spike is as long as a finger. You don't get pubes that length!" I think he is joking, I can't believe he went to THAT much trouble. He kisses me on the forehead - "I love it" he says, "I loved it that you did that modelling that day. Such a brave and sexy thing to." And it was, it does feel a pivotal moment where I became less of the old me and more of the me I am now. It really was my first steps I took to become Lady Bee amateur erotic model. I hadn't even gone topless on a beach before. And actually I think that pubic hair arrangement is rather weird AND wonderful.
One evening The Beekeeper and I are over a friend's house. He's a photographer, his name is Lee, and he works at the college where I work too, I'm good friends with his wife, and he's talking about the different courses that he runs for his students. He mentions with one group he works with a life model. The Beekeeper's ears prick up. 'Oh, she wants to be a life model' he says. And I'm embarrassed. I deny it a bit and say, I've thought about it, perhaps in a year or two. Lee says, 'we always need good models and the pay isn't too bad, if you can sit still long enough.' He then laughs, 'Oh and you don't mind being gazed at by a bunch of horny 17 year olds. They come up from the sixth form college.' I laugh and say, perhaps when I'm 50 I'll have some naked photos done for me. I'll start there! And we leave it at that.
When we go home The Beekeeper and I have a conversation in the car. "Why did you mention that about the modelling? I didn't know where to look?" The Beekeeper laughs, 'Well, we have talked about it." I tell him off - "That's between you and me, it's private! One day I might be ready but not yet and not life modelling!" The Beekeeper sighs, "I know, I know... sometime never. That's okay, I was only pulling your leg." We don't talk the rest of the way home.
It was a couple of weeks later. I'm at work, it's my half-day. Just before lunch, I get a call from Lee. He sounds in a panic. "I'll get straight to the point - how serious where you about life modelling? It's just this afternoon I've got my class and the model's called off. And it's just before their exams and they need someone to photograph? You'd be doing them - and me - a big favour."
My immediate reaction is 'no way!' but then I think about the way The Beekeeper dismissed me in the car - 'sometime never'. But could I go through with it. "Hello?" says Lee, "are you still there?" "Yes" I say. "You will? That's brilliant! Thank you so much! Come down to the art room at after lunch.... you can get ready in my office, there's a robe there and everything.... See you then." He hangs up. I'm pretty sure when I said 'yes' I was only saying 'yes' I was still on the line. I didn't mean, 'yes' I would do it. I was still thinking about it. But I took a deep breath - my stomach flipped - it looked like I was going to be a life model a bit before I thought I would.
There were no windows in Lee's office. It was more like a cupboard. Ever the gentleman, Lee made himself scarce, he said the group would be arriving in ten minutes and suggested I be out on the stool in my robe as they arrive, so it's not so much a shock that way. You get used to the class that way. He went through the poses I'd do and made sure I was comfortable and still okay about it all. "You don't have to if you don't want to." he said at least three times but I'd come this far.
He left me to it and closed the door. How strange it was. In ten minutes I'd be naked in front of a group of strangers. I don't think my friends - my non-arty friends and old school friends - would believe I was doing this. I couldn't believe I was doing it. There was no time to call The Beekeeper, although I did wonder if I should. I know he'd approve and not believe it either. It was him, I blame, for developing and encouraging my exhibitionist and 'kinkier' side.
It was only when I removed my knickers and stood in that little office completely naked did I realise what I had forgotten. The Beekeeper has a pubic hair fettish. When we first met I was very much a 20th century girl. I was a teenager in the 1970s and was young in the 1980s and 90s. I would never have considered shaving down there or r-arranging it in any way. I was proud of my bush. I was probably 45, when under The Beekeepers guidance, I trimmed the sides and shaved underneath to reveal my large labia flaps which I'd never really considered before. The Beekeeper went nuts about them. "But don't think I'm shaving down there very often" I remember saying to him, "it's just a treat for you. And no photographs either! That really is private down there." Little did I realise what by 60 years old I'd have posted 1,000 of naked photos online and have 65,000 followers and my own website (www.ladybeeprivatecollection.com).
But what I had forgotten and was suddenly confronted by in that little office was the fact that not only had I been shaving down there and my genitals were completely exposed. Not only that, but the previous weekend we'd got a little bit kinky and The Beekeeper suggested I shave off the middle strip and leave a little tuft at the top. I said, 'that's silly, but okay, just for you. But I want to shave it all off after we've done. I'm not leaving it like that." And one thing led to another (drink was involved) and what happened was we created a little spike of pubic hair. Gel or styling mouse wasn't enough to keep it in place and it wouldn't hold it. So as we were going to shave it off, The Beekeeper glued it in place and fashioned it into an upturned hook. So I didn't have any pubic hair, I had what looked like a little black crooked hook sticking out of the top of my mons pubis. "Leave it there for a few days" he said, "perhaps it will grow longer. No-one will see." And whatever glue he used (I hate to think it was superglue) it was set strong and firm, although did flop to one side when it was pressed down in my knickers.
I looked around for scissors, I thought perhaps I could cut it off but I thought that might look worse. I picked it up and set it straight. It certainly looked different. And it would take their mind off looking too much at my belly (I always thought I was a bit overweight). And perhaps they wouldn't notice. My thoughts were stopped by Lee knocking on the door. "You ready?" he said, "it's five mins before it starts, so do come out and comfortable." I slipped on the robe, took a deep breath and walked out of the door and to the stool Lee had prepared for me. As I sat there I could feel my nipples, under my robe, starting to react to the colder room. I moved the robe around so things weren't sticking out too far.
Then as the students arrived I realised another thing. This was Lee's sixth form group. They were all 17 and 18 years old. True, they weren't all boys. There was about 15 in the group and about 9 boys and 6 girls. I recognised one girl who I'd helped with an admin problem earlier in the term. She gave me a curious smile. They started getting out their cameras while I realised that the robe had parted and I was suddenly showing a lot of leg. I moved to cover my modesty, then thought, 'like that's going to matter in a moment'.
When they were all sat ready, Lee started the session, and introduced me as today's model. He turned on the lights and pointed them at the screen where I would stand. I remember his talking about light and skin tone. He said that he would take the first photos of me and run through the process. He asked me to disrobe and stand near the screen. I got up and walked towards the screen and took off the robe facing away from the group. Suddenly them seeing my 'large' arse didn't seem to matter. I took a deep breath and turned around and faced them all fully naked. I could feel their eyes on me but I didn't focus on them or try to work out where they were staring. The only thing Lee said was, "Okay, could you stand loosely, don't fold you arms, perhaps just hands on hips for now." Then Lee talked about light and shade and skin. As he was talking I did catch one young lad slowly looking me up and down and lingering around my groin. Then he saw I was looking at him and then his eyes shot away and he started fiddling with his camera.
Lee told me to put my arms in the air and to move in a circle slowly. I did so. I heard the camera shutter go again and again. 1,2,3 then more and more photos of me, every angle of my body, being taken. Then it was the students turn one by one, then all took photos. One braver student, the girl who recognised me, asked me to stand in profile and got really close. I could tell she wanted to take a profile shot of my strange pubic hair arrangement. 'That causes a great shadow' she said and I think that's what she was talking about.
Lee told me to have a rest and have a warm-up against the radiator. He said later that he meant I should put a robe on, but I just stood there naked with my hands and against the radiator trying to warm up. Lee explained more about the process to the students. It was during this break that the College Dean came in to bring Lee a letter about a meeting next week. I think he saw my body first and not my face as he looked away and apologised. He never admitted that he knew it was me.
Lee then started talking about the next set of photos they'd take of me. I was going to lay down this time and roll around the floor. I remember one of the poses I did, completely unsuggested - was open my legs as wide as I could. It didn't feel private any more.
At the end I did feel tired but quite triumphant. I put my robe on and as the students left the girl who I recognised came over to me. She wanted to show me some of the pictures she'd taken. "I really like this one," she said "it was when you were standing in front of the radiator. You've got such a powerful body." And I smiled at her. And there I was in the photo, naked, with big hips, low-slung tits and the strangest pubic hair you ever did see. I often wondered if some of those young people got the idea that that's what happened to pubic hair as you get older. At least that's what The Beekeeper said, when I told him about it all. He was very pleased with me.
I often wondered what happened to all those photographs of me and my strange pubic hair. I did get to see one of them again though. I hadn't realised that the photos might be used in the student's end of term exhibition for their exams. And that's when I came face-to-face with me standing naked by the radiator. Thankfully it wasn't a huge picture, maybe A3 sized. The main thing was I wasn't sure what effect she'd used on it, what filter. It made it look like a bad photocopy. She sent me a copy of picture by email, a really small file, that I found the other day on an old memory drive. Sorry the resolution isn't good, but it does give you an idea of the moment. Lee and his wife moved away shortly after and we lost touch. I wonder what he did with those photos he took. Apart from thanking me, he never mentioned the session again.
When I look at the picture I can see it's definitely me, little mousey me, naked in public for the first time with my stupid fringe haircut and tinted glasses. I can still remember the dryness in my mouth. My heart beating. But quite enjoying being naked in that room. I knew Lee meant me to put the robe on, but I wanted to keep naked. I know I'm not the typical model or body shape but I enjoyed being looked at, feeling different. "I used superglue to fix that pubic hair like that" The Beekeeper said as he looked at the photo on the screen, then started to laugh. "I also added some threads of wool to give it length. That spike is as long as a finger. You don't get pubes that length!" I think he is joking, I can't believe he went to THAT much trouble. He kisses me on the forehead - "I love it" he says, "I loved it that you did that modelling that day. Such a brave and sexy thing to." And it was, it does feel a pivotal moment where I became less of the old me and more of the me I am now. It really was my first steps I took to become Lady Bee amateur erotic model. I hadn't even gone topless on a beach before. And actually I think that pubic hair arrangement is rather weird AND wonderful.
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