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After I felt I had the right equipment and photographic skill, I then set out to produce my own porn. The first challenge was to find women who would pose nude for me, but I didn’t know how to do that. This was way before the internet. I pretty much had to learn on my own through trial and error. All I knew at the beginning was women supposedly liked money - or needed it - and would do a lot of things for it. Hiring a prostitute was an obvious first step but that was easier said than done. For one thing, I was pretty young and inexperienced and had no idea how to even find one. I knew there was a way to do it, or a place, because pros are everywhere but I didn’t know where that was. Besides, they were probably in a dangerous part of town and I didn’t want to be there with a bunch of camera equipment on me. Ideally I wanted them to come to me. After a few days of brainstorming, an idea came to me. A guy walked up and handed me a flyer. It was advertising the opening of a new store nearby. And then it occurred to me; I’d make up some business cards and hand them out. I quickly had some printed that read: “BUXOM MODELING” across the top. Then below that: “PRIVATE.” Then below that: “ANONYMOUS CASH.” And then my phone number below that. I figured that would appeal to any woman (or prostitute) who considers her self big and big-bosomed and wants to secretly make some cash, and maybe even enjoy the modeling too. I had read that a lot of women are naturally exhibitionist in the right circumstances, so I hoped my cards would attract some. I put them in mailboxes, on cars and everywhere else I could think of. I even handed them out directly to women I thought might be responsive, at gas stations and even malls and grocery stores. I fantasized all day that one of them would call me and I’d get to see her naked. But I didn’t get any responses that day, nor the next few. Finally a lady called, but it was from one I hadn’t “met.” She said she worked as a manicurist and got my number from a customer. I immediately got turned on hearing that. That was the beginning of something else I learned about women, that women have a “network” amongst themselves - a “sisterhood,” if you will - in which they look out for each other even as complete strangers. When it comes to sexuality they’re very non-judgmental and actually help each other find the kind of sex and love each likes.
A manicurist? She sounded older, like maybe in her 40’s, but I could only imagine what she might look like. I was super curious and wanted to meet her no matter. I asked her if she wanted to model, and she said yes. I then asked her how she would like to do it. She said outdoors, in some woodsy park she knew. Then I asked her when. She said we could meet that day if I wanted, it was her day off. I could hardly believe it was happening. “Okay,” I said as calmly as I could, “I can meet you there in an hour, I’m Bill.” I got there early and laid out my camera equipment on a picnic table near the entrance to the park as a way to identify myself. But I didn’t look around a whole lot while I waited. For some reason that seemed like it might spook her, so I kept my head down and just focused on her actually showing up so I could see her. A few minutes later I heard a voice behind me. “Are you Bill?” “Yes,” I answered as I turned around. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised by her appearance. She looked like she was more in her 50‘s and was wearing a black overcoat and black pants, presumably to mask how big and fat she was. But she also looked to have big boobs. Her pink top clearly revealed a mass of flesh contained above her belly. It wasn’t large compared to the rest of her body but still voluminous, way more than two handfuls, and THAT was a turn on. I quickly decided to pursue things to see what developed.
“Hi there!,” I said cheerfully, pretending to be a professional, “Thank you for coming.”
“Well thank you too. I wasn’t sure this wasn’t a gag,” she replied.
I smiled, and we made eye contact. “Have you done this before?” “No, only thought about it, but for some reason I thought your card was for real so decided to go for it.”
“Oh it’s real, I can assure you of that!,” I replied, “It’s just a question of what you mean by ‘it’.”
She paused for a moment, then responded, “Well, ... what do you want it to mean?”
“I take a roll of pictures and you get a hundred bucks.”
“Okay, ... pictures of what?,” she asked matter of factly.
“Would you mind showing me your boobs?," i replied directly..
“My boobs?”
“Yea, ... I think they’re very sexy." I smiled while my gaze moved up from her chest to her eyes.
She paused again and looked around. The park seemed to be vacant. Then she answered, “Okay, I think we can do that. We can go to a place in the woods that I know is pretty private.”
My dick was already half hard just from the build up of our conversation, and when she said that it grew even bigger.
“Okay, I’ll follow you,” I said as I collected my equipment.
We walked down a path about a hundred yards, to a clearing that was surrounded by trees and vegetation. There was no one in sight anywhere around us.
“Is this good?,” she asked as we both looked back at each other, satisfied we were alone.
“Yea, it’s perfect. ... Why don’t you sit on that log?,” I gestured.
I quickly set up my camera equipment while she removed her coat and straddled the fallen tree trunk.
“Okay, ... good, that’s perfect,” I said as I peered through my camera and adjusted the focus. “First let me take a “before” shot, okay?” I suggested as she faced me, “Then I’ll let you decide what you want to show me.”
I clicked off the first shot. She looked around once more to make sure we were alone, then lifted the front her top so I could see the cups of her bra embracing two fatty breasts, and held it up so I could take a picture.
“Oh my god!,” I whispered aloud. Without saying a word, she then proceeded to slowly remove her top, and then her bra, allowing me to take shots as she did so, then finally pulled it away so she was completely topless and her boobs hung freely.
“Oh my god!,” I exclaimed again. I couldn’t believe how big they now looked. “They’re beautiful!,” I whispered intensely. “Here,” I said as I leaned forward and handed her a hundred. “That alone is totally worth it to me. ... Thank you,” I whispered sincerely.
She took the money and looked at it, then replied back, “You really do like them, don’t you?,” she asked rhetorically.
“Wow!, ... yes!!”
“Just let me look at them a while. I just have a few shots left.”
And so went my first experience filming women I find attractive.
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