Opening the front door, there as expected was the handyman. Robin looked as though he was in his 50s, and Wendy was pleased because she felt tradesmen of his generation were more reliable. He appeared nervous, and muttered something about the job he was there to do, and Wendy realised that he was having trouble wrenching his eyes away from her top, and having trouble looking her in the eyes - just a quick contact then away again.

"It's the pipe under the sink," she told him, "I haven't used it today so it should all be dry." Robin nodded, swallowing with difficulty as if his mouth was dry. Wendy went back to her study, checking herself in the mirror on the way - no, her top was fine, she wasn't revealing too much, and she smiled to herself, thinking how Robin appeared to have been enthralled by her. Not an unusual experience for her or one that worried her in the slightest.

As Robin finished the work and collected his tools, on an impulse Wendy said "there's another couple of jobs that need doing, if you're interested?" He just nodded, an intense look on his face as his eyes struggled not to lock onto her top. "If you're busy today tomorrow will be fine," she told him. He just nodded, and as she started to close the door he turned and left.

She realised as she heard the doorbell go the next morning that she'd put on a more revealing top, and she wasn't sure why. Yes, she was feeling carefree and a bit ‘hippy', having at last jacked in her crap job the previous Friday. It had been a relief to be able to tell her vindictive manager to ‘stuff it', and now she had the refreshing freedom to wonder what she should do next.

Her choice of top was immediately vindicated when Robin's eyes widened as she opened the door to him. If he'd struggled to communicate yesterday, today was even worse, and he just nodded, quite red-faced as she told him about the loose guttering. He went to start the repair and she noticed he'd left his tool-kit in the hallway, and she approached it, wondering if she should tell him - thinking that maybe he was a bit dazed at seeing her again, particularly in that quite low-cut top.

At the top of the kit was a magazine, with a photo of a busty model on the cover. She wasn't going to say anything to him now about the missing kit, and wondered whether that was a message for her. She was bemused rather than offended or concerned. She went back to her study to look at the online jobs pages and then went down for a cup of coffee, noticing that the toolkit was now closed. Putting on the percolator, she was about to go out and ask if Robin would like a drink, when a tap came on the door.

He was standing in the doorway, looking a little breathless, and she was about to ask him if he was ok, but thought better of it. "All done?" she asked. He nodded. He was losing the struggle not to stare at her top, and she realised that he was seriously fighting going into a sort of trance at the sight of her. "There is another job, if you wouldn't mind," she said. He nodded slowly, having given up the battle not to stare and risk causing offence.

"Do you want to do it now?" she asked, immediately adding, "the job, the porch light", as he flushed up as if she'd said something naughty. His eyes had glazed and she thought she saw tremors going through him. Did he have flu or something? - he looked very flushed. "Will it take you long - the porch light I mean," she asked, as Robin continued to tremble slightly, eventually nodding his head up and down in over-enthusiastic agreement.

He sort of stepped backwards awkwardly, turning at the last minute and banging into the door jamb, before going back to his toolkit. She stood there for a while, wondering what had just happened to him. Was it a turn, a mini-fit even?

Half an hour later, with cup of coffee in hand, she walked through the garden round to the front, checking how things were, and saw him putting the finishing touches to the light fitting. She assumed overalls were there to catch paint, oil, and suchlike, but she was quite sure he had nothing on his overalls when he'd arrived, but now there was a dark patch at the front.

"There's quite a few more jobs here if you'd like to do them," she told him as he picked up his toolkit to go. He nodded eagerly, and spoke at last. "Thank you Miss, sorry Miss." She looked at him quizzically but decided against asking why the apology, guessing what it might be about.

She spent the rest of the day Googling non-stop, and by the evening was confident she had the answers. Most illuminating were a series of stories on xHamster.com, a porn website that was quite overwhelming with its explicitness, but the story had come up as a result of surfing and following links and it had appeared to be an accurate explanation of what she thought had happened to Robin that day.

Waking up the following morning, Wendy was thinking the thoughts she'd had last night were crazy - there's no way she was going to do that. She choose a much more demure top, and opening the door to Robin as he arrived for today's jobs, he looked more relieved than disappointed. Perhaps he was really concerned that his loss of control yesterday had offended her, though she had asked him back to do more work.

After morning coffee, she was feeling like she had last night - it would be a bit of fun, harmless, and if it gave him pleasure, why not? While she was used to heads turning and male compliments most days, it had been quite a long time since she'd showed off properly. Nine years since the camera clubs to be exact. Robin hadn't asked for a penny yet despite doing quite a lot of work now, and Wendy wondered if he would. It may be that he was coming back to do more for her because he wanted to see her, and nothing else - but wouldn't that be a bit seedy?

He'd finished the first job, and as she told him about the fence out the back that was falling over, he still gazed at her demure top which outlined her lovely figure. But it was like a gust of Arctic wind had blown over him as she walked out in her bikini with a towel, and he was frozen to the spot, as if his brain wouldn't allow him to recognise that he was no more than four feet from a beautiful shapely girl in a bikini.

She decided to carry on as if she wasn't really aware of him, spreading the towel out and adjusting her bikini ready to sunbathe. She did feel a pleasant feeling she'd almost forgotten, like when the amateur photogs gathered round as she came out to pose, so deferential to her, the compliments, bunches of flowers, like their gratitude knew no bounds. She could sense Robin out the corner of her eye, still stock-still, gazing at her trance-like, and she stretched her arms upwards, as if enjoying the sunshine. Still using just peripheral vision, she saw a big shock going through him, and for a moment was worried he was having a heart attack, but then he was shuddering gently, trying to hide his convulsions, and she knew what was happening, just like the man in the xHamster story.

Afterwards, she felt a bit ashamed - that was a bit slutty really, deliberately showing herself to a man in order to give him sex pleasure, since there was no other reason, unlike if she was clubbing and aiming to score with a guy. She got up a while later, wrapped the towel round her and went up to him. "How you getting on Robin, nearly done?"

"I've finished Miss," he mumbled in reply, and she was thinking, what the job or.........

"Oh good," she said, "I've got to go out now, but will you be able to come back tomorrow, there's quite a lot more to do?" He nodded vigorously, and she felt a bit guilty, that she was taking advantage of him, but then if he presented her with a bill, she'd be happy to pay it.

Later that day, back in her study, she was researching modelling. Glamour modelling to be precise. She felt nervous, not sure if this was all just silliness, and what the consequences might be - her somewhat estranged parents would probably never speak to her again. A stunningly pretty girl, she'd not given a second thought to her friend's suggestion about the camera clubs. It wasn't Belle du Jour, nothing like it, it was easy-peasy and the money was good, much better than stacking shelves to pay her way through uni.

Of course she hadn't known what to expect at the first club, and was steeled to fend off unwanted advances, something she was very used to. It was great that her friend was there, and other girls, and instantly she found the men to be the most unthreatening you could imagine. They were deferential to a man, quite meek, even shy most of them, and the gifts and flowers said it all. Mostly middle-aged and photographers of an amateur standard at very best, Wendy was quite sure the photography was probably the least important bit of the event for them, other than having a permanent record.

Her friend Jenny had shown her a ‘lad's mag' to give her an idea of poses, and one or two of the photogs also gave direction. She'd made it clear that topless was as far as she would go, and the men were all more than happy with that, and the look on their faces when she took her top off halfway through the session told her everything she needed to know. Despite herself, she found it flattering that she should have had such an effect on them - after all, every second person had breasts, and they were a common sight on beaches, in Page 3, on telly. It was like these guys had never seen a topless girl before.

She remembered Ryan, one of the guys who regularly attended. He'd not been like the others, and seemed more interested in his cameras than her, which she'd liked. He'd talked about his ambition to be a professional, and asked if she thought the same about modelling, saying she would be a shoe-in for page 3. That wasn't what she'd wanted at all, and still wasn't, but she thought it might be worth tracking him down to see if he was still in the business.

Finding him first on Facebook, then Twitter, they were soon DM-ing. "Hey Wendy, awesome to hear from you, whassup??!!" She asked his advice about creating a portfolio, having established that though he'd decided against a full-time career as a photographer, he was a serious part-timer. His work sold well but he felt not enough to forego his other career as an electrician, which was a very reliable fall-back - "if I took every job I'd be booked up till Christmas! It's great I can take it or leave it!"

He'd said it was more difficult these days to earn good money as a model. You needed to get a good following, using Page 3 was the ultimate, and then there were various ways to monetise your fan-base, like ‘onlyfans', Patreon.com and others. "It's possible to earn good money that way," he told her.

"Yeah, I'm not sure that's what I've got in mind," Wendy emailed, "but I would like to create my portfolio and then see where I go from there. Would you do the photography for me, if it's not too expensive?"

"Wendy, I wouldn't charge you for that! Just let me know when!"

It had been all those years since she'd posed semi-naked for a man, well several men, and it felt a bit odd to invite a guy to her house for the purpose of partially undressing and posing for photos. There was also the question of Robin, and she suddenly realised that she had slightly naughty thoughts about how he'd react when he found out what was happening that day. She laughed out loud when it occurred to her that Robin would blow a fuse if he knew what she was going to be doing. She'd said to Ryan that a workman would be there that day but "not to worry."

She'd asked Robin to replace a section of the fencing that ran alongside her hallway - every time she walked past the window she could see it sagging and was sick of the sight. She also knew a bit guiltily that if Robin wasn't going to charge her then she could afford to have a lot of these jobs done. She guessed if what she'd done for him so far was reward enough, as it appeared to be, then everyone was happy. He certainly would be after today, she said to herself wryly.

Ryan turned up at ten, having said ‘good morning' to Robin, working on the fence, on the way in. Robin's head jerked up when he saw the photography gear Ryan was ferrying to the front room from his car. Wendy saw him standing there with a dumb look on his face for a full five minutes, his mind trying to compute what this might signify, and she smiled to herself. 

Sat in the front room, she and Ryan discussed what was to happen. "There's two ways to do this," he told her, "I pay you for the shoot, you sign a model release and I'm free to do, more or less, what I want with the photos, where they go etc. I'm fairly sure that's not what you're looking for. The alternative is that you pay for my services as a photographer, so I advise on settings, props, your outfits, your poses, I process the photos, and provide you with a glossy, lovely portfolio that will make you a fortune." She looked at him, then smiled as he added, "except I'm not going to charge you!"

The first outfit was to be lingerie in black, the full monty, delivered the previous day by Amazon. Wendy changed in her bedroom, and going back downstairs, paused at the door to the lounge, with her robe off, lifting her heel to adjust her shoe, long enough for Robin to notice and then almost fall over as he saw her. Pausing just to put her robe in, she disappeared into the lounge. She smiled to herself as she thought the poor voyeur would be beside himself, but there was no way to see into the lounge from there.  

The story in xHamster had been very illuminating, and borne out by others, as well as articles she'd read. Everyone knew about peeping toms and suchlike, but she thought Robin belonged to a more particular group of men, for whom sight - seeing  was the most important. Sure every guy likes to see a lovely woman, but for most it's a preamble to the real thing, but with men like Robin, apparently seeing was the real thing - he only needed to look.

According to a study she'd read on a science site, there was a sliding scale of the mild forms of scopophilia, as it is called medically, and well, just being ‘normal'. Many, if not most men liked to look and touch. For some, the desire to look meant as well as having a woman, they would buy magazines, go to strip clubs etc. For others, while they enjoyed that on stag do's or whatever, they wouldn't otherwise feel the need to.

Case studies included those men who started out life as ostensibly ‘normal', realising that standard sex, if there was such a thing, wasn't satisfying, and ended up pursuing their particular preference, which might be bondage, sub/dom, or voyeurism. None of these necessarily excluded having a woman in their lives, but in extreme cases it could, and maybe Robin was one of those cases*. Wendy had no idea what his home circumstances were, but she did know that just the sight of her entranced him and seeing her, well, not showing very much, had given him several orgasms already, all without any apparent need for physical stimulation.  *I'm definitely one of those cases - Author.

Ryan knew nothing of any of this of course, and smiled as Wendy entered the room and removed her robe. He was too professional to start laying on the sickly comments as some of the wallys at the camera clubs used to do, but he was thinking that the stunningly pretty girl had turned into a stunningly beautiful woman, with such grace and poise, a natural, a lady with such a compassionate and caring view of the world - she COULD make a fortune.  Think, Miss Lorna Morgan maybe, Miss Danica Collins.

She needed little advice when it came to posing, having a natural unspoiled way of being sexy but not hamming it up at all. It was time to go for the red outfit - Ryan had advised black, red and blue -  and Wendy went out into the corridor to find Robin there, hovering uncertainly.

"I need to replace the fence posts, Miss," he stammered, clearly in some distress knowing what she was doing in there and unable to see.

"There's a few in the shed, someone was supposed to fit them but it never happened." She could see the quizzical look in his face, him knowing what was happening in the front room but unable to believe it.  She opened her robe briefly to show him, saying "I'm doing my portfolio, we've done the black, now it's time for red!" making a fun, sexy expression. Then she was gone up the stairs, leaving Robin stunned, paralysed and dumbfounded.

The shoot took several hours, with Ryan determined to do a professional job, so the portfolio would be truly successful. For the second two changes of outfit that Wendy did,  Robin always managed to be in the right place at the right time, and was rewarded with Wendy ‘flashing' the new outfit for him. Finally, the work was done and Wendy went up to get into her normal clothes for the rest of the day, while Ryan packed his gear. She came back down and through the now-open lounge door, and Ryan held up a memory stick, telling her the raw photos were on there and he'd email the completed portfolio when he'd done it.

Ryan drove off while Wendy went to inspect the work on the fence. Despite how distracted he must have been today, Robin had done a good job. "Do you know anything about computers?" she asked him, and he sort of shrugged ‘yes, sort of'. "Only Ryan's put my photos on a stick and I need to get them onto my iPad". He looked at her blankly. "Could you do it?" she asked. He nodded dumbly, as it all became more and more surreal. She handed him the stick and her iPad. "Bring them back tomorrow?" she said, while he was struck dumb, hardly able to move his head.

The next morning Robin's attitude seemed to have changed. He arrived at her door and the look on his face said it all - she knew exactly what he'd been up to with her photos and she smiled broadly as he handed her the memory stick and Her iPad. "They're, uhm, all uhm, on there, uhm, Miss..." he stammered.

"Oh brilliant, thanks Robin," She said enthusiastically. "What did you think of them?!" she asked him bluntly.

"Uhm, oh, er, well, I, er, did have to uhm, look at, er, uhm, a few of them, er, Miss..." Robin stammered.

"Only a few of them?! I would have thought you wanted to look at them all Robin!" She said laughing.

Robin was bright red, and his mouth moved but no sound came out. He was looking down too, and was clearly pretty embarrassed. Wendy felt the impulse to talk openly, but was still a bit unsure - what if he just got it out and rubbed it in front of her? Then she thought ‘he's not going to do that, he just did it in his pants the last few times.'

"I assume you've got copies of all the photos Robin?" she asked him. "I hope so, I would value your opinion." He nodded, dazed, a glazed look on his face. He'd had a few experiences in his life as a masturbator and girl-worshipper, but nothing quite as lovely as this.

She went into her lounge, beckoning him to follow her, and she plugged in her iPad, eventually clicking on the folder he'd placed on there from her memory stick and seeing that he'd named it ‘Miss Wendy's lovely bare photos'.  She turned to him and laughed seeing the title - "that's nice Robin, thank-you!" she said grinning.

He gulped, in a complete daze, gazing at her stunned as she clicked on photo after photo, his erection already straining as he saw each of the pics. She clicked on the next photo and enlarged it, saying "this is a lovely one isn't it Robin, if I do say so myself!"

He just nodded, red-faced and gasping slightly for breath. She paused for a moment, but then thinking he'd already done so many things for her on the house, he deserved a bit of pleasure. She clicked on the next photo in the set, and he did gasp - it was a photo that had made him cum in his pants the night before.

She slipped off her dressing gown, revealing a similar outfit and did the same pose. He groaned out loud and his head and shoulders jerked forward, and he moaned as his penis pumped several shots of spunk into his pants, his head nodding up and down in time to the shots. She smiled, doing the pose and seeing his reaction. "Oh Robin, that was good wasn't it?! You enjoyed seeing me do that!"

He nodded, trying to recover his breath, sweating and shivering in the aftermath. "Well that's it for today Robin, come back on Monday? There's quite a bit more to do on the house." He nodded, dazed and struck dumb. "I expect you'll enjoy going through my photos over the weekend, won't you?!", she said with a bit of a naughty expression. His eyes widened, and he nodded almost in a trance.

Later Wendy felt a few pangs of guilt - was that really a sensible thing to do? What if he told other people? But that didn't seem likely, and being honest with herself she had enjoyed doing that for him, and enjoyed seeing his reaction. She knew a lot of men would get the same pleasure seeing her photos, so why shouldn't one of them, more a friend and handy workman for her, get a bit extra? She would make sure he did.