Yes I know - how likely is that?! And I was terrified at the thought, but I knew She was going to be there so I just HAD to go along. I couldn't wear my mac obviously and I also couldn't have the inevitable wet patch being visible for all to see, so I put on a long cardigan, hoping I wouldn't look too out of place.

It wasn't too long a drive to Leicester, and there were quite a few blokes there already, some of them looking very professional with posh-looking cameras and other equipment hanging round their necks, but fortunately most were like me, with an ordinary-looking camera.

I'd never used a camera before - odd you might think for a 100% full-time solo-sex girl-worshipping pervert mac-wanker, but I only bought photos, never took them. I'd never been in a situation where photos could be taken, there was no way I could ever engineer a situation where I'd be in a studio or wherever and a girl was posing. I didn't have relationships of any sort with girls.

Of course it would be nice to have some nice photos from the session, but my main aim was to see Her pose, and I knew what would happen to me when I did. So my nerves and excited anticipation were at fever pitch. I was told each girl did a one-hour session, and I knew She was on next. I'd seen the previous model leaving, wrapping a robe around Herself as She had no clothes on and had been posing nude for all the men.

Nudity was not something I wanted - I've never seen a girl nude - but I wasn't worried about seeing Miss Joanne nude, if that's what She was going to do, because She was different - She made me feel safe somehow in all the photos She'd done which I'd collected, mainly from magazines.

Then She came out, wearing a nice outfit, and was greeted enthusiastically by the men, several of whom She was on first-name terms with. It hit me with a lot of excitement that those men must have seen Her pose many times, seen Her nude many times too. I instantly got erect at the sight of Her - I absolutely worship Her and She's the most beautiful girl in the world. The thought of seeing Her pose, given that I've got a big collection of photos of Her which give me ecstasy all the time, was overwhelming.

Now She started to pose, doing raised skirt poses, showing Her stocking-tops. It was all too much for me and I had a ‘coughing fit' to hide my shudders as She made me fill my underpants with spunk. Fake coughs also help to cover my moans as She makes me go into perv ecstasy - you can tell I've had a lot of practice spunking my pants a few feet from the girl who's making me so She doesn't notice.

In a pub, standing on a street corner, in the works canteen, anywhere I see a lovely girl and can't stop myself doing it - not that I want to stop. Miss Joanne had made me cum in my pants so quickly, and I still had most of the hour to watch Her posing. At least it meant I could concentrate on taking photos, and peering through the viewfinder I couldn't really see Her clearly as I'm short-sighted.

That was just as well because, had I been wearing my mac, I could have mac-wanked on Her once I'd recovered from the pants-spunk She'd made me do.  But I couldn't do that in my cardigan so I had to do everything I could to avoid seeing Her pose. I knew She was nude at the end, and I had photos of Her doing those poses, then She wrapped Her robe round Her and began chatting to some of the men.

I could see She enjoyed the attention and I watched Her, fascinated by how sexy She was - this was a whole new experience for me, I'd never known anything like it. She occasionally glanced at me and I quickly looked away, worried I was staring too much. Eventually She made Her way over to me, pausing as one or two of the men complimented Her, saying how lovely She looked, what nice poses She'd done, and saying that they'd got a lot of lovely photos of Her and were looking forward to looking at them later.

She seemed pleased at that, saying "thank you", and "I really hope you enjoy my photos". She got to me and said "hi! Haven't seen you here before?" I shook my head, looking at the ground and mumbling "it's my first time Miss."

She seemed surprised - I was in my 40s at that time - but just laughed sweetly, saying "O, a late starter then! What prompted you to come all the way here then?"

I just opened my mouth and out it all came - "I've got all your photos Miss, I just had to come and see you pose, I've never seen a girl pose before and you're my all-time favourite, I worship you beautiful Miss!"

She was clearly very pleased to hear this - "O that's so nice of you! Thank you! I'm flattered!" I think it was because I knew somehow that She would appreciate how I felt, that She understood worship, that I was able to be so open. "So this was your first time at a photo-shoot. Did you enjoy it?"

"Ohh yes Miss, it was lovely seeing you pose".  I hesitated, worried about going too far, and trying to choose the right words. "I've, er, only ever, uhm, looked, so I was very nervous, uhm, what might happen..."

I looked at the ground, feeling worried now, nervously clearing my throat. "Well I'm flattered that it was one of my sessions you came to see, thank you. So did it happen?"

I looked up in shock, not expecting that question, and not sure what to say, but obviously telling the truth was really the only option. "Yes Miss, sorry..."

"Don't be silly, I'm so glad you enjoyed it so much! Do you think you'll come again to a shoot?"

I beamed with relief and pleasure, and excited that in a short conversation, the first time I'd met Her, we'd got to that stage already. "Oh I'd love to Miss, it was the best experience of my life! Nerve-wracking at first but when I saw you I just felt wonderful, I worship you Miss!" She smiled approvingly.

"Well if you'd prefer we could do a private shoot, I do many of those."

"That would be wonderful Miss, I can't believe this is happening."

"Shall we make a date then? Give me a call and let me know."

I lifted up my arms to reach behind me for my rucksack, and as I did so realising that this had raised my cardigan up at the front, exposing a large wet patch of cum on the front of my trousers. I fumbled for my diary to make a note of Her number, wondering if I should apologise, and if She'd noticed, but as I glanced up at Her She just seemed to be smiling to Herself, laughing very slightly, so I decided to stay mute - after all, I'd effectively told Her She'd made me cum in my pants.

We exchanged phone numbers and then She was walking away, leaving me dazed and wondering if that had all really happened. I was nervous about my next step, having no experience of anything like this - in fact no experience at all of interacting with a girl. Miss Joanne obviously ‘got' the whole worship thing, I was sure of that. How She'd reacted to all the compliments the men gave Her and how She'd reacted to the things I'd said - I'd told Her She'd made me cum in my pants and She'd seen my wet patch!! - definitely showed She was happy for men to see Her bare and talk to Her about it.

However, after sleeping on it I picked up the phone to Her the next morning and we sorted a date for a photo-shoot. It was to be next week and She had a place - the house of a friend - that we could use. My nerves jangled for the whole week, and my excitement buzzed when they weren't jangling. I wrote several stories, fantasies about what might happen as well as telling the story of the first meet, and did a few poems too - anything to try to settle my nerves. Unsurprisingly I had two wet dreams too about what had happened and what might happen.

On the day my nerves were at fever pitch and I kept dropping things, falling over things. Fortunately I'm organised enough to make up a list of all the things I needed to do to prepare for the shoot, and to make sure I didn't forget to bring anything. I did a poem for Her on my typewriter, making sure I told Her how I worshipped Her but without being explicit.

Driving there did relax me a bit, and then I was at the door, my heart racing, clutching a tripod I'd bought and zipping up my mac, even though it was a warm June day. I was nervous about wearing my mac, but I figured I had to start as I wanted to go on, and She'd tell me what I could and couldn't do - She was that understanding I was sure.

And yes when She answered the door, smiling Her lovely smile so nicely, warm and friendly, I just relaxed so totally, a warm glow coming over me. It didn't seem strange to Her that I was wearing my ‘perv gear', but of course She knew already that I didn't ‘go with' girls and that She'd made me cum in my pants posing at the camera club, so I allowed myself to dream that this was all happening.

I followed Her to the front room of the house and stared to plonk my stuff down, reaching into my rucksack for the poem. I watched Her reading it, smiling and laughing gently, and I was just in awe, in a daze, and realising that She was who She appeared to be in Her photos, which was why I worshipped Her but now I was feeling feelings that could only be called love, odd though that was for a pervert girl-worshipper.

"That's such a nice poem , thank you Graham!" She smiled broadly.

"I'm glad you like it Miss," I stuttered.

"I do like poems", She said, "you can send me more!"

I erected the tripod and sat my camera on it. My last photos had been ok, but there was a bit of hand-shakiness causing some blurring. This time I wanted to have good quality photos which I could then enjoy for years to come. I hesitated about getting my mags with Her pics in out of my backpack, since I'd written captions next to most of them, and there were stains too. It's just that She'd asked me what outfits I wanted to photograph Her in, and I was thinking I'd show Her photos in my mags of Her in outfits I liked.

That didn't seem such a good idea now, so when She said "which outfit?" I said about Her photoset in Escort magazine, giving Her the issue number. Not surprisingly She didn't know which that was or what outfit She'd been wearing. "Have you got the mag with you, can you show me?" She asked. I gulped. It had been stupid of me to leave the toilet paper in there but I like to keep it all in as a nice reminder when I go back to the mag. She could see I was flushing up and hesitating. "You can show me" She said so nicely.

I fumbled in my backpack, trying to find a page with Her in the outfit that wasn't too badly stained, and without the toilet paper hanging out of it. She watched as I fumbled around in my sack, getting more and more flustered. "Don't worry, just take it out" She said gently. My heart raced as I did so, quickly finding the page and folding the mag over so nothing else showed.

She looked at the photo of Her, with the caption on it which said ‘oh Goddess, this is where you MADE me spunk in my pants!!!'

"I've got that outfit" She said, going off to change into it. I breathed more easily, and got my erection upright in my underpants, immediately getting that nice feeling as it sprang upright and leaked a little. I was maybe thinking I could relax a bit and think about really enjoying the session.

I couldn't suppress a gasp when She returned wearing the outfit. She'd done a lovely set in Escort magazine in the outfit and She'd made me spunk my pants several times looking at the photos, and then go back and spray them with spunk, hence the stains. So the thought of seeing Her pose in it for real was mind-boggling, and I leaked a load more pre-cum as I gazed at Her.

She could see I was in a daze and went to start posing. I stood behind my tripod, peering through the viewfinder to take a photo, and after the first half dozen, standing up to look at Her, while She chatted. "What sort of poses do you like Graham?" I just looked blankly. "Like this?" and She raised Her skirt passed Her stocking-tops. I flushed red-hot, an urgent-looking expression on my face, now fearful of what would happen.

She changed position, lifting Her skirt up to just below Her knix, while I gawped, red-faced and open-mouthed, feeling those special familiar feelings right in my tip. She changed position again, raising it further and moving Her hips and my head and shoulders lurched forwards as knobby spurted a big shot of spunk into my underpants. WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! WUMP!     The shots continued as my head nodded in time, little moans escaping me as big waves of perv ecstasy washed over me.

Then I subsided, still dazed, and realising what had just happened and starting to feel worried - I hadn't done a very good job of hiding it, like I usually did. But She just smiled and said "are you going to take some pictures then?!" 

I clicked the camera several more times as She did some lovely poses, while my pants were soaking with the spunk stain She'd made me put in them. "Aren't you hot in that mac?" She said, "you could at least unzip it..."

I gulped, not able to understand why She was saying this, and on auto-pilot I unzipped my mac. As I unhitched the zipper at the bottom I could see a big wet patch of spunk, which started to smell as it was exposed. I looked up at Her hesitantly - "sorry Miss, I'm a bit, uhm, stained...."

She glanced down at my heavily-stained wank-trousers. I'd spunked in them many, many times, looking at Her photos and whispering Her name as I went into perv ecstasy. "Sorry Miss..." I muttered, my hands trembling a little with nerves.

"Are those all mine, those stains.." She asked softly, looking back up at me. I looked down to avoid Her gaze.

"Yes, uhm Miss....you make me all the time, er, uhm, looking at your, uhm, lovely, er, photos...Miss...."

"I see!" She smiled broadly. "Well I'm glad to see I'm giving you such a good time Graham!"

"Wanker loves you Miss.....uhm....I worship you, er, uhm, I love it when you, uhm, make me sp..uhm...cum in my pants..Miss..."

I was in such a state, telling Her what She meant to me and what She made me do. I realised that I was now erect again (only 4" but stiff enough).

"Shall I do some more poses?" She asked softly. I nodded, completely dazed now, feeling my willy throbbing.  She sat back in Her chair, lifting Her skirt hem up to Her stocking-tops. I pressed my camera to take the shot, and She kneeled up in the chair, raising Her skirt up past Her knick-knix and smiling, and my head shot forward and I crumpled, knobby shooting shot after shot of spunk into my underpants.

I couldn't take photos, as my body crumpled with each spunk-shot but still She posed, showing lovely views of Her knix while I seemed to pump in my pants for ages. Then I was gasping for breath, wide-eyes and red-faced.

"Well Graham, I think you enjoyed that didn't you?!" She laughed gently.

"I am, uhm, the luckiest wanker in the, uhm, world Miss...."

She laughed openly, nodding Her head in my direction in complete agreement.