I was in my forties, She was about 19 or 20 I guess. I didn't know it then, but She'd just started modelling - nude modelling. It's just as well I didn't know straightaway as I'd have blown a fuse for sure if I had. I'm not like other blokes - I've never had relationships or even dated, I only look to get all my sex pleasure. I'm very nervous around girls and women, and only interact with them in a work situation - I don't socialise, I'm a loner and my leisure time is all about solo sex activities.

As a voyeur I don't peep or spy, and I'm lucky that I don't need to see much. I'm entirely dependent on my magazines or ‘lucky views' to set my sex pleasure. Fortunately lovely girls pose in mags like Spick & Span showing stocking-tops and knickers, and girls in the offices of places I worked over the years often wore lovely outfits. When a girl I was seriously worshipping every evening wore something specially revealing at work, I'd do my best to find a spot to watch Her discreetly and feel the joy of Her making me cum in my pants.

When a girl can have that effect on you, then worship is the correct word to describe how I feel about Her. But with Miss Jo-Anne there was something different, something very special. It took me a long time to work it out, but I was entranced by Her the first time I saw Her. Her folks had taken me on as a gardener, but the fact is I can turn my hand to most things - plumbing, electrics, building, carpentry, decorating, tiling, car mechanics - you name it, I've done it.

So the first thing I did for Mr & Mrs Bard - lovely, lovely people - was to replace their garden tap for a lever type, so much easier to operate. That always leads on to other things, and because I'm paid by the hour, I often do odd jobs as part of my gardening and people get awkward problems like leaky taps solved at no extra cost. So it was that I was upstairs repairing a leak in the bathroom for Mr & Mrs B when I first saw the beautiful Girlie-Goddess that was to become the love of my life. I'd no idea at the time of course, and never thought anything like that was possible.

She was walking by the open bathroom door, wearing a short skirt and carrying a holdall and saw me, stopping with a big smile and saying "hullo!" in a lovely voice. Normally I'm very inadequate in the presence of girls, but I couldn't stop a big smile, unusual for me, and She smiled back - "you're Graham aren't you, our new gardener?!" I nodded dumbly, literally dumbstruck by this beautiful Girlie-Goddess who smiled so nicely She mesmerised me.

"Well it's good of you to do the tap, that's been driving us mad for weeks!" I nodded dumbly, smiling like an idiot, and She said "see you later!" and walked off. I was kicking myself that I hadn't offered Her a lift, but on reflection She hardly knew me and anyway my van isn't the most comfortable of rides.

I didn't see Her again until the next time I was gardening there, and as it was a nice day, She appeared, again wearing a short skirt and carrying a magazine and a deck chair, which She set up then lay back in, turning to me and saying "lovely day isn't it?!" I nodded, my mouth sort of opening but only a funny noise coming out. She settled back with Her magazine and raised one knee slightly, showing a hint of stocking-top. I was stunned, not just that that was not exactly sunbathing apparel but that I could see so much of Her legginess.

I'd been digging a hole to plant a shrub and suddenly realised that I was standing there leaning on my spade and gazing at Her abstractly, feeling a rising swelling in my pants which soon resulted in an upright erect pulsating shaft. She retuned my gaze with a friendly smile and turned back to Her mag, apparently unconcerned that I'd stopped work and was looking at Her earnestly. Her beautiful figure, short skirt and lovely legginess, with even more stocking-top showing, was now making me leak in my pants and I was powerless to move or avert my gaze. Since that first time I saw Her I'd rubbed myself into ecstasy several times thinking about Her and that thought added to my excitement.

In a natural move, She lifted Her knee higher and now I could see Her entire stocking-top and Her thigh above it.  A stream of pre-cum was running out of my tip and down my shaft, soaking into my underpants and trousers under my overalls. It carried on until my spunk-pump gently kicked in until my underpants were soaked. Fortunately my overalls hid my wet patch and though I'd managed not to moan out loud, my head had involuntarily been nodding up and down in time to the shots of spunk.

I stood like an idiot, gawping at Her and She turned to me again and gave a big smile, totally melting my heart, and She said to me "you should come along to one of our camera clubs!" I stared blankly at Her, thinking cameras were an odd hobby for a young girl. "You'd enjoy that I'm sure!" She said, but all I could do was nod dumbly.

It was several months before it occurred to me that She must have known what was happening to me that day, and how taken I was with Her - maybe She'd even worked out already what sort of perv I was. It was just impossible for me to square a beautiful girl being happy for a sad perv to ogle Her until ecstasy. Nevertheless, over the next few months She made me cum in my pants several times, supposedly ‘accidentally' showing Her loveliness and leaving me no option but to gawp at Her until I was wetting my pants.

I somehow convinced myself that She wouldn't notice, and I was concerned that Her folks who were so kind to me might not have been pleased that I was getting so much sex pleasure from ogling their daughter. That changed when I found out that She was indeed modelling - I'd seen indications of that but dismissed them as nonsense, unable to entertain the possibility that such a lovely girl would choose a career in the porn industry.

It was when She suggested again that I would enjoy the camera clubs She did, why don't I go along? I simply said "I don't have a camera, I've never taken photos", which might seem a bit odd from someone who'd collected a massive horde of dirty books and videos. She said "it's not that difficult, the girls pose and you just point the camera and click."

She could tell as my eyes widened and my jaw dropped that I'd just twigged what She did at camera clubs, and I simply couldn't believe it. It then struck me that She knew I'd enjoy seeing girls pose because She knew I'd cum in my pants several times watching Her in Her short skirts, sitting, sunbathing, doing chores round the house etc.

"You'd love it Graham" She told me, so gently and nicely, seeing the state of wonderment I was in. "Why don't you come along, I'll look after you" She said, so sweetly.

"I couldn't Miss.." I stuttered.

"Why? It's easy!" She persuaded. "I'll show you how to work a camera".

"Er, it's just.....I mean.....I've never seen, well, you know, girls, er....posing.." I was very nervous using that word, implying girls showing while men looked, which was still a bit of a taboo thing, at least in polite company.

"Well there's a first time for everything Graham! You'll LOVE it, you won't regret it!"

"Uhm, it's just that, well I can't.....I mean, everyone will, uhm, I mean, people will know...they'll see...I couldn't Miss, sorry..."

"Oh, I think I see, oh, yes ok, yes, that might be a problem, uhm. Well why don't you see if you can hire a studio and I'll do a private session for you?"

My jaw hit the floor and my eyes popped. I opened my mouth and just this croaking noise came out.

"Give it a thought Graham, I've got to dash now, I've got a photo-session to do, with Health & Efficiency magazine!"

She left me completely dazed - I knew what sort of mags those were from my teens, though they were too nude for me. She'd just told me She was off to pose nude for those mags! It turns out She was gone for several days, and had done several shoots on location. A few weeks later She handed me out of the blue a copy of the mag, saying which pages She was on.

It was a glorious summer and every day I was in Her garden, She'd treat me to the lovely sight of Her, sometimes even in a bikini, which is the barest I've ever seen a girl. I kept up the pretence of Her not seeing me cum in my pants, but usually the ecstasy was so intense I could barely keep from moaning as I gazed at Her beauty and felt the gradual waves of ecstasy washing over me turning into a flood.

I was replacing a washer in their shower tap when She paused in the bathroom doorway - "hi Graham, how are you?!" Her lovely smile so warm, making me go weak at the knees and my heart flutter.

"Ok Miss" I managed to croak, my eyes widening with the joy of seeing Her. Even by this time I didn't understand what these powerful feelings I had for Her were, it was something I'd never experienced.

"I'm away this weekend, at Studio Janor," She told me, making a sexual thrill go through me - I knew exactly what that would be all about. She would be posing, in various states of undress, right down to nude, for a whole crowd of blokes with cameras, who'd not only see Her like that in the flesh, but have photos of Her to keep and pleasure themselves over.

Then they'd socialise with Her in the evening, though I didn't like to think about anything that may or may not happen after. I fantasised that the more enterprising photogs would be able to print some of their photos from the day and pleasure themselves over them that night, before meeting up with Her again the next day, for breakfast and then more nude and glamour posing. It just seemed awesome and I was awestruck by Her, Her sexiness, the fact She was happy to do that.

I could never get my head around that girls would do all the bare photos they did for men's mags, letting several men see them bare for real - girls like that blew me away, as well as the fact I depended on them to see what otherwise I'd rarely see, and then just by chance. Until I met Miss Jo-Anne that is. She'd offered to pose for me if I could find a studio - She knew my problem with attending camera clubs was that I'd cum in my pants watching Her pose, as She'd made me many times at Her home, and that I wouldn't be able to hide it, and I certainly couldn't spend the whole day there in my mac, not in this weather, and not indoors either. Everyone would see my wet patch therefore.

So a private session was Her solution, and I guess She knew that either She'd see my wet patch when She made me cum in my pants, or I'd keep my mac done up all the time. It was to be a while though before I could summon up the nerve to go through with this.

Fast forward 10 years, and all was about to change again. In that time She'd moved to Her own house and I was now Her gardener, odd-job man, general dogsbody and lackey. I spent as much time with Her as I could along with earning enough money to live on. I didn't buy magazines anymore, because they'd got too explicit for me and the mags that Miss Jo-Anne posed in - Talent, Escort, Fiesta, Fiona Cooper - She always gave me copies of. Mind-blowing that I actually knew a model out of girlie-mags and She gave me the mags She posed bare in!

She also did videos and films, like the Splosh ones, Amanda Charles and Fiona Cooper, also Wamtec but they were mostly too much for me. However the Internet was just about to start and I would end up downloading most of that material in the years to come. More important though was that Miss Jo-Anne was planning a ‘stockings website' - She'd decided to do a lot less of the nude work (and other harder stuff She'd done like ‘girl-girl' and ‘toys') and start a site specialising in much more Spick & Span-type posing.

I can't tell you how excited I was about that, as those are my favourite poses and I'd seen Her for real a lot of times in Her short skirts showing stocking-tops and She'd always made me cum in my pants. A lot of posing for pictures and videos for Her site was going to be done at Her home, and I was very much hoping I'd be able to see some of that. I didn't always know when shoots at Her home were scheduled, but She after a while started a calendar in Her kitchen - which I was allowed in to take Her trash out to the bins - and I scheduled my working days there to coincide.

She was fully aware of that and had no problem with it - She knew I lived just to see Her show - but She made it clear that I could only watch secretly, She didn't want Her photog to know I was there. During the warm months that was no problem as I could be in the shed and watch silently. I had it set up so that I could be pressed gently up against the bench looking out onto the garden through the edge of the window. It was heaven to see Her emerge in a lovely outfit and stand or sit in front of the camera in Her short skirt, showing more and more legginess, then stocking-tops and then raising Her skirt past Her knickers.

In all the time I'd worshiped Her so far, all the times She'd made me cum in my pants I'd not seen Her do that, and instantly I could feel the warm spunk pumping into my underpants while I moaned softly under my breath in sheer perv ecstasy. In all Her mags She gave me Her posing was more explicit than that and now I was regularly seeing Her pose Spick & Span style, I was on cloud 9. The shoots lasted an hour or so, long enough for me to cum in my pants within a minute of watching Her, and then rub myself to spunk-point watching Her pose.

Of course I joined Her site and downloaded every single pic and video, often seeing the results of a shoot I'd be able to observe.  With the advent of the Net I'd started emailing Her - I was always too tongue-tied and nervous to talk to Her properly when I saw Her - and I could tell Her graphically just how I was worshipping Her, putting in things like worship sheets showing Her photo and a cartoon of me spunking my pants.

She did videos for me, talking so nice and naughty, I did worship videos for Her and set up a Worship Site dedicated to Her. All the time I ran all sorts of errands for Her, acted as Her chauffeur, so for example on shopping trips She could just walk out of a shop into the car, and I'd draw up outside the next shop and wait for Her and Her friends - they thought it was amazing. Everything I did for Her was without charge - the only recompense I wanted or needed was to be able to see Her, watch Her pose till She made me spunk my pants (out of sight of Her photog of course).

A long time ago She'd said I could do a photo-shoot if I could find a studio, and now She told me that Her photog used a studio and we could hire it for a couple of hours. Nowadays there was no pretence - I could take photos of course, and would take a few, but really what was going to happen was a Worship Session, which was all about how I worshipped Her, Her wearing outfits that were my favourites - and She knew what photos of Her posing in them made me do - and me filming Her looking at worship material and watching worship videos on my laptop which was dedicated to Her, and crammed full of pics and videos and masses and masses of worship material.

And of course She knew She'd make me spunk my pants during the Session.