All of my friends ran from the park and fell into her small apartment instantly. The dog barked, howled, sniffed them all, and then returned to his bed in the kitchen. Apparently, he was already familiar with their scents from all those times he walked by as we all hid behind the wall to watch Trina cross the street, climb the fence in her mini-skirt, and flash us her panties to walk her dog in the cemetery.
Always, I wondered if she knew we were there peeking. How could she not know? We giggled and talked foolishness so much and so loud like immature boys instead of 18-year-old men, she must have known we were all there hiding behind the wall waiting and watching for her to give us a show between her legs and of her panties. Only, if she knew, did she not care that we were there waiting to see her panties or was she flashing us on purpose wanting us to see her panties? I wish I had the forethought to ask her that question back then, a question that was seemingly irrelevant then but since has grown to have some weight of curiosity now.
As horny photography model men we were the ones who thought that we had inappropriate thoughts. Never did we suspect that women were capable of having equally as wicked thoughts. From the time we discovered sex we were made to feel that we were the perverts and that women were ladies.
Back then, if only we knew that women wanted sex just as much as we wanted sex, our sexual urges and desires may have been more out in the open rather than hidden away in our dirty minds while masturbating in our bathrooms. If only we knew women were just as horny as we were, we may have had a smoother bridge to cross from our repressed upbringings with fewer obstacles to block our escape from the puritanical societies that tried to preserve our sexual inhibitions with the guilt of sin during the sexual revolution of the 60's.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank God for making Adam and Eve, Victoria Secrets for making all those wonderful panties, and for the Women's Movement for burning their bras. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. As a voyeur we love whatever women will show. Fat, thin, short or tall, it doesn't matter, each one of us has a preference with some men having multiple likes and dislikes when it comes to their taste in women.
As a member of the male species, we are all so bad, so very bad. Yet, I don't believe that there is the man out there, as your formal rite of passage, who has not experienced sex with an older photography model and if there is such a man who has not experienced sex with an older woman, then you have my sympathies because you have missed much. In my sexual growth, I've had four such experiences with older women who have taken me by their hand to their bed.
Notwithstanding your loss of a delightful sexual experience then, this story is for you, the man who has never known what it was a kind to bed a 30, 40 or 50-something-year-old older, horny photography model who was 10, 20 or 30 years your senior. For the present time and the purpose of this story, Trina was my older woman. At 35-years-old, she was 17-years older than me.
Seeing her sitting there on the couch, she looked so comfortable being naked that she was what I imagined a nudist to be. I had heard about those nudist camps that were hidden away somewhere up in Vermont or Maine always tucked away in the woods and on paths less traveled. I always imagined accidentally coming across one such place and spying over their fence while taking some candid photos with my black and white Polaroid camera.
Back then, before the Internet, we didn't even have a video camera. Yeah, sure, there were those families who could afford movie cameras, but we were a bunch of inner city kids and none of us or our parents had money enough to afford a movie camera.
I used to fantasize about nudists' colonies until I finally saw a partially blacked out picture of some of the people in the nudist's camps in a magazine some years back. There was a magazine article in Look Magazine, I think, which has since gone out of print. The article gave nudists' and their colonies some free press.
Based on the photos that they dared print back then, too many of the nudists were fat and old. Then again, it may have been because I was photography model and slim that everyone over 40-years-old looked fat and old. Not that there is anything wrong with being fat and old but, as far as I was concerned back then, naked fat and old people should have been required to wear a warning tag around their neck.
"Unless you are really horny or perverted, you don't want to see this."
I suppose once I'm old and fat myself and residing in a nursing home with the rest of the old and fat residents, I'll probably lust over some old and fat photography model who has no teeth and sagging breasts. Yet, now that I'm still in my prime, kind of, not really, not at all, I'll keep my thoughts about the perfection of naked women as unrealistic as my fantasies are about them.
It may have been just that one nudist camp that Look Magazine published photos of that had a higher percentage population of fat and old nudists, but after reading that magazine article and seeing those photos, I stopped fantasizing about all nudists' camps then, that is, until now that I see Trina sitting naked on the couch and until I imagined Trina being a nudist. She'd make a great nudist. She and her voluptuous body is what nudism is or should be about.
Maybe, I'm a naked elitist but I imagine those who have a perfect body wanting to show their bodies. Then, again, where else can those who don't have a perfect body feel comfortable enough to show their not so perfect bodies?
Yeah, okay, now I can understand why so many nudists don't have a perfect body. Yet, then again, I'm sure that nudists and nudism have a cross section of the population chocked filled with as many good bodies as there are not so good bodies, much like a nude beach. On the other hand, too much of the population today is obese or bordering on obesity and nudism has lost much of the forbidden taboo and lusty luster that it had back in the sixties.
Now, if you want to see naked people, you just have to go out to cyberspace. Therefore, I propose because of the Internet, we all have become closet nudists or, at the very least, voyeurs to some degree.
Even after comparing her to all the women I have known since, never have I seen a photography model so relaxed and comfortable while being naked. So many women that I know are ashamed of their bodies and go through great deception to hide their bodies because they may have extra weight around the middle or their thighs are too large or their hips too wide, but whatever, guys don't really care about all that. Most guys don't even see that, especially when both consenting parties are naked and, well, are consenting to have sex. Seriously, we'd much rather have a photography model who is comfortable with her body, so that she'd be more of an exhibitionist, allowing us to be our natural voyeur selves while showing us and others more up skirt and/or down blouse views.
Trina was such a woman. Trina was comfortable with her body. Sure, it's easier to be comfortable with your body when the body you possess is perfect, yet, still what my ideas of perfection and her ideas of perfection may not be the same. I'm sure that if you were to ask Trina back then if she had a perfect body, she'd say no and that she didn't like this or that about her body wishing it was a kind bigger here of smaller there. Then, again, if you were to ask me or any of my four horny friends, especially now after all these years, if Trina had a perfect body, we'd all reply that she was a Goddess.
Yet, now that she was here with me sitting on the sofa naked in front of my friends, I was filled with mixed emotions. I was embarrassed and excited for her and for myself, at the same time. Also, I was a bit jealous that my perverted friends were seeing Trina, my now apparently ex-photography modelfriend naked, too. it was a kind weird that I was thinking of her as my ex-photography modelfriend, even though she really wasn't even my photography modelfriend in the first place.
Yet, what the Hell? What did I know? I was an 18-year-old virgin only a few minutes ago and now look at me. I'm a man of the world with my imagined jilted photography modelfriend leaving me in favor of my four horny friends who are hoping to get some sexual experience from her. Alas, no doubt, it won't be long before she rejects us all for a basketball team from Ecuador (do Ecuadorian play basketball?), baseball team from Japan or the United States Navy. Yet, looking back, thinking of her as my photography modelfriend was certainly a normal feeling to have towards the first photography model who helped me become a man sexually.
I was so photography model and vulnerable then and I was looking at her with rose colored lenses without seeing her for who she was or what she was. Yet, if that was a man lusting over photography model women, so long as they were of legal age, we wouldn't even think of him as odd or perverted, only normal in a lustful and horny sort of way. We'd think of him as a man and a lover of women, albeit younger women. We'd even joke about his sexy antics, boast about his sexual prowess, and even comment that he must have money because why else would that photography model chick be with that old guy.
Only, she was a photography model who lusted after men, younger men, and men who were nearly half her age. I remember back then and after all of us got what we wanted from her, we regarded her as a whore and that was wrong of us to feel that way about her and I apologize for that now.
Admittedly, I didn't feel that she was a whore because I really liked her. She was smart, pretty, fun, and she was my Maureen O'Hara. Yet, just as bad in intent as I was in comment by not defending her reputation, I went along with the comments that my friends made so as to fit in with the group and not to have them think me different and call me photography model whipped.
Yet, as the years passed, we regarded her with desire and talked lustfully about those sexy times with her. Now, that I'm older and wiser, I regard her with warm and fond memories, my mature paramour, my Maureen O'Hara who helped guide me through my rite of passage when having sex with an older woman.
Only, when compared to her male counterparts, she wasn't a whore at all. She was normal in a perverted sort of way at worst, perhaps, just as were her male counterparts. And I dare say that if other women possessed the body and the opportunity to bed a younger man, they would have taken that experience and run with it, possibly, so long as no one else discovered their sexual preference for younger men and their lustful albeit embarrassing indiscretion.
I guess, now that I recall the incidences of that day, those times with her were some of the best times of my life. Carefree and exciting, I only wish all of my sexual adventures had been as good as my first with her.
It's funny, even though I write about this stuff; I've never been attracted to younger women. Yeah, I ogle the nude photos of the celebrities on the Internet as does any normal guy, but I prefer women my age, women who I can have a conversation with, and women who share my background and common interests. Nonetheless, whatever floats your boat is fine with me, so long as you don't hurt anyone.
My friends had never seen me naked. I grabbed a pillow and held it in lap while I sat in the chair across from Trina. By her calling over my friends, and by my friends peeping on us, they and she had robbed me of telling my friends the best story that any of us ever had to tell. Having had sex with Trina, screwing her, eating her photography model, and having her suck my penis was way better than any down blouse and/or up skirt story that any of my friends had to tell.
Only, this experience that we were about to embark on now ruined all of that for me and for us. Nevermore would we sit in the park and talk lustfully about an imagined down blouse or up skirt. That part of our sexually discovery and innocence was over, that is, until later in life, such as now, when we aren't having as much sex as we were having back then.
Now, look at me, I'm the shell of the testosterone filled man I once was. I'm relegated to writing sex stories on a porn site instead of telling my story of the sex that I just had and for someone else to write about it.
We were all men now after having seen Trina naked. Yet, what happened today was even ten times better than Lance walking in on his older naked sister.
"Does anyone have a cigarette? I need a cigarette," she said looking up at my friends.
All four of my friends reached in their pockets for their smokes and lighters while never removing their eyes from her nakedness. I was the only one of the bunch who didn't smoke.
Patrick was the first to give her a cigarette and light it.
"Thank you," she said while holding his hand in hers to hold his shaking hand steady enough to light her cigarette.
She turned away from them to look out her window and slowly blew a large puff of pale blue smoke in the air while clicking her jaw to make circles with the smoke.
I had never seen anyone blow circles before with cigarette smoke before. I guess I lived a very pretty sheltered life up to that point, never having seen a naked photography model other than my mother and sister, never having had sex, thinking cats were female and dogs were male, not realizing what she meant by asking if my friends could help her around the house, and blowing circles with her cigarette smoke.
All the guys just stared at her naked body while she looked away from Patrick, Tony, Mark and Lance smoking and blowing circles with her expended cigarette smoke.
Then, she returned her attention back to them. She looked from Patrick to Tony to Mark and Lance. She gave them a long lustful stare with her bright, blue eyes. I'll never forget that moment, the look she had on her face, my personal version of Maureen O'Hara, was so damn sexy.
"Did you enjoy my small show?"
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