Led By The Hand And Finding Sex For The Sheer Pleasure

I want to tell this about me. I've told it to a close friend and she finds it disturbing.

I went to law school and worked for a Fortune 500. After fifteen years I changed jobs to be closer to my elderly parents. I was a virgin. I had not had sex of any kind, not man or woman. I didn't consider myself straight or lesbian. I had no feelings either way. I bathed quickly and didn't spend a lot of time with my body.

A woman I worked with, same age as me at the time, 39. She told me that she did photography, of women for women. She let me know she was a lesbian and found the female form the only form worth worshipping and she wanted to photograph me. In the nude. I wasn't for it.

The first photographs, all black and white, were dressed and taken in familiar places. She really did have a g*ft and I saw some of her nude photographs of other women. Nothing pornographic, just nude women. I asked her if she had a favorite and she showed me this young woman, not easy to tell but she was definitely a girl. She was kneeling nude, with a small flower in her hair and her hands open on her thighs. You couldn't see her sex, it was hidden between her legs, but definitely a female. Up top she was was small, mostly puffy nipples. She wore a smile. It was a very crafted photograph. I asked her to make me a blowup, 8X10, which I framed and hung in my bathroom.

I saw that photograph every day when I was in there, before and after my shower. Those puffy nipples, and that small flower. Her becoming smile, and her sex tightly protected between her legs. I fell in love with the photograph the longer I owned it. I dreamt of that girl, no name, anonymous. I dreamt I pried her legs open. I masturbated, something I had never done before. I wanted to kiss that smile. To kiss those nipples.

I told my work friend, the photographer. I was ready to have her photograph me naked. But on the condition, she didn't expose my sex. Just my breasts and my ass end. She agreed and we set up to photograph me in my home. One of the photographs is me nude in the bathtub, with my hands covering my sex, my breasts clearly visible, my nipples erect. And I was smiling. It is my favorite photograph of me naked.

Although she respected not photographing my sex, I was naked and she insisted on grooming me, shaving me, and then kissing me. In a series of encounters she broke my inhibitions and drove me to orgasm. The very first time I had experienced one. She was by then all over me, she wanted me, to be with her, to have sex with her, to be her one and only girlfriend. And to photograph me, ever more erotic, exposing my sex for the viewer. A photograph of me on the bed on my back with my hand to one side, my open 'flower' in full view, and my eyes asking for her to kiss me.

She invited a man she knew, an Architect, who was in our age group to fuck me, and photograph him on me. To photograph his erection in full throttle penetrating my vagina. I refused at first, but I submitted. The sex part, the penetration part, was totally foreign. The only thing that mattered was the photograph of him in me. The photograph captured him from the rear, his large erection, his balls and his asshole, and my legs open and his erection in me. No faces. I have that photographed framed in my bedroom.

My activities continue with her, in a lesbian relationship. But from time to time we invite the Architect to do things with us. No photographs necessary, just to fuck the shit out of me.