Sometimes vanity can be such a flaw. In my case it proved to be more than that, as you'll see.
About me: I'm 40 years old, although I do make an effort to look after myself by going to the gym regularly so I'm still reasonably slim at 36/24/36 In my younger days I was a natural blonde with lovely long hair, these days I wear it slightly shorter in a bob around my neck, but I'm lucky that my hair (with a little help from a bottle) has retained its blonde lustre. I'm 5'5" with blue/green eyes.
One thing that has changed about me over the years are my breasts. I was always a nice full d cup in my younger days but after breastfeeding two daughters and the ongoing effects of gravity, my boobs, while still quite large, had gotten very saggy.
I do take pride in the fact that I can still attract plenty of admiring glances from men of all ages, as I'm taking pride in describing myself to you now. As I said, vanity can be a flaw, and I admit it's definitely one of mine. so I decided to take action about my breasts. Yes, I went and got a "job".
Why did I do this? I mainly did it to please myself. My hubby has always been very happy with the way I look, bless him, so to be honest it was really all about me. Call it ego if you like, but I do enjoy those admiring glances and comments I mentioned before, and while I'd never cheated on my husband I've certainly done my share of prick teasing. In my business (real estate) a bit of sex appeal has definitely helped me close the odd deal now and then.
My boob job was fantastic, I was so pleased with it. In fact I had them slightly enlarged as well as uplifted, so they were now dd -- and they didn't look overly out of proportion with my curvy hips and slim waist.
My mistake was the decision I took to "celebrate" my new and improved figure.
I'd always enjoyed having my picture taken, and I even did some part time modelling to make a few dollars when I was a starving student (an arts degree that never went anywhere). So I thought it would be fun to get some lingerie style studio portraits done to show off my brand new boobs. I was telling myself that the pictures were for hubby but when I look back on it I guess my real motivation was to feel good about myself. Hey, all women love to feel sexy!
I searched the internet for a company in my local area that would do some portraits. It didn't take long before I found what I thought was the ideal place. They were called "Hot Modelz", and they did lingerie and topless shoots (if requested), and there was a money-back guarantee if you weren't perfectly happy with your pictures. There were some sample photos of some very attractive women on the site in bikinis and negligee, it all seemed perfect.
I booked the session via phone. The guy on the other end introduced himself as Paul -- he was very polite and professional in his phone manner, which made me feel even more confident and excited about the shoot.
A week passed and the day of the shoot arrived. I was a little nervous, not having done modelling for a long time, and certainly not having done any risqué style work. But I was also excited. I packed some different bikinis, one piece swimsuits, some lingerie and some short and tight dresses with low necklines. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to be photographed in but I figured the more options the better. I made sure I was dressed nicely too, wearing a short and tight black dress with a halter neck, some high black pumps and a black g string. I didn't bother with a bra as my breasts looked much nicer in the dress without one, and they were pretty gravity-proof now!
The studio was a short drive to the industrial section of town, and after a bit of searching I found what looked like an old warehouse. It was definitely the right place, the sign "Hot Modelz Photo Studio" hung above the door, and I knocked quietly and nervously, actually I was starting to tremble!
The door opened and I was greeted by a tall man, about 6', with brown eyes, greying hair and a slim build. He was smiling warmly, and pretty darn good looking. He extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Paul, and I'm guessing that you must be Susanne?"
"Hi, y-you can call me Suzie if you like." I said, taking his hand and shaking it, a little too weakly. Why did I say he could call me Suzie? I hadn't been called that since my student days...gosh I was nervous.
"Hm. Suzie. Cute," said Paul with a grin. He briefly looked me up and down, eyes resting on my brand new breasts for a second before meeting my gaze. "Well come in, I'm sure you'd like to see the studio and get started".
He gestured for me to follow him inside the warehouse, and when I did I must say my nerves started to ease just a little. Inside was a very professional looking setup with various lights set up around a couch, a table, a chair, a blank screen and a bed. There were various still and video cameras on stands, these big silver umbrella looking things which they use to reflect the light (remembered that from years ago) and lots of different screens for backgrounds plus several wardrobes with outfits and props. There was also a fairly sophisticated looking office set up with a couple of computers and some other technical looking equipment that must have been for picture editing.
As I was taking it all in, Paul started to fiddle with one of the cameras. He briefly looked up and asked if I remembered what the arrangement would be.
"I think so, it was $2000 and for that I get a two hour photography session with as many different outfits and poses as I like, I get digital copies of all the pictures, you will organise to print my favourite ones on photographic paper in various sizes, and If I'm not entirely happy with the pictures I get to keep them for nothing."
Paul grinned again -- cute grin, too. "That's pretty much it. You're obviously a good listener Suzie."
I blushed and lowered my eyes. Not my normal behaviour I have to tell you but this guy was making me feel like a giddy school girl for some reason. I think it was his position of power as photographer and my only slightly abated nervousness.
"Ok Suzie, let's get started. I see you've brought some things to wear, but first tell me what are you hoping to achieve with these shots?" So I explained the story of my boob job and that I wanted to show them off to best advantage in a sexy and seductive kind of way.
"Does that mean you want to go topless?"
"Ummmm...." OMG blushing big time, what was wrong with me?
"You're not sure are you?"
"No I guess not, I'm a bit nervous..."
"Really." Again that little grin. He was so disarming! "Well how about we start off nice and conservative and you can tell me if you're comfortable to go topless later on. We won't do anything you're not OK with."
Relief swept over me. This guy really was a professional. "That would be great".
We did a few bikini shots which were going really well. Really hot. Actually I was getting quite hot myself with this very attractive and damn nice guy looking at me, paying me compliments and telling me how nice my tits looked. Did I say tits? I never call them that. But he was, so I started to feel comfortable with the word.
"Suzie, did you want to try some lingerie shots? I see you're starting to enjoy this, so perhaps we should move to the next level."
Damn...what did he mean by "enjoy this?" I was too, but in a way that was a little too sexually arousing for my own comfort. I hoped he hadn't noticed. I guess he couldn't have. "ummm...yeah sure I have some nice lingerie I can try on." I decided to wear a white see through top that was quite short, just covering my round bottom, with a white g string and some high white high heels. I went to the shoot not knowing if I would try this outfit on, but it did show me off well, I was getting very comfortable with Paul, who apart from calling my breasts "tits" was very professional, and it wasn't like I was completely topless or naked. There was a changing Area out the back and soon I emerged from it with the new outfit on.
"Wow, now that's impressive!" said Paul with a big smile.
"Thanks Paul!" I really was enjoying this. I sat on the couch and did a few shots. Following Paul's instructions, turn your head this way, move your leg over here, place your hand here, that sort of thing.
After a while Paul stood back from his camera and looked at me, a bit critically, in fact frowning.
"What's wrong?"
"You know what would look much better?"
"What?"
"Those big fucking titties would look so much nicer if your nipples were harder, almost poking through the material of your nightie, what do you think?"
"P-Paul my b-big f-fucking titties? You mean my breasts?"
"Oh come on Suzie. We're grown ups. You have gorgeous big fucking titties. Don't be shy about it. Why else did you get them pumped up like that, why are we here? If you're not going to be professional we can end the shoot with no charge, I don't want to offend you but I like to work with people who are mature about their bodies." "oh no please Paul don't stop. I'm really enjoying this, sorry I d-didn't realise how silly I was being. You can call them b-b-big fucking titties." What was coming over me? He had this ability to make me feel so sexy one moment and so silly the next. I needed to stop interfering with what he was trying to do. After all he was a professional used to working with silly women like me.
"That's OK Suzie, you're new to this. Repeat after me: I have big fucking titties"
"I have big f-fucking titties". Suitably admonished.
"haha, good girl! OK now as I was saying I would like to see those nipples harder. Although interestingly they seem to be hardening up a little by themselves. That's good but we haven't got all day, so you need to help me out. Can you please give your nipples a bit of stimulation so they poke against the material of your nightie?" Oh the shame, I was actually becoming aroused by all the "titty" talk and my nipples were hardening of their own accord, and Paul had seen it. I blushed even more deeply but didn't want to seem silly again, so I started to gently rub my fingers on my nipples. Gawd it felt good! "That's it, keep doing that Suzie".
I did. I closed my eyes. I leaned back slightly. I kept fingering my nipples. By now they were rock hard and I was really quite aroused. I spread my knees slightly and leaned back further. Paul took photo after photo. Suddenly I heard a subtle moan. It was me! Oh my god I was so turned on and I could feel myself becoming quite wet. Suddenly panic went through me as I realised my decision to change to white panties may not have been that intelligent. My knees had been spread in full view of the camera.