8 comments/ 117967 views/ 17 favorites Let Me Pose for You, Daniel By: ltmepoz4u Daniel Cullers has a reputation. He's the best portrait photographer in the tri-county area. But he also does glamour photography and artistic nudes and, in a conservative area of Indiana, that doesn't sit well with some people. When I made my decision, he was the one I chose. I turned 18 three months before my high-school graduation. College in Michigan was slated for the fall. But before then, I had to act on what was becoming a compulsion. I had a need—a need to show myself to others. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't eliminate my desire to have people see me naked. Boys have always looked at me. I'm pretty. My features are symmetrical and, as I went through puberty, my face and body drew more and more stares. It embarrassed me and, at the same time, gave me a sexual charge. I didn't flaunt my looks. I didn't dress naughty. But I couldn't hide my curves. By my senior year, I was having a hard time repressing the need to be seen. Still, I hadn't acted upon it. I didn't know how to do it safely and I wondered if I would be embarrassed or humiliated if I actually did. I date, but petting is as far as I have gone. Many a time I masturbate with visions of exposing myself; not to unwilling people, but to friends and strangers alike that know what I want to do and want me to do it. I can't explain the thrill I get just thinking about it but, if you are like me, you know exactly what I mean. So, I knew that after my senior year, I was finally going to do it. I didn't know how but I absolutely knew that I would. The desire was just too much. Figuring out what to do was hard. Finally, I thought about modeling for a photographer. It didn't take long to find out about Daniel. He's listed in the phone book and he has a website. His photos of women are wonderful; he can make the plainest of people look very erotic. But what intrigued me the most was that he conducts workshops a couple of times a year where, at most, twenty people can learn about glamour photography from him using a live model. What seemed to be unique about the workshops was that he likes to use women who have never modeled before so that his students can understand how to deal with a first-time model, who is usually a girlfriend or a wife. When I called Daniel's studio, I was excited, knowing I was taking the first step to fulfill my desire. His receptionist set an appointment to meet Daniel a few days later. The studio is located in the next county, about thirty miles from my town. The drive over was pleasant enough but I couldn't stop imagining a scenario where I was the focus of attention for twenty amateur photographers. I just hoped that Daniel would find me to be the type of new model he was looking for. Our meeting went very well. Daniel is a nice man, about my father's age, and very professional. He wanted proof that I was 18 and he asked me if my parents knew what I wanted to do. I told him that my mother had died nine years ago and that it was just my father and me and that I had not told him. "Why didn't you tell him?" he asked. "Because I'm an adult now and because I don't know how he would take it," I said. "Are you ashamed or embarrassed?" he asked. "No." "You do know that this type of modeling requires nudity, don't you?" "Yes," I said, trying to hide my excitement. "Have you ever done this before?" "No," I said, "but I think that I would enjoy it and that I could be good at it." "I think that you might be, too," he said. "You have a pretty face and you seem to have good proportions." He asked me to stand and to walk around a bit, all the while looking carefully at my body. Then, he showed me some examples of shots done at previous workshops. "Can you do this type of modeling?" "I know I can," I said, trying to sound as assured as I could. "Ok, then, let's schedule you for our next workshop which is in three weeks." He smiled and walked me out to his receptionist who explained what I needed to bring to the shoot and when I needed to be there. I thanked them both and drove home more excited than I had been in a long, long time. For the next three weeks, I searched the internet for anything I could find about glamour modeling and I looked at hundreds of glamour photos to see what poses I might try. Once, Dad told me that I seemed preoccupied about something but I just shrugged it off. My night-time orgasms grew stronger all the time. Several days before the workshop, I told Dad that I would be away that Saturday getting stuff that I wanted to take to college with me. He said he was ok with it because he had something to do that day too. As the time drew nearer, I started to have some second thoughts. What if one of the participants knew me? Would he tell my father? What would Dad think of me? Who else would find out? What if I chickened out at the last moment? None of these, however, were enough to stop my desire to pose naked in front of a lot of cameras. On Saturday, I drove over to Daniel's farm, about 45 miles away, just outside the town where his studio is located. For workshops, he uses his large barn and, weather permitting, the area outside. Some of the participants were already there when I arrived. I could feel their eyes on me as I entered the barn and was greeted by Daniel. He took me into a dressing room at the back. "Well, Carrie, are you ready to do this?" "Yes," I said, the excitement growing in me. "Great!" he said. "I think you'll have fun with it." He opened a closet and pulled out a long silk robe. "You remembered not to wear underwear, didn't you?" "Yes." "Good. What I'd like you to do is to take off your clothes, let me take a look at you, and then put this robe on. Then, we'll talk about the details of today's workshop." He stared at me, waiting. "Ok," I said to myself. "This is it." I unbuttoned my shirt, paused, and then quickly took it off. Daniel stared at my jiggling breasts as I moved around. I smiled at him as he raised his eyes to mine and then I reached for the zipper to my shorts. This time, I removed them more slowly as I kept looking at Daniel. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I put my clothes on a chair and stood facing him. I was naked in front of a man for the first time in my life. "You have a great body, Carrie. I think the guys out there will like you a lot. Now, if you could turn around slowly so I can check out your various angles and curves." My excitement just kept building. When I had made a complete turn, he handed me the robe and motioned for me to sit down in an armchair. The silk felt very good against my skin and I was starting to feel glamorous sitting there listening to him. "Most of my models, Carrie, will readily admit that they do it not just for the money. They do it because they like to show themselves to others; it makes them hot. Would you say that that describes you as well?" I could feel myself blushing. There was no use lying. "Yes," I said. "I have to admit that I've fantasized about this, about being naked in front of strangers. That's why I'm here, to live out a fantasy." "Well, we can go as far with this as you like." "What do you mean?" "Some of my models just like to do glamour poses or art poses. Others are willing to get sexier with their poses. In a workshop setting like this, if you want to pose more sexily, you can. And you can do it safely. I won't let things get out of hand. You can have the photographers suggest poses or you can do just what feels comfortable for you or you can do both. So, it's up to you." I thought for a moment. "How about if we see how things go? Since I've never done this before, I'm not sure how far I want to take this. Ok?" "That's fine with me," Daniel said, smiling warmly. He was professional and protective at the same time. "Shall we go out there and get started?" "Let's do it," I said, rising from my chair, "before I chicken out." We both chuckled at that comment as we walked out into the main barn area. Instantly, I realized I could be in trouble. I recognized four older men who knew me and my father. And I saw two young men who had graduated a year ahead of me from high school and who knew me as well. They all seemed very surprised when they saw me, maybe even a little embarrassed. I tried to erase whatever shock was on my face as quickly as possible by nodding to them and smiling slightly. Then I turned my head to scan the other faces in the group. "Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet our model for today, Carrie. Carrie's never done this before. That's why I chose her to help us out. I'll give you some tips on how to work with a new and inexperienced model because it's likely that your first model may very well fit that description. After a bit, I'll let you take over and pose Carrie as you wish. I expect we'll go for about 45 minutes and then we'll take a break. After the break, we'll have a second session that will last for about an hour." I had a ton of butterflies inside me as I stood next to Daniel. The men kept looking from him to me and back again. I felt they were already undressing me and that made me horny and nervous at the same time. Daniel began his instruction by talking about etiquette and behavior toward the model. "Never touch the model without permission. Always respect her wishes. Develop a rapport by working at an easy pace. Involve the model in the creative aspects of the shoot." Then he turned to me. "Okay, Carrie. Please remove your robe so I can tell these guys a couple of things about lighting." Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to show myself to them. I untied the sash, inhaled deeply, and took off my robe. Daniel placed it on a chair several feet from where I stood, naked, with nowhere to hide. I can't tell you how excited I felt being on display. It was so much more than I had imagined and I knew then that I had done the right thing. Suddenly, I was aware of Daniel speaking. "The first thing to do is to look at your model. Study her. Help her get used to you observing every part of her body." I stared off into space, trying to control the sensations coursing through me. "Note the shapes and curves that you see," he said. As he spoke, he used his hands to point out the roundness of my breasts, the shifting line of my hips, and the muscle definition of my thighs. He didn't touch me but his hands were close enough that I could feel their warmth. "Make a quarter turn, Carrie, please," he said. I did and Daniel continued to point out the shapes and curves. Then, he had me turn my back to the men and he asked them to look at that side of me. After another quarter turn and some comments, Daniel told me to face the front again. I'd been nude for about five minutes already. Then, Daniel had me make the turns again, this time as he used a light to cast some shadows on my body. Five more minutes passed by as the men kept looking at me. I wanted them to. I wanted to be seen. Daniel spent the next fifteen minutes posing me in various ways. With each pose, the men snapped their shots. I realized that any one of those pictures could end up on the internet for the entire world to see. I could never control that. At any time, somewhere, someone could be looking at me naked. And that thrilled me. For the rest of the first session, different men, including the six who knew me, asked me to strike certain poses. I was really getting into it; I felt incredibly sexy and I knew my poses were conveying that. Excitement was building in the barn. I could hear it in the men's voices. I could see it in their eyes and I could see it in the bulges in some of the guys' pants. Then, Daniel called for a break. I was slow to put my robe back on. I would have preferred to have stayed nude and to have mingled with the photographers up close. But Daniel wanted me to go back to the small room at the rear of the barn so I could use the bathroom, if necessary, and then talk with him about the second session. Several minutes later, he came in. "So, I think you were having fun out there, am I right?" he asked, as he closed the door behind him. "I can't believe how great it was!" I said, not trying to hide my excitement. "For a beginner, you're pretty good, Carrie; very natural and very graceful." "Thanks, Daniel. You're making it really easy for me. I appreciate that." "You're welcome, Carrie. It's a pleasure working with you and I hope we can do it again sometime." He paused and I knew what was coming. "Remember earlier, I spoke with you about how far you might want to go with your poses?" "Yes." "Well, in the second session, you can get bolder if you want. As I said before, I won't let things get out of hand if that's what you'd like to try. But, it's up to you." He looked at me, waiting for a response. "I have to admit that I was feeling pretty sexy out there toward the end. I think the men liked it." "I think they did too," he said. "How far do you think I should go?" "That depends on you. If you trust me, I can set up your initial poses. I've done this kind of thing before, both in my workshops and in my individual work. Normally, I don't tell the model what's coming next. That heightens her excitement and usually makes for sexier shots. And I know that you've been excited from the moment you took off your clothes in here." "What do you mean?" "Your nipples have been hard since then and they've stayed hard, if I may be so blunt." He knew this was turning me on big time and I was glad that I didn't have to hide it from him or from the men beyond the door. The thought of Daniel dictating how I should pose, of being in his control, was making me wet. How far would he take it? What would he make me do? I couldn't resist. "I want to do it," I said. "I'll be as sexy as you want me to be. I'll do whatever you want." His eyes widened and I knew this was turning him on too. "Ok, then," he said. "Let's give these guys more than they bargained for." He stood up, opened the door, and motioned me to follow him back into the main barn. Once again, all eyes fell on me as I walked toward the photographers. Mr. Graydon, Mr. Thompson, Mr. Hart, and Mr. Samuels all came up to me. "You're a great model, Carrie," Mr. Hart said, and they all nodded in agreement. "Does your dad know about this?" Mr. Thompson asked. "No," I said, "I don't think he'd understand. Anyway, it's just a way to get a little money for college." I hoped that would put an end to it. "Well, don't short change your father," Mr. Graydon said, leaving me puzzled by the comment. At that moment, the men were joined by the two guys I knew from high school. "Hey, Carrie," Jeff Tarrant said. "Hey, Jeff. Hey, Bobby," I said, smiling at them both. "We never knew you did this sort of thing," Jeff said. "As Daniel told you, I've never done this before. It's just something I thought I'd try." "Well, let me tell you, Carrie, you're really hot," Bobby said. I could feel myself blushing. "Thanks, Bobby. I'm glad you like my work." I was trying to sound professional but I was turned on knowing they had seen me naked and had taken photos of me. I wondered what they would all think after the next session. "Ok, gentlemen," Daniel said above the chatter. "Let's get back to work." He waved me over to his side. "Is this going to be a free pose session?" someone asked. "No," Daniel said. "We're going to try something I've done in other workshops. I think you'll like it and learn from it." He asked the photographers to gather around him in a semi-circle and, as they did, he brought a chair next to the light and had me sit in it. "Carrie has agreed to pose in a lot sexier fashion than she did in the first session. Obviously, she's never done anything like this before and she's a little nervous about it. She doesn't know how I will pose her but she trusts me with this. And that's the key: trust. A model is very vulnerable in this situation. A photographer must always respect her. That's the second key: respect. Trust and respect develop slowly during a sexy shoot, so you have to go slowly, particularly with an inexperienced model who's only eighteen. Everybody understand?" I watched each man nod his head. Daniel's words had them focused; they had me getting hornier by the second. He then asked if any of them would feel uncomfortable with this kind of session. He said some people do and it's ok to feel that way. If anyone cared to leave, he would understand and he would refund the workshop fee. No one felt the need to leave. "Ok, as I said before, this will not be a free pose session. I want you to see how I do this. Truthfully, I don't know where it will end up. But, at the end, I want Carrie to know that we did not exploit her. She's free to stop at any time and we will all respect that. Do you have any questions about what we're going to do?" Again, I could feel the tension rising in the room. In a minute, a man I hardly knew was going to direct me in a series of increasingly sexy poses. I was going to expose myself and my sexuality to strangers and to my father's friends. A little shiver ran through me. "There's a difference between very sexy photos and porn," Daniel said. You have to learn where the line is. Is it a photo of a woman's mouth during orgasm? Probably not. Is it a wide-open shot of her vagina? I, for one, think that crosses the line. Ultimately, the line is where you and your model place it. You can't place it alone. She's as much the decision maker as you are. Here, we're trying to create art, not pornography." There was dead silence. "One more thing, fellows," Daniel said. "Besides taking photos of Carrie's poses, I'd also like you to take shots of the whole scene as it unfolds—model and photographers together. So, from time to time, one or another of you step back and get a wider angle shot. Or, get a shot of a couple of the photographers recording one of Carrie's poses. Ok?" "You bet, Daniel," one of them said very enthusiastically. That brought a laugh from everyone, including me, and lowered the tension a bit. Daniel then placed the men in various locations in front of me to start the session. "Are you ready, Carrie?" he said. "Ready as I'm going to be," I said. "Great! Let's start with some easy poses. Stay in the chair and drop the robe from your shoulders." I did as he asked and heard 20 cameras click. Then, he told me to lower the robe to just above my nipples. More shots as the men shifted positions a bit. I turned my head from side to side, looking right at the lenses. I saw one guy step back and take a wider shot of the proceedings. "Drop the robe to under your breasts and give the guys a sexy pout," Daniel said. I must say that I felt a little embarrassed doing that but I knew that it was just the beginning of exposing my sexual side. "Pinch your right nipple softly," he commanded. I hesitated. I never thought he was going to have me touch myself. But I still trusted him and, so, I reached up and gently squeezed my hard nipple. Unthinkingly, I thrust my breasts forward. Here, here they are, naked, just for you! Daniel had me do several more poses in the chair and then he asked me to stand up and take off my robe. My pussy was hot and I could feel a little moisture down there. I looked down and my curly pussy hair was glistening. "Ok, I need three volunteers," he said, and then proceeded to pick Mr. Thompson, Jeff, and Bobby. I guess he thought that, since I knew all three, I'd be more comfortable with them. They stepped forward and stood next to him. "Carrie, I want you to face forward and spread your feet about 15 inches." I did as I was told. Then, he had Mr. Thompson and Bobby stand on either side of me and he had Jeff crouch down behind me. Daniel told Jeff to reach between my legs and put his palm in front of my pussy but not touch it. He had Bobby and Mr. Thompson each put a hand in front of a breast but, again, not touch. I could feel Jeff's warm breath on my ass. Let Me Pose for You, Daniel "If you look straight on and focus from Carrie's neck to her thighs, you have a shot that is sensual or sexual but reveals nothing. There's a black hand over one breast, a white hand over the other, and a hand over her crotch. That makes for a nice composition. So, one at a time, step up and take a shot or two." Daniel looked on as the men followed his instructions. After three minutes, it was time for the next lesson. "Ok," he said, "focus on the same area but see what happens when we change the setup. Guys, gently put your hands on Carrie's skin." Oh, God! Their touches jolted me! Again, the photographers lined up to take my picture. "You can rub her slowly, just make sure you keep things covered," Daniel said to the three men. God! They're feeling me up in front of all these men with cameras! I began moving my hips as Jeff pressed his hand against my cunt. Mr. Thompson kept sliding his palm over my pointed nipple, sending chills down my spine. Bobby squeezed my other breast. God, they were getting to me! I reached behind them and grabbed their waists to steady myself. After three more minutes, Daniel said, "Stop." Jeff pulled his palm, wet with my arousal, from my pussy. The other two dropped their hands from my tits. "See the difference," Daniel said. "The second way is much more erotic. Notice the flush on her chest and on her cheeks. Carrie got into the sensations of touch; she let herself go and that made for some very nice photos." He looked at me and asked, "Anything you want to say, Carrie?" "Whew!" I said. "That was intense!" I looked around from man to man. "Did I do ok?" I said, innocently, my chest rising and falling as I breathed deeply. The expressions on their faces said it all. They were captivated by my actions. "I think you were fine," Daniel said. "Let's keep going while the engine's still hot, so to speak." I smiled broadly at that remark. The men snickered. "Bobby, if you'll stay here with us, we can try another pose." Jeff and Mr. Thompson went back to get their cameras. The others were intent on listening to Daniel's instructions. "Ok, let's have you, Bobby, stand with your back to the cameramen. Carrie, face Bobby and put your arms around his neck. Great! Now, wrap your right leg around Bobby's." As I did, I pressed my cunt against his bulge. He was very hard. "Ok, Bobby, put your arms around her waist to balance her. That's it. And finally, Carrie, look into the cameras with passion on your face. This is your man, your love." Instinctively, I hugged Bobby harder. He returned it in kind and I found myself slowly grinding into him. For a moment, I forgot that I alone was naked and that he and I were among a bunch of other men shooting us. Then, Daniel spoke again. "Ok, now take the pose with Bobby facing the guys. This time, put your hands on her ass." Daniel's language was a bit coarser but I didn't care. Bobby's hands felt so good. "Imagine that they both were nude," Daniel said. "Would it make a difference in the shot? Well, we won't find out today." With that, he had Bobby step away to find his camera. I wanted to touch myself so badly. "Here's a different idea," Daniel said, as he motioned everyone over to another part of the barn. There, a set arranged to be a bedroom occupied a space under the loft. A photo light was placed near each corner of a queen-size bed that was elegantly made up. I imagined that, soon, I'd be on that bed trying poses designed to turn on any viewer of the photos that would result from my actions. I loved being naked among these men and I could see from the many bulges in their pants that they were enjoying me naked too. It all seemed so natural, so free, and I felt more wanton by the minute. "A bed is a great prop for these kinds of shots," he said. You can do so many things with it, as we'll now demonstrate." Daniel took my hand and had me lie down on my back. I felt very exposed in that position, especially when he tied each of my hands to posts at the head of the bed. "Try a few photos with Carrie like that." The men gathered around the bed, clicking away. As they did, I tried my best to flirt with their lenses until I noticed two more restraints on the posts at the foot of the bed. For the first time, I thought that this might be the moment when I would say that I've had enough. "Now, think about this," Daniel said. "What if we tied her ankles to the posts? Is it art or have we crossed the line? A few guys spoke up and said they thought it would be porn. Silently, I agreed with them. "But what if we did this instead?" He reached for my right ankle and slid it to the post. Then he tied it there. Without saying anything, he went around to the other side of the bed, took my left ankle, and tied it to the other post. I was spread-eagled; my gaping wet pussy on full display. "Don't take any shots of Carrie in this position," he said, firmly. "Remember, you must respect the model. So far, Carrie has permitted us to do a lot of sexy things to her. Obviously, she's very exposed right now but that's so I can do this." He quickly placed a small silk cushion between my legs. "See the difference? This pose doesn't cross the line. It's erotic in a fetish sort of way. Ok, now you can take some shots." I had never been tied up before. I was a virgin and I didn't have much experience at all. But being restrained was a great rush. Again, I flirted with the cameras; this time, arching my back and slowly moving my hips up and down. I closed my eyes and licked my lips. I didn't care anymore if they saw my open cunt. I wanted them to. I wanted Daniel to take away the cushion and let me writhe against the mattress. I wanted to cum before their eyes. "Alright, let's stop shooting for a minute while I help Carrie," Daniel said. This time, he untied my ankles before removing the cushion so that I could close my legs quickly. But I took my time as I continued to move my hips. I finally brought them together as he was freeing my hands. I decided to take the next pose, whatever it was, farther than Daniel intended. "For the last set of poses, we'll use the bed again," Daniel said. "Get up for a minute, Carrie." He turned down the quilt comforter and the silk top sheet. "This time, I'll place Carrie in the first pose like this." He had me lie on my back again and pulled the sheet up between my legs and my breasts. "From here, she can go where her emotions and drives take her. Your assignment is to see if you can capture the sexual essence of Carrie in whatever manner she may express it. Remember, it's art that you want, not pornography. And art is the responsibility of the model as well as the photographers. So, keep that in mind, Carrie, as you move into different poses." "I understand," I said. "Great!" he said. "Let's go for about fifteen minutes and then we'll call it a day." The men began taking photos of me as I used the sheet to strategically cover my body. I wanted to entice them, to make them believe that they could have me in any way they wanted. Two guys moved step ladders near the bed so that they could take shots from a higher angle. I just couldn't believe how horny I was. I needed to cum and I was determined to do it in front of them so they could record it for all time. "You're doing a great job, Carrie," Daniel said. "Remember what we talked about in the back room and go with it." Don't worry, I thought. You're all going to get a show. I rolled over to show them my ass. As I did, I kicked the sheet away so they could see and photograph all of me. Slowly, I got up on my hands and knees and looked over my shoulder at my photographers. I knew they could see my asshole and my moist cunt. Very slowly, I moved my ass from side to side. That brought a flurry of shutter clicks. Then, I sat on my haunches, moved my knees apart, put my hands on my tits, and began tweaking my nipples. I let out a soft moan that everyone heard. Daniel stood in the background and smiled. I was perspiring from the lights and my own heat. I rubbed and squeezed my tits and pulled on my nipples again. They were so hard. I could see Jeff and Bobby standing on the side of the bed. I turned toward them and started stroking my belly. My fingers edged toward my mound. Their cocks were straining against their pants and Bobby had a little wet spot forming. I found my clit and circled it with two fingers. I didn't want to touch it yet. Then, Jeff focused on my cunt and took two shots. It wasn't art, that's for sure. I fell onto the mattress and curled up like a baby. I reached back, put my right hand on the crack of my ass, and slowly slid it down until it covered my asshole and my cunt. For a moment, I kept it still but, then, I started to massage my cunt. Again, they took a lot of shots. I decided it was time. After rolling onto my back, I sat up and reached forward to grab the sheet with my left hand. With my right, I gently rubbed my clit. Everyone saw me doing it. Everyone took a shot. Slowly, I leaned back down, pulling the sheet up toward my crotch. All the while, I kept looking at their faces and their lenses, silently urging them to fuck me. All the while, I kept rubbing my clit. As my head hit the pillow, I pulled the sheet just over my moving hand. My juices were running freely, my fingers were tapping my clit. Except for Daniel's loud whisper, my low moaning, and the shutter sounds, it was very quiet. "Focus on her breasts and face," he said. "That's were the art will be." The men moved close to the bed, close enough to touch me. My fantasy had come to life and I was about to cum for my Dad's friends, for Bobby and Jeff, and especially for Daniel. I wanted to cum for him. Just a little bit more—slow down—that's it—now faster—harder-faster—slower—I'm close—hold back—I can't!—I'm cumming!—I'm cumming!—Oh! Fuck!—Oh! God!—Oh! Yes!—Yes!—Yes! My screams cut through the room as my eyes closed tight. My soaked fingers moved furiously as I yelled for release. One wave and then another racked my body. And, then, I slumped back, spent, breathless. Shutters still clicked, but no one spoke, as I gasped for breath. Slowly, I regained my senses and opened my eyes. "Outstanding!" someone said, and then others offered their praise. I smiled and gathered the sheet around me as I sat up. I too offered my thanks to them for making a dream come true. Then, I got out of the bed, took the robe from Daniel, but didn't put it on, and gave every photographer an individual hug. I felt a lot of hard-ons as I pressed my body against each man. Then, still naked, I slowly walked to the room at the back of the barn. Closing the door behind me, I sunk into the chair and began to take it all in. Suddenly, Daniel entered the room. "My god, Carrie, that was simply fantastic! I have never seen a rookie model handle herself like you just did! Are you sure you've never done this before?" "I swear," I said, smiling and rising from my chair. I crossed over to Daniel and gave him a big hug, squeezing my naked body against him. I wanted to kiss him, but thought better of the idea. Finally, I let go, backed up, and began dressing. I'd been nude for two hours, two of the best hours of my life. After a bit more conversation, I said it was time for me to go home. Daniel promised to send a disc with at least four photos from each of the photographers in a few days. I thanked him for that and for the opportunity to try my hand at modeling. With an awkward handshake, we said good-bye and I floated home in my car. Five days later, as I got home that day from my summer job at Rickson's Horse Farm, my father was sitting in his favorite chair in the living room. He held a thin, white cardboard mailing package in his hand. "What's this?" he asked. I looked at it but, before I could say anything, he spoke again. "Actually, I know what it is. Alan Thompson called me the other day and told me about your modeling stint." Startled, I said, "Dad, I can explain..." "What's there to explain?" he said. "You modeled before twenty some odd men and you didn't have any clothes on. Isn't that correct?" "Yes," I said, in a low voice. "Tell me, Carrie, do you like being nude in front of people?" He stared at me, waiting for an answer. "I won't lie to you, Dad. I do like it. It's something I've fantasized about a lot." He kept staring at me. "So, why don't you go around naked all the time in this house?" he asked. My mouth fell open. "Dad, I couldn't do that! I live with you here in this house." He sat there, silently. "So, it's ok to be naked in front of strangers but not in front of your father?" "Dad, they're strangers or, maybe, friends, but they're not you! No offense, but that would be weird." "What do you mean? Do you think that I've never seen a nude woman before? I assure you I have." "Come on, Dad. Daughters don't normally walk around naked in front of their fathers." "Carrie, be honest with me. Does it turn you on sexually to be naked in front of people?" He searched my face for the truth. "Yes, Dad, it does." I felt strange talking about my turn-ons with my father but, having told him, I suddenly felt more liberated. It was like talking with my girlfriends. "I don't know why. It's just the way I am," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Well, don't be ashamed about that, Carrie. Everyone has things that turn them on. This may seem odd, but you being naked in front of me won't turn me on, even though it may turn you on. So, if you want to be turned on in our house, even in front of your old man, it's ok with me. There won't be any incest and I don't think seeing you naked is a taboo. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I didn't know what to say. But the thought of being naked in the house was indeed turning me on. Finally, I just smiled and went over to Dad in his chair and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Dad, for being so understanding." "Thank you for being straight with me. Some daughters wouldn't have the courage," he said. "By the way, Alan and my other three friends asked me if it would be ok to have you model for them next week." "What did you say?" "I told them it was up to you. I think Alan's going to call you tonight." "Are you sure about this, Dad?" He just smiled and picked up the mail card with the photo disc inside. "Can we take a look at these together?" he said.