Photography

When I left college I had a degree in photography, and I was looking forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that there were at least 20 qualified candidates for each job. And my sex was definitely an obstacle, because they seemed to favor male photographers. I got discouraged and desperate, then I met Tish.

She was a new model and we quickly became friends. She was the one who suggested I take some glamour shots from her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She thought being a woman was an asset in glamour photography. I rented a studio and while Tish dressed up, I put the locker room in jeans and a tee shirt, but it was a completely different Tish coming out. Talking about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy braces belt and high heels shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dangling over her breasts. “Would you like it?” she turned her lips as she crossed the room. You think they’re sexy enough? I whistled out of appreciation. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I’d jump on her. God!

It was an accidental meeting with the neighbor. It didn’t happen on purpose, I didn’t want it to happen, it just did. About two months ago, me and my wife Dorothy were invited to celebrate their 19th birthday with our neighbors. My name is Jack and I’m 29. My wife is a cute redhead and her name is Dorothy. She’s a year younger than me, and right now we don’t have any kids. We talked about it, but we kept postponing it because of both our jobs. We have great jobs and right now we weren’t ready to give them up so we could start a family. We didn’t want kids until we could actually spend the time we needed with them.