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The very first time (spunking my pants in front ofThis story is exactly as it happened, to the best of my recollection.I?ve told this story a lot, cause it?s my fondest memory. I?d dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real for a long, long time, even phoning models in the Sport and asking if I could see them pose, but never had the nerve to go through with it. There were so-called ?photo-studios? down in Soho where they gave you a camera and the girl on reception would go in the studio, take off all Her clothes till She was stark nude while you take photos ? or so I guessed. Maybe She wasn?t nude, maybe if you?re a normal man you don?t bother with photos but ?do stuff? with Her. I never had the nerve to do any more than ask for spare photos, which they never had (until Miss Lisa), though on one occasion the receptionist/nude model was wearing a low-cut top, making me spunk my pants in front of Her. She was a little surprised but unconcerned, so maybe I should have taken that hint.I got close to going into a studio on a couple of occasions, but always bottled it. You see, I?d never had relations with a girl, was always uncomfortable and inadequate in their presence, which only happened when I was at work, I didn?t socialise, I?d never seen a girl naked and was happy spending time with my magazines, videos and TV, or looking out my window and later going out and about in my rainmac. I?d only ever seen girls fully-dressed, apart from a few occasions in clubs or looking out over a beach. And fully-dressed, sexy-dressed was enough, and I spunked down my wall many times watching girls walk down the street. Seeing girls go-go dance in short skirts, once in a bikini, would make me cum in my pants very easily. On the rare occasions I saw girls in bikinis close enough, I?d instantly spunk my pants. The thought of seeing a girl nude scared me quite a bit, and on that occasion when I?d actually gone into a studio where an amateur photo-shoot was going to take place ? desperate by then to see a girl pose for real ? I ran out, terrified that the girl would come into the studio, throw off Her robe and be naked. So when the advert came up in the Sport for Terri?s Glamourworld, a studio for amateurs to take pics of girls, I of course phoned up, and then went along to ask for spare photos as usual. To my surprise, the receptionist did have some, and sold me as many as I could afford. She was dressed in a sort of business suit, and I behaved myself. Of course I was going to go back as soon as I could and buy more photos, not just because She?d sold me nice ones of girls in skimpy outfits, but because I love buying pics of girls from a girl. Any opportunity to talk to a girl on the phone ? far easier for me than face to face ? was taken advantage of, and I phoned the studio to ask if there would be any more pics I could buy. A different girl answered, who turned out to be one of the models who posed for men to take pics, glamour and nude.It?s very very exciting for a pervert wanker like me to talk to a real live glamour model, so much so that I spunked my pants during the conversation, and that was because I was explaining to the sex-queen model, who called Herself Lisa, why I couldn?t take pics and only buy them. And Miss Lisa Escort had said that it wouldn?t bother Her at all if I did it in my pants watching Her pose. I can?t remember if I?d said I didn?t have a camera and couldn?t take pics anyway, and She?d said I could just watch Her pose ? I think that?s right, I hope so.I was in quite a state the next few days, and my nerves got more and more jangly in anticipation ? I was actually going to see, at long last, if I could really believe it, a girl POSE!!!! After 30 years of being a wanker and buying tons of girlie mags, wanking on fully-dressed girls, spunking my pants seeing go-go dancers and girls in bikinis, even sexy dressed girls at work I was obsessed with, I was, at the age of 43, going to see a girl pose FOR REAL!!!!I also knew that if I bottled it, I could just buy more photos. And guess what......So I arrive at the studio and the door is locked, unlike last time. I cautiously knock on it and after a few minutes, a blonde leggy goddess in a black miniskirt and skimpy black top opens the door. My mouth opens and closes and for a while nothing comes out. ?I?m Graham?, I croak. She looks at me as if to say ?so what??I mumble, managing just to get the words out about the appointment we made on the phone last week. She has no recollection of it, She?s with a client, can I come back in half an hour? That is the longest half an hour I can remember, and I open my case back at the van and re-arrange my Spick