This was not my first experience with CFNM, but it was one of the most fun ones. It happened back in the 1990's, and I still think of it at times. I was in my forties then. I am almost seventy now and it still has not lost its sheen in all the decades that have slipped past me since then.
Back then I was with a girl named Brenda. I work in the tourist business and I was at a ski area then, loading skiers onto chairlifts. She came down the line. I had never seen her before, which is not unusual in that business where you meet someone for a brief time and never seen them again. Brenda was in her thirties, a pretty lady, with athletic features. I could not see much of her with so much ski clothes on, but she had a rather resigned and sad look underneath her ski goggles. We talked for a few minutes, about the weather or something, then I sent her on her way, never expecting to see her again.
I was wrong. She came back. We talked more, about this and that, and so on. One day she returned and she had a camera strapped around her neck. She explained it. She was a divorcing mother of two kids, a boy and a girl, her ex-husband was a tyrant of the first magnitude, and the divorce was like trench warfare. She was taking classes in photography at the local community college to help herself forget about the war, where her kids were in no man's land. I saw that camera and chuckled to myself. I thought back about ten years to a photographer girlfriend named Mona and her shooting me naked in days before there was such a genre, much less a name for it, of CFNM. I gave her some ideas for some potentially good shots around the mountain. She thanked me and off she went to see about them. Again, I figured I would never see her again.
Again, I was wrong. She returned and astonished me that she wanted to take some shots of me. A camera was a camera in those days before the digital era. I shrugged, said why not, and let her take them. She seemed to be having a field day and was amazed that, as she said, "I was so natural with it." She did not know my CFNM past I couldn't just tell her that I had been well-trained in days past by female photographers. This eventually blossomed into what is called a relationship. I encouraged her to use her camera on me, something that she was not used to and had not known underneath her dictator of a husband. It took her time to get used to this, to understand that a woman could ask a male to assume this or that position for her and that it would not threaten his machismo. We would go on photo shoots around town, just having fun, with me always as the subject and she as the photographer. She told me the gals in her photo class were envious.
After a couple months we found ourselves with a three-day weekend and alone. She and the ex had the kids every other weekend. We went on the photo shoots every other weekend. Even after two months, it was difficult for her to imagine that a guy would not mind it, would not criticize her for it, and actually encourage her to do it. I was beginning to think that this might blossom into another CFNM time, that she was gradually working me up to pop that question of "will you pose naked for me." I will say that Brenda had a lively erotic imagination, which was coming out after a long suppression by the husband she was detaching herself from.
We first went accompanied the son to his little league practice, where the father was on the other side of the field waiting to pick them up. It was Saturday. We were on our own until Monday. As usual, we embarked on a photo shoot. As usual, I was the subject; she was the director/photographer. We walked around town for several hours, having fun with this. The internal radars picked up that she was warming up to the idea. We were in her kitchen, the sunset sinking in through her window, painting colors in the kitchen, and I was doing the dishes. I heard a snap behind me. I chuckled to myself. I knew that sound and enjoyed that she was doing it. I swung around and saw a mischievous smile in her eyes and across her face.
Was it the right time? I made a gamble. I faced her and, before she could say yes or no, I did it. I took everything off right in front of her. She had seen me in the au natural, of course, but never like this, where she had the lens in her hand and I was proffering it to her. Completely naked, I turned and walked toward an open door, leading to a stairway that would bring me to her bedroom. I knew the stairs well. As I was walking toward it, some impulse made me flash a teasing look over my shoulder at her astonished face. Although I could not see it, the look wore the expression of "I'll be waiting," or something similar. I moved up the stairs and sat on the edge of her bed, thoroughly naked, to wait for her. I felt more female than male; eroticism and sensuality were flowing through me like a current from a nuclear power plant. I heard her footsteps mounting the steps and saw an arm coming through the open door. Then there she was, still dressed, still astonished, looking uncertain if this was real.
She sat beside me. I had positioned myself in front of the mirror and pointed this out to her . I gently pushed the Nikon to her eyes and pointed it at the mirror to take a shot of the two of us, side-by-side -- her dressed and me naked. Several more followed it. Then she aimed the Nikon's lens below the waist. She grabbed me and held it up as if she owned it and a flash erupted over me.
"Lay down," she commanded, "on your back."
I did as she asked me. She came in straight on, one shot-after-the-other, then commanded me to "roll over." She wanted the back view. I did as she asked me. We were on our way. That weekend led into an amazing summer of CFNM where I essentially became her camera slave. Some months later, we had to break up when Brenda was forced by circumstances to move away. I've never forgotten that delicious time:). It makes me smile all these years later.
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