Chapter 43

On my way to the woman, I noticed that those four girls I had seen inside the gas station’s shop were somewhat to the side and also walking toward that woman. Those four were looking at me and talking to each other, probably saying some funny things because I noticed them smiling and even giggling.

Once I reached the woman, I focused on her and said, “Hello! You wanted to talk with me?”

“Yes,” the woman said while checking me out. When she looked me in the eyes again, she said, “You’re very pretty! Aren’t you afraid of running around naked?”

I shook my head and answered, “Not really. My friends are over there, and there are enough people around. I’m sure if anyone would try to hurt me, someone would come to my rescue.”

The woman looked at my friends, then around the area, and eventually said, “You’re probably right. But still, I wouldn’t dare to do this. I would feel too ashamed about it and even be afraid the cops would show up.”

I shrugged but didn’t say anything. I knew I wouldn’t be in trouble with the cops, but I didn’t need to share this with her.

Her body language changed slightly, and she looked more serious. “So, I wanted to talk with you to ask if you maybe also do some modeling?”

“Modeling? No, not really.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t too clear about what I meant. Do you maybe do photo shoots?”

I thought about it momentarily and said, “Well, people have been taking pictures of me, but I haven’t done a proper photo shoot. Why do you ask?”

“It’s not directly for me, but for my husband. He’s a hobby photographer, and I have posed a few times for him. However, I know he would love to have other people pose for him, but he’s shy. So, he never dares to ask other people to pose for him. I think ... no ... I’m sure that he would love to do a shoot with a pretty girl and probably also love to do a nude shoot with her, but he never dares to ask them. Well, coming to the point. His birthday is in a month, and I want to give him something special as a gift. Would you like to pose for him?”

“Me?” I was a little surprised, not so much because she asked me for a photo shoot. After all, this has happened before, but she was asking this for her husband. She really must love and trust her husband a lot.

“I think he would love it,” the woman said, adding, “And I will pay you, of course.”

“That’s not necessary,” I told her. “Sure, I would love to pose for him. I have only one condition ... He shares photos with me and lets me post them on my website.”

“Website?” the woman asked, surprised.

“I ... well ... we only started it recently, so we need content for it. So, we will make a lot of videos and pictures in the coming week, but I would love to pose for other photographers as well, as long as I can use the pictures for my website.”

The woman thought about it momentarily and said, “I don’t think my husband would have a problem with that, as long as he can also use it on a website where he shares his photos.”

“Well, if he would post them with a link to my website. I would greatly appreciate it and do it for free for sure.”

“Well, it sounds like we have a deal.”

“I think we have.”

“How are we going to make the arrangements? Can I call you? Or do you want my phone number so you can contact me?”

“You know what, I’ll give you my website’s address. Just make an account on it and then send me a private message. I’ll give you full access to it, and then we can have a video chat to make the arrangements.”

“Okay, sounds good to me,” the woman said. She pulled a little notepad and a pen out of her purse and gave them to me.

I quickly wrote down my website’s URL and returned it to her.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll contact you early next week. My husband will be away for work from Monday until Wednesday, so a chat on any of those days would be perfect for me. I would like to keep this a secret for him until the day of the photo shoot.”

“Wouldn’t he like some time to prepare himself for it?” I wondered out loud.

“Yeah, maybe,” the woman said, thinking. “Well, I can always tell him I would love to pose for him again, so this way, he can prepare something, but eventually, you will be his model.”

“That could work. Yeah, let’s do it like that.”

“Thanks!” she said with a huge smile. “By the way, I just remember I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Cindy. Cindy Launders.”

I noticed she put her hand out towards me, so I took it, and while shaking it, I said,” Nice to meet you, Cindy. I’m Anita, but on the website, I’m known as Foxy.”

The woman giggled and said, “You sure are a fox!”

“Thanks,” I said and giggled also.

“So, I’ll make an account this weekend and then wait for your invitation for a chat. I can do any day next week, but I would love it if we could do it before Wednesday. To make sure my husband can’t find out about it.”

“Well, let’s say Monday evening around eight o’clock. I’ll send you the link for the chat Monday morning after you have made an account, of course.”

“Sounds good to me. Again, thank you for being willing to do this for me ... and my husband.”

“You’re welcome,” I said.

“Um, I thought about something; I should have told this first before making any deals. We live in the capital. I hope this isn’t a problem for you?”

“Oh no, no problem. I often drive there to go shopping and for other stuff.”

“Okay. I just wanted to mention it.”

“No, it’s fine. I can get there without a problem.”

“Okay,” the woman said, looked around her, and said, “Well, I better let you go then. I think your fans are waiting for you.” While she said this, she nodded away from my friends. When I looked, I noticed those four girls were standing a couple of yards away from us, and it seemed they were eager to speak with me. At least, that’s what it seemed like.

“Hmm, yeah,” I said. “Seems I’m not going home yet.” I gave the woman a sneaky smile.

“Well, have fun!” Cindy said and added, “If that’s what you want?”

“Depends on what they want from me. But judging by their eager faces, I’m sure it will be something fun.”

“I’ll let you go then. See you Monday evening.”

“Okay, Monday evening.”

The woman then walked to the side of her car, got in, waved at me, and then drove past me.

I looked at the four girls, and they came quickly to me.

“Hi!” the blonde one said. “So, um, can we ask you a question?”

“Sure,” I answered. I looked around us and noticed some people were looking in our direction, but no one else seemed to come in our direction. “What do you want to know?”

“That girl in the store of the gas station. She told her friends that your skin felt so nice. I was wondering ... can I...”

“We!” a black-haired girl said.

“We ... Can we ... maybe ... touch your?”

“What you are asking is ... Can you touch me in the parking lot with everyone watching?”

The blonde looked around her and giggled, “Hmm, yeah, that would probably be a bit too much to ask from you.”

I smiled at her, raised my arms away from my body, and said, “No, go ahead. Touch me wherever you want!”

The blonde’s eyes got huge while she stared at me in disbelief. It was at this point that I knew they thought I would have denied them access to my body. But now that they could touch me, with my permission, they suddenly felt uneasy about it.

“So? What’s it going to be?” I asked them.

The brunette in their group approached me without hesitation and put her hands on my hips. She gazed me in the eyes, and I stared back.

“You’re sure?” the brunette asked.

“Yep.”

The girl’s hands slowly started to move over my body. Her face turned into a look of wonder. “Wow,” she let out. “Your skin ... it’s ... so soft and smooth!”

“Thanks!” I responded.

“Girls, you need to feel this,” the brunette told the other girls.

And that was all they needed. Before I knew it, I had eight hands on my body, rubbing my skin all over. Although I have to say, I was glad that these girls stayed away from my pussy. Eventually, all four did touch my breasts, and the brunette gave them a good squeeze.

By the time they were done, I was hot and bothered again. And while I can’t confirm it, I’m sure my pussy was leaking some fluids.

When the girls stepped away from me, the blonde said, “Your skin is extraordinary. I have never felt skin like that before ... except for ... like my sister’s skin when she was a baby.”

The last girl, a redhead, said, “That’s it. My baby brother’s skin ... it felt the same as yours!”

“Are you saying I’m a baby,” I joked.

“Not a baby, but a babe for sure,” the blonde said.

“Thanks,” I responded and felt a little proud.

“So ... umm ... you said something about a website to that woman. Can we have the address as well?”

Fuck, why hadn’t I given this a second thought? Now that they were talking about my website, I remembered that you need to be an adult to visit it, and those girls looked like they were around, I hoped, sixteen. Still an age of consent and not illegal to do anything sexual with them. But they aren’t allowed to view my website. They can see me naked in real life but not on the Internet.

So, with some reluctance, I said, “Umm ... You have to be eighteen or older to view my website.”

The blonde girl smiled at me and asked, “How old do you think we are?”

To be sure, I gave them another look-over. They were wearing somewhat similar clothing. From top to bottom, they wore a T-shirt with an animation on it, a short skirts, and sneakers. Not all in the same color, but the look of the four were about the same. I remembered the look because I had worn the same things in summer from when I was a young kid until I turned fifteen. I only started to wear more sexy attire when I was sixteen. So, I wanted to flatter them and said askingly, “Fifteen, maybe sixteen?”

All four girls smiled, and the blonde said, “Thanks for the compliment. But no, I’m eighteen, and my friends are all nineteen.”

“Really?!” I let out, puzzled. Because, to be really honest. I had been afraid they could have been thirteen or fourteen.

“Yep, really!” The redhead said, “So, you don’t have to worry. You’re not corrupting minors.”

The girls laughed at this, and the blonde said, “So? Can we have the website’s URL?”

I shrugged, noticed two of the girls looking at my breasts when I did this, and asked them, “Does anyone have a pen?” I patted down my body at the usual places where there could have been pockets if I had worn clothes.

The black-haired girl dug out a pen from somewhere and gave it to me. Now, I only needed something to write on, but before I could ask for some paper, the blonde put out her arm and said, “Just write it on my arm.”

I needed to smile at this, but I did like she asked. I stepped closer, took her arm, and wrote the address.

“Thanks,” she said when I was done. “So, I can presume it’s a site with a subscription?”

“Yes, it is,” I answered.

“No problem,” she answered. “I can probably persuade my pervert of a brother to pay for it. If there is a free picture of you on it, I’m sure he will gladly pay for it.”

“Yes, there is. And there is also a free video of me on it.”

“Cool!” the blonde said. “Then I’m sure he is going to subscribe to your site. From the websites he already pays for, I can honestly say you are ranked in the top 3 regarding looks. And if you have naughty content on it, I’m sure you can rank first.”

I looked suspiciously at her, and she answered my unasked question by saying, “Yes, he shares access to those websites with me. I love looking at beautiful and sexy girls. And no, I’m not gay, but I do love looking at them.”

“I hope you will like my site then,” I said. “And ... I don’t know if the other girls on those sites do this. But I will also do private chat sessions with some subscribers.”

“Really?” the blonde said. “What do you do during those sessions?”

I giggled and said, “I still need to do my first one. But ... it will probably depend on the person on the other side. I haven’t thought about it much.”

“Would you do things suggested by the subscriber?”

“Maybe. Well, probably.” I said, “It will depend on how I feel about him or her.”

“Well, would you do things for me?” she asked, giving a seductive look.

I smiled at her and said, “I’m sure I will.”

“Can I ask something right now?”

“You’re not a subscriber yet?” I jokingly answered.

She pouted at me and said, “Please!”

I thought about it and responded, “Sure, why not?!”

Her whole body language changed suddenly; her eyes started to glisten, and then she said, or even better, ordered me, “Give me a searing kiss!”

I can tell; I hadn’t expected this. I thought the girl might want to ask me something silly, daring, or humiliating. But telling me to kiss her, that’s something I hadn’t even considered. However, now that she had ordered this, I was eager to comply.

Without saying anything, I closed the gap between the two of us. Standing breast to breast, I noticed the girl had some firm tits underneath that T-shirt.