Gina was just sixteen, and she had really grown up over the last year. She was now a tall girl at about 5’ 7”, with a head of long dark hair, and a body that had filled out nicely from her skinny frame since her last birthday. She now was proud of her nice firm b-cup tits, that didn’t need a bra, but she liked to wear one anyway, usually something pink and frilly. Her formerly skinny ass had also taken on a nice curve, and her firm buns now filled out her jeans or shorts nicely. When she wore a bikini, she noticed guys and even men like her stepdaddy’s age looking at her, and staring at her ass, as she walked around the pool at the mobile home park where she lived, with her mom. She looked like the girls in the Victoria’s Secret ads, long and tall with firm tits and a nice little round ass. The fact that her face was a little plain, and her two front teeth protruded in a mild overbite didn’t seem to matter to the men who smiled at her now.

Gina didn’t like living with her mom and stepdad, but she didn’t have much choice, so she spent as much time as she could anywhere other than the little trailer. She hung out at school, and she hung out where teens always hung out- at the mall and the various shops that ringed the mall parking lot in her little town. Gina loved the new attention she was getting, and so she always dressed to show off her sexy young body, sometimes without really understanding just how hot and sexy she looked. What she knew was that she liked attention, she liked the looks and stares from older men. She even liked the whistles and catcalls from the construction workers that she sometimes passed on her way to and from school or the mall. When they whistled, she would look over, giggle and smile, and sometimes wiggle her little ass, which inevitably made them whistle or hoot some more.

When winter came, Gina had to wear warmer clothes of course, but she still liked her sexy summer clothes, so she had figured out how she could still wear the sexy, tight summer things, and then layer on something warmer. One of her favorites was a long sweater coat, that she could wrap around herself, and tie the sweater’s matching belt at the waist. But once inside the mall, she could loosen the belt, and let the long sweater fall open, giving a glimpse of whatever she was wearing underneath. Gina had fun walking into the mall covered from neck to her ankles in the long sweater, and then loosening the belt, and letting guys have a little look at what she wore underneath, usually something that was tight and showed the shape of her firm tits, and showed off her washboard abs. Gina also favored low-slung hip-hugger jeans, some that dipped dangerously low and stretched across her bony hips. She could stick her fingers into the gap at each side of her firm tummy, where the jeans bridged across her tight abs. So when she opened her full-length sweater coat, she showed a lot of pale white skin to anyone in the vicinity. She got excited when men would stop and try to stare, usually pretending to look at something else. She had fun catching them looking, often smiling and pretending to close the sweater, to block their view. She had gotten her belly button pierced last summer, and she always wore a flashy, silver belly button ring, with several strands of dangling sparkling fake diamonds. The sparkly ring and dangles drew attention to her sexy tummy, and the low-slung jeans that just barely covered her pubic mound. She had to shave herself down there to avoid showing her little landing strip over the top edge of the jeans.

In short, Gina was a little teenage cock-teaser.

She didn’t really know what she would do if a guy picked her up, but she was excited by the idea. She had just a bit of experience with boys, having been asked to the prom by a senior two years older than she was in November. The boy named Nate had kissed her and felt up her tits, but she had stopped him when he tried to fuck her after he had pulled off her panties and started to lick her hot little pussy. She had loved his aggressive licking, but she didn’t think she was ready to lose her virginity. This cold Saturday morning in January, she was thinking about that senior, and her pussy was getting a little hot and sticky thinking about how he had licked her down there ... She kind of wished she had let him go all the way, and wondered how that might have felt. She definitely knew she liked having her pussy licked.

So as she wandered the aisles of the dollar store that was in a building adjacent to the mall, she noticed the older guy, in the sports coat and tight jeans who was also looking at the racks of cheap items in the store. He was hot, Gina decided, even if he was much older with partially grey hair, and some lines in his tanned face. Gina decided he looked sexy like that George Clooney guy she had seen in some movies. She also decided she would show off a bit and see if she could get his attention. She was wearing her dark hair in two long pigtails, that gave her a young and hot look.

So when she noticed him walking around the end of the aisle, she decided to meet him half way down the aisle, and give him a good look at what she was wearing under her long sweater. She had on a skin-tight knit white crop-top under the sweater, that hugged her tits and was just long enough to cover her tits. It was so short that it tented out slightly where it ended an inch or so under her tits. She could even feel a bit of cool air on her breasts that made her nipples perk up and poke through the flimsy knit material.

Her skin-tight jeans were low hip huggers, and so they showed off a wide expanse of her tight teenage tummy, with the flashy belly button ring sparkling in the middle of the expanse of flesh, when she pulled the sweater open, to give him a look.

And he did look! Gina was carefully looking at one of the racks, when she stood with a hand on her hip to make sure the sweater was open, but she saw him stop dead as he noticed her, and saw his mouth drop open a bit as he stared at her display of teenaged tummy and titties. As soon as she saw him stop to stare, she looked over at him, and shyly pulled the sweater partially closed, and gave the guy a big smile.

“Like what you see,” she giggled, as she opened the sweater back up a little, to let him have another look at her smooth tummy and perky tits.

“I do,” the guy said, flashing a big sexy smile at Gina, as he stepped closer, and looked up and down, over her tits and tummy.

And then he brazenly grabbed the lapel of her sweater, and pulled it open, exposing fully the firm mounds of her tits, displayed in the tight knit top.

“Are you a model?” he asked, as his eyes lifted from her tits, to look into her brown eyes.

Gina smiled again and giggled.

“No, but I’d kind ‘a like to be a model,” she responded, smiling and looking down, avoiding his direct look. When she looked back up, he was looking right into her eyes, and it gave Gina a little chill. She felt a jolt of heat go through her, as the older man looked into her eyes, and kept his hand on the lapel of her sweater. She could not move as he held her sweater, and his eyes raked over her body.

“All you need to be a model, baby, is some pictures,” the guy said, adding, “my name is Jack, and I’ve launched a few models in my career, so I know what I’m talkin’ about.”

“What do you do?” Gina asked, her big brown eyes wide open, followed quickly by “How do you launch models?”

Jack, smiled quietly as the eager teen looked at him, her buck-tooth smile giving her an innocent look that contrasted with her hot teen body, that she was flaunting. He continued looking her over, running his eyes down her sexy from and back up to look her straight in her eyes, until she looked down again, unable to meet his steely look.”

“Well,” Jack began slowly, as he pulled back Gina’s sweater coat to take a better look at her sexy crop top, and the young tits it clung to as well as her shoulders and her sexy midsection. “First, I would get you into my studio, with lighting that would highlight your lovely skin. Then I would probably work on getting you into some outfits that would bring out your natural physical assets.”

Gina was excited by the guys confident talk and his knowledge of photography and modelling.

“Wow,” she gushed, bouncing a little as she reached to touch the guy’s jacket and pulled him a little closer. “I’d love to have some professional pictures taken of me. Do you really do model pics, even for unknown models?”

“Really?,” he began slowly again, “not very often. It’s actually pretty rare to come across a girl who has the body and face to be a model and can actually do what it takes to be a model. I rarely waste my time, even with super-hot girls.”

“But, do you think I’ve got the body and the face to be a model?’ Gina asked innocently, again bouncing just enough to jiggle her firm titties.

Now Jack took his hand and cradled her chin, and turned her head slightly, and stroked her hair down both sides of her face. Then he ran his fingers over her lips, around her ears, and back behind her head, and held her between his hands, his strong hands and thumbs gently massaging her skin as he held her.

Gina felt the warmth of his hands, and felt a tingle in her loins, as she became aroused by the older man’s confident touching. She kept looking at him but looked down as he moved one hand from her face and ran it down the naked skin between her crop top and her low-slung jeans. She shivered a little as he let his hand rest right on her bony hip, where it emerged from the tight jeans.

“I hope you don’t mind, but since you are fully dressed, I need to feel a bit of your body, to see if you have the kind of skin tone that makes for a great model,” Jack said, as he gave her a little squeeze to her hip and the skin above her tight jeans. “Nice tight skin is essential to looking good on camera,” he explained.

“I don’t mind at all if it helps you decide to take some pics of me,” Gina said, smiling a toothy smile, eagerly leaning into his hand, and pushing her sexy flat tummy ever so slightly forward toward the older man.

“I like your attitude,” said Jack, as he deftly ran his hand around her waist, feeling her taut lower back muscles, before running his hand back up her torso, and up behind her and slightly under her crop top. Then he slowly moved his fingers around to the front, feeling the firm swells where her tits filled the tight crop top. He didn’t attempt to touch her nipples, keeping his fingers just on the edges of the firm mounds of her young boobs.

“So, what do ya think, Jack,” Gina asked eagerly, as she stood without backing off. and allowed him to finger her tit, even leaning in slightly against his touch.

“I think you might have what it takes,” Jack said tentatively. “So if you can give me an hour or two in the studio, I can take some test shots. If you’re in, follow me to my car. My studio is just up the road, and I can bring you back to pick up your car when the shoot is over.”

“Yeah,” squeaked Gina, “I can definitely spare an hour or two for a shoot!” She didn’t correct his assumption that she had a car at the mall. She had walked and had planned to walk home.

“Let’s go then,” Jack said, giving her a little swat on her firm ass through the sweater coat. “Belt up that sweater and let’s get some pics!”

Gina quickly pulled the sweater together, cinched her belt around her narrow waist, and followed Jack to his car.

Jack couldn’t resist a smile to himself as he walked the hot teenager to his car, opened the door and watched her sink into the seat. He noticed her cowboy boots for the first time and told her he liked her style. She smiled up at him, with a big buck-toothed grin.

When they got to his house, Jack escorted Gina to the empty bedroom that served as his studio, he turned on the overhead light, and adjusted several tripod lights, He brought in a high barstool and set it in front of a big white screen.

Gina watched in awe.

“OK,” said Jack finally. “Get that coat off and let me put a little makeup on you. With your skin, you don’t need much.”

Gina peeled off the coat and tossed it in a heap on the floor. She looked a little skinny and vulnerable without it, the cowboy boots making her look taller and thinner, and the crop top accentuating her firm tits. It was cool in the house, and her nipples poked big lumps in the top.

“Sit down here,” Jack said, pointing to the tiny stool at a small table in front of a big mirror.

She sat down, and Jack stood behind her and told her to face forward and close her eyes.

Gina did as she was told, and Jack picked up a brush and dusted a bit of light powder on her face and neck.

“Lift your arms, so I can take off this top,” Jack said.

“Why do you need to do that?” Gina asked hesitantly.

“I need to put a little powder on your tits, so they don’t look sweaty,” Jack said without hesitating.

“I don’t know about showin’ you my tits, man,” Gina said, looking back at Jack. “I hardly know you!”

“Well, baby, you can either do as you are told and have me do a model portfolio for you, or go back to the dollar store,” Jack said flatly. “Your choice.”

He looked at her with a tight smile, and gently lifted her nicely toned arms alongside her head.

“Well, okay, I guess you know what you’re doin,” Gina said softly.

She held her arms up, and Jack pulled the flimsy crop top over her head. Her firm half-round boobs barely jiggled as they were freed from the knit top. He gently dusted some powder on the pale white boobs, and her slightly engorged nipples as she sat in front of the mirror. She watched him expertly apply the powder, becoming a little more excited by the soft touch of the brush on her sensitive tits and nipples.

“Now stand up here, so I can see where else you might be sweaty or shiny.” Jack said, taking her hand and helping her stand up. He let his arm brush her firm tit as she stood up.

“I’m not sweaty!” Gina protested, standing and pouting a bit, as she stood with her tits pointing straight at Jack.

“You sure you’re not just a little hot and damp under those tight jeans?” Jack asked gently, as he put a big hand over the crotch of her tight jeans, feeling the warmth of her teen pussy under the rough fabric.

“Why does that matter?” asked Gina, “I ain’t posin’ naked, am I?”

“Well,” said Jack thoughtfully, “I’d advise you to show everything you’ve got, for the best shot and becoming a model. So you decide.”

“Well, OK, I guess,” Gina said quietly. “But just for my photo shoot, okay?”

Whatever that meant, Jack was happy to nod in assent, just to get this hot teen’s pants off.

“And I ain’t gonna take off my panties,” the girl said flatly, “Just my jeans, OK?”

She pulled off her cowboy boots, and then peeled down her tight jeans, revealing a pair of slightly worn white panties, with a cartoon “Tweety Bird” smiling over her mound. A crease through Tweety Bird showed where her teen slit was underneath the thin cotton.

“Cute panties,” Jack said smiling, as he ran a hand over her half-covered butt cheek, and asked her to turn around.

“Don’t make fun of my panties. I like tweety bird!” Gina said looking down at the little-girl underwear.

She turned around, and he admired the firm curve of her firm butt cheeks, as perky and firm as her tits were. He dusted a little powder on where the cheeks were exposed under the cotton panties.