How I became a nudist

By Nudist Natasha

I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist (you wouldn't guess from the site, would you?). But like all good things in life - wine, good food, fucking, exposing yourself - the more you get, the more you want.

I'd just turned eighteen, and I had a boyfriend I'd been going steady with for a while. He liked my legs, and certainly liked seeing me nude (and fucking me, of course), but my just being seen by one man wasn't enough for me. It started with small things, such as not catching the hem of my mini skirt when the wind blew it up, because I wanted everybody to see my panties. That was fine when I was alone, but my ex used to get moody, jealous and sulky when it happened if I was out with him. The creep certainly liked to see up my skirt, and would be really happy if he saw up some other bitch's skirt, but hated it when other men saw my panties.

Anyway, one day I'd gone to the Spanish bar near work for a quick glass of Rioja and some tapas. A few of us used to go there, and usually you'd meet one of your colleagues, but this day I seemed to be all by myself.

Apart from the problem with my exhibitionism, I was pretty pissed with my ex that day, and was beginning to think it was time to jack him in. So when I say this horny guy sitting across from me, I decided it was time to do something about it. As usual, I had a mini skirt on, and I was (reasonably) subtlely letting my skirt ride up and crossing and uncrossing my legs. Sometimes I'd not cross my legs, which most girls, who don't want everybody to see their panties, know is not a good idea. The result was that he was getting quite a few views of my panties. So were quite a few others in the bar, but that just added to my enjoyment.

I was pretty sure it was working, as this guy was making it fairly obvious he was looking at my panties. He wasn't exactly staring, but he was quite obviously and unashamedly looking as well. After about five minutes of this, he came up and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Richard. I've seen you here before, haven't I? You work at that big office on the next block, don't you? Look, I was just going up to the bar to get another drink. Can I get you one?"

So when he came back with our drinks, started chatting. There was one really bad thing about him, and one really good thing. But at least he was honest and totally up front. You see he was married. Nowadays, if I fancy a man, that wouldn't be a problem. I'd just fuck him. Then I'd go on and find a man who wasn't married to go out with (and fuck him as well).

But in those days, I was still fairly innocent. I'd make sure I went out with a guy for a few dates before I'd let him fuck me. So I was a bit disappointed. But what did wet my appetite was when he told me he was a photographer, and that's why he'd noticed me.

He told me he was a "glamour photographer." Then I thought that meant pretty girls in bikinis, swimsuits or even lingerie. Which I suppose sometimes it does. But more often it's a nice way of saying nude modeling, which is what Richard explained to me. He had a really good "sales pitch," to get me interested without it seeming sleazy.

He asked me if I was over eighteen, because I actually looked a lot younger. I assured him I was just eighteen, and even showed him my Driver's Licence to prove it.

He went on to say I was obviously a bit exhibitionist, it had been obvious I was letting him see my panties, and that I wasn't at all shy about it. So he led up to telling me that I could earn good money modeling nude, for camera clubs, or better still in Men's Magazines.

Well, its quite a step up from letting men see your panties to exposing your whole nude body to a camera club full of dirty old men, or having your nude pictures published for millions of men to jerk off to. I was so innocent then, I didn't even realise it'd involve me shaving between my legs (so there's no pubic hair to spoil the view) and opening my legs as wide as I could (something I was to really enjoy once I did start modeling). Never the less, I took his business card, and spent the rest of the afternoon thinking it over.

When I went out with my boyfriend that night, while we were driving back, I told him I had met this photographer. I told him the photographer had said I should do nude modeling, and I was seriously considering it.