Cumming in my pants at the camera club (fantasy)
Everyone knows I love Miss Joanne Bache. So when I discovered She’d posed at camera clubs – nude, for groups of men, who all had photos of Her nude to take home – I nearly blew the top of my head off.
Now I dreamed for years of seeing girls pose for real. As I collected magazines by the 1000s, then videos, then pics off the Net, I had fantasies about seeing a girl pose for real, but I never in a million years thought it would happen.
I saw the photos in Escort mag of Miss Danica posing for amateurs, along with other bosomy goddesses. Years later I told Her how I’d longed to go along, but couldn’t. She said that Aunty Jayne who ran the sessions was ‘very good with shy blokes like me’. It was lovely of Her to be so understanding (and to let me see Her pose), but the problem was more than just nerves – and they were bad enough.
Thing is, when looking at photos makes you cum in your pants – Miss Danica made me ALL the time – then you can’t really go to an amateur photo session, or camera clubs. I could hardly turn up in my mac, could I? Not and leave it on and done up throughout the session. But if I didn’t have cover, well, everyone would know what happened to me, wouldn’t they.
So I thought it would never happen, and when it did – I was in my 40s by then – it was sheer fluke. For a long time I’d gone round studios, like in Soho, and then Miss Debby Ann Trent’s studio in Stoke, looking like a perv (not difficult of course) and asking pathetically for ‘spare photos’ to buy. The only time a studio did have spare photos was Terri’s Glamourworld, and not only did Miss Melanie sell me some of Her photos, but She asked if I’d like to see Her pose (no camera), took tissue-crammed, spunk-stained, caption and cartoon-defiled Spick & Span mags out of my case and copied the poses, making me spunk my pants in front of Her.
Now I’ve been obsessed with beautiful Miss Joanne Bache from the moment I first saw Her, and cumming in my pants looking at Her photos and videos is my main delight in life. Years earlier She’d done camera clubs, lots of them, so this is my dream about attending one.
When I saw the ad for Studio Janor, a week-end camera club featuring, among others, Miss Joanne, well I knew I had to overcome all my fears and attend. The thought of seeing my Goddess pose was too much, whatever the risks of being exposed as a pervert, I just had to go.
After my initial nerves I relaxed a bit. The other photogs were all scruffy-dressed too, and one or two of them seemed a bit nervous like me, probably feeling out of place too, and as soon as a girl appeared, gazing intently at them. So that’s what I look like then!
I’d got baggy jogger bottoms on so my erection would be less obvious, just as well because as soon as a couple of girls appeared in skimpy gear, my knob swelled instantly till it was upright and pulsating. I love looking at girls and I was beginning to actually enjoy this and feel less uncomfortable.
Then She appeared. I loved Her in Her photos but in the flesh She was mesmerising. She’d appeared in a few magazines and films, as well as nude in Health & Efficiency magazine – it was to be another 10 years before She started Her glamour site, but it was Her glamour photos I loved best, as nude is usually too much for me – I made an exception for Her though.
A bunch of eager photos gathered round as Miss Joanne posed in Her miniskirt and little top, already raising Her skirt and making me gasp. I’d got a little camera, mainly so I could get some pics of Her in front of a bunch of men so I could enjoy later seeing Her pose for lots of men. But at the moment all I could do was look, and without realising it, I was gone into a trance.
Then without warning waves of ecstasy were washing over me, and I could feel my head start to nod in time to the shots of spunk going into my underpants and baggy trousers. I did my best to hide it, but I could see Miss Joanne glancing at me, quizzically, away again and then back, a slightly bemused look on Her face.
As I subsided I realised I’d made a big mistake – baggy joggers might cover my erection but if I spunked in my underpants watching Her – as I surely would – then it would soak straight through. No wonder She was looking at me in that slightly surprised way. I forced myself to look down, and there it was – a big wet patch spreading across the whole front of my joggers. There was nothing I could do but wish the ground would open up and I could disappear.
Miss Joanne was now looking directly at my wet patch and laughing in surprise. That meant the photogs around me turned to look, and I was flushed with embarrassment as one by one they started to move away.
“Urgh, you dirty sod! Fancy doing that!”
“The fucking perv’s cum in his pants!”
“What do you think you’re doing?! Disrespectful sod, you can’t come here and do that!”
I was feeling more and more threatened, until Miss Joanne intervened. “Come on guys, it’s ok, I don’t mind. He’s not done any harm.”
They all moved off, it was nearly lunchtime anyway, and now the other girls were coming up to see what all the commotion was about. As they walked up, they put on little robes or towels, and Miss Joanne was still in Her miniskirt and skimpy top.
“Oh, he’s cum in his pants!”
“Oh my god you’re right! He’s done it in his pants! Look at them, they’re soaked!”
There was a lot of laughter as the girls all looked at me and my huge wet patch incredulously. Miss Joanne was still smiling and bemused. “Well that’s a first!” She said, laughing, and all the other girls laughed too.
“Do you always do that?” one of the girls asked me.
“I’ve never been to a photo session before.”
“Oh. I see, I guess.”
“Do you do it in your pants a lot though?” another girl asked.
“Miss Joanne makes me all the time when I look at Her photos,” I said, feeling very naughty to do so and getting excited again.
“Really?” Miss Joanne said, “that’s amazing, I’m flattered!”
“What, you do it in your pants just looking at photos, Her photos?” another girl asked, incredulous.
“I worship Her, She’s a goddess,” I said, looking at Miss Joanne and away again. I loved it that I’d told Her. That was my dream.
She smiled at me – “that’s so sweet of you – what’s your name?”
“Graham,” I said, shyly.
“Graham! You’re the one who sends those letters to my fan club!” This is around 1990, no emails, no mobile phones.
“Yes Miss, sorry Miss, I know I get carried away, I can’t help it.”
“Nonsense Graham, it’s absolutely fine, you’re doing no harm. It’s lovely of you to take the time to write such lovely things to me, I’m flattered.”
“Better get yourself cleaned up!” another girl who I recognised as Miss Tracy, said, and all the girls laughed.
“Maybe we could do a private photo-session,” Miss Joanne said. “Then it wouldn’t matter, uhm, what happened. Leave me your phone number and we’ll sort something out.”
I scribbled on an envelope and gingerly approached Her to pass it over, trying to avoid invading Her space and embarrassed at the big wet patch of spunk on my trousers which was ponging quite a bit.
“You’ve really messed those trousers Graham, haven’t you?!” She laughed while I looked embarrassed at the ground, holding out the envelope and aware She was just a couple of feet in front of me. She laughed for what seemed like minutes before I felt Her remove the envelope from my grasp. I stood back hastily.
“Sorry Miss, I couldn’t hold it.” What a stupid thing to say, I thought to myself.
“You just couldn’t hold back!” She laughed. “Oh Graham!”
“I love you Miss,” I blurted out without thinking, but She just said “ah” so nicely.
Driving back I had the joy of smelling the stench of cum all the way home, thinking non-stop ‘She made me spunk my pants and She saw and all the other girls saw, and…oh well, I hate it the other blokes saw’. I wonder if any other pervs were there and were jealous? You must get some pervs at these do’s, surely?
I wondered if She would call. Surely She’d be thinking ‘why would I want a disgusting perv ogling me and doing it in his pants’. That would be the last thing She’d want surely. But I did get the call, and a date was set to see Her in a studio. What outfits would I like Her to bring?