Let me start off my stating, my name is not David. I have chosen a pseudonym to protect all involved in my story. None deserve whatever shame that may be cast upon them for their involvement, nor do I need to have my situation revealed to the authorities and further complicate things. For those who provided me assistance, I must protect them from personal or legal retribution. Having shared that somewhat ominous disclaimer, life is not bad. We all have heard the saying, "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade", or "When you get knocked down, you have to stand back up and fight again." Well, I am here to tell you that lemonade can be bitter, and hitting the ground a second time can be even more painful than the first. Sometimes you just have to chuck the lemons, or just stay down the first time.

I will pick my story up in what all would consider my mid-life. I was happily married for many years to Carol. She was good to me, and a better lover than I probably deserved. She produced happy healthy children for me over the years. Five in all, and all girls. My oldest, Lisa, is 24 now, and happily engaged. Then came Amanda, twenty-one, Irene, nineteen, and the twins, Erica and Heather, sixteen. The twins came along at the urging of my wife, who was convinced that no man would be satisfied without producing a son. She convinced me to try once more for a boy. When we were blessed with two more girls I finally convinced her that enough was enough. I had actually been hoping for another girl, as I rather like raising them. Two was a bonus.

I have always been an amateur photographer. I began early in my high school years, and was rarely without a camera through those years. I took photos at every event I could make it to from basketball games to theater productions. I became pretty well skilled, but only occasionally considered going pro. I did have other interests, and my art stalled out. I loved taking photos of friends and girlfriends, but in those days a naive kid like me didn't have resources available for processing nudes. I did a little black and white work in my basement, but only convinced a couple of girls to pose nude for me, and then it was very limited.

Fast forward to life as a father of female children. Like any parent, I doted on my girls, each in their turn as they grew. My photos for a long time were limited to snap-shots of kids at play, but all the while, me desire to do more grew. When digital camera's became available I bought in as high in the technology as I could afford. This meant paying $1,000 for a camera that the following year would cost $500 to match, and the next, newest thing was $500 more. Raising kids, our finances left me chasing technology from a step or two below the latest and greatest, but I honed my skills in composition and lighting, and delighted in the ability to edit and print as a hobby.

Our first digital camera purchase gave me an opportunity to explore the potential of taking nudes, which had always interested me, but eluded me. As I traveled a good deal, I had copious free time in various cities far from home. One in particular was a college town several hours from home that I was required to visit three or four times monthly. On a whim I decided to see if I could arrange a modeling session there. Using AOL I searched al the females I could come up with in that city using the filter "Model." My search produced fifteen or so prospects, much to my delight. I sent each one a note, asking if any would like to have digital images of themselves (at the time digital cameras were still a new trend) that they could use for their profiles, or to send to friends via e-mail. I explained clearly that I was a business man who traveled into their area occasionally and would be happy to meet publicly at a location of their choosing.

This was pretty much a shot in the dark for me, as I did not anticipate any actual takers. Much to my surprise I got a response about a week later. At first the contact was tentative. She wanted to know more about me, and shared that her name was Angel and she was a student a one of the local colleges. I also learned that three of the screen names I had sent the mail to were hers and we had a good chuckle about that. We had a running e-mail exchange for several weeks. She asked me what sort of photos I had in mind and I remained coy about my desires. I suggested that when we did our shoot she bring several outfits including skirts, shorts and if she felt comfortable, a bathing suit as well. It was Angel that suggested that she might want some nudes. I suggested we wait and see how things turned out. We made several attempts to get together, but each time, our schedules conflicted and it was almost a month later that we set a meeting at a local pub. My choice of a bar was intentional. I knew the place, and the food was good. I also knew the place to be fairly out of the way and not normally crowded on a week night. The selection of a bar was also because I knew that she would have to produce some ID to establish her age, thereby allaying my fear of getting involved with an underage girl.

I arrived at the bar at the agreed hour and took a seat at a quiet table, facing the door. I was starting my second beer when a young girl in baggy overalls came in. I was the only person sitting alone, so I was not too hard to pick out. She approached and I stood to introduce myself. She was short, probably not more than 5'2 or 5'4 and had blonde hair just past shoulder length. Given her choice of overalls I could not ascertain her proportions and her figure remained a mystery. The waiter approached and I offered Angel a beer. He took the order, but explained that he would have to see the young lady's proof of age. Angel produced a driver's license and offered it up to the waiter. I have to admit I held my breath. Angel was cute, and looked very young so I was prepared for a rejection. The waiter paused, then asked her to repeat her birth date. She offered it up easily and after a brief additional pause and a visual once over, the waiter handed it back to her and went to get her drink. I guess I gave Angel a look, because she offered it to me for inspection as well. The date of birth was correct, but the picture on the card was of a dark headed girl that looked more like she might be Angel's older sister than it did her. She smiled a bit wickedly, and explained that the hair color made her look younger. I was willing to accept that as I was seeing facial expressions that I knew would be quite photogenic, and I was more than a little interested in what lay under the baggy outfit.

We had a nice conversation for quite a while. When we had planned this meeting we had agreed that it was a get to know you sort of meeting. No plans were made to do our shoot, just feel each other out and see where it went. We talked about her school, her plans and then about our photo shoot. She wanted several outfits and had a pretty good idea of what she wanted. She also explained that she wanted some tasteful nude shots that she could share with special friends. We had a very congenial meeting. I hinted several times that I wished she had chosen something more revealing of her figure, and it was her turn to play coy. When we left the bar she was teasing me that maybe she was a boy, and what would that turn out like. That was not my hopes and she must have been worried about my reaction because as we drew up next to her Mustang, she took me by the hand, and under the guise of a cordial hug goodbye, pushed it under her t-shirt, granting me a physical confirmation that she was certainly not male, and was possessed of pleasantly firm breasts with prominent nipples. It was a quick feel and she turned to slide my hand out. She gave me a peck on the cheek and thanked me, promising to call soon.

I was pleased with our meeting, but was skeptical that I would ever see Angel again. The brief feel of her breast and erect nipple thrilled me, but my estimate was that she was younger than her claimed 21 years and was likely scared to go any further. You can imagine my surprise when I got home and found an e-mail from her affirming her desire to pose for me and asking when I would be back in town. We agreed to meet at the same bar the following week, and proceed from there to our photo shoot. We met as planned and this time she arrived early, sitting at the same table, facing the door. We finished a single beer and chatted about our plans briefly before she stood up and led me out the door. She agreed to follow me to my hotel to begin there. As I traveled to town regularly the hotel I stayed at regularly upgraded me to theme suites that were larger than regular rooms and featured Jacuzzi tubs and special decorating. This time it was a cottage suite with New England style furnishing and decoration and a nicely raised ceiling. Angel pulled a large bag from her trunk and followed me up the stairs.

True to her word, Angel produced several outfits from her bag. Although there was a large bathroom, she surprised me by opting to change in the main room while I retrieved my camera from my bag. She pulled off her top, revealing a small, lacy bra. Her breasts were small but nicely formed and supported by her bra. She slipped out of her jeans, and I was pleased to see her panties were white, with a low rise. Angel pulled a sparkly top out of her bag and put it on. It clung nicely to her chest, and featured a low neckline that highlighted her modest cleavage and stopped short of her belly button. Her tummy was flat and smooth. She pulled on a pair of short denim shorts and followed then with a pair of high heeled cowboy boots that lifted her ass beautifully. We moved through several poses, with her draped over the couch, kneeling on the large bed or hanging out of the empty hot tub. Angel continued posing as she unzipped her shorts, revealing her white panties underneath, sexy and casual.

She went through several outfits in this manner, changing panties several times, and her bra twice, before abandoning it for a tight tee shirt that showed her figure and through which her nipples stood out remarkably. Each change of her panties was performed with her back turned to me, but it gave me a great view of her perfect ass. In a final change of clothing she pulled on an impossibly small thong that barely covered her pussy, then surprised me by pulling a pair of thigh high shiny leather boots out of the bottom of her bag. Turning to face me she revealed for the first time her naked tits. They were small and beautiful with stiff dark nipples. The dramatic effect of her revelation and the sexiness of her tiny g-string and boots was stunning. Angel moved to the bed, posing suggestively by the bedpost, then laying back across the bed as if in surrender.

As I snapped pictures she rolled around, alternately appearing lusty and innocently vulnerable. She asked what other poses I wanted to see, and I told her that one of the sexiest things for any man was the look of an orgasm in a woman's eyes. With that she offered me a wicked smile and slipped her hand slowly down her panties and began stroking herself underneath them. As she moved she pulled more and more against her panties until they were pulled completely aside, displaying her perfectly smooth and hairless pussy. She paused and pulled them off and dropped them to the floor without a word, and returned to her ministrations. Her fingers dipped into her split open pussy, tracing it's length from end to end, revealing it was glistening and wet. She murmured that she had been turned on so much in posing for me that she was dripping wet before she even touched herself.

Angel proceeded to masturbate herself, mumbling and moaning quietly. I kept my camera going despite my now very uncomfortable erection. I watched as she stroked and the toned muscles in her stomach and legs clenched and released alternately. She reached orgasm fingering deeply with her left hand while running her left hand over her clit vigorously. She moaned and clenched her fingers tightly in her cunt, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. She breathed deeply and smiled contentedly. The picture of her face at that moment was special, clearly depicting the satisfaction of her release.

After her orgasm Angel continued to play with her pussy, opening it for my camera, pinching her lips together then pulling them out like puffy pink butterfly wings. Spontaneously she hopped up and fished a hairbrush from her bag, returning to the bed and spreading wide again for my camera. She proceeded to insert the handle of the brush fully into her pussy, telling me that it was one of her favorite toys throughout her puberty. She had brought it specifically to show it to me and do herself with it for the camera. She continued to jack it in and out of her cunt until she came again. She clearly enjoyed the exhibitionism in her performance. After she came once more she stopped, and for the first time acknowledged the stiff bulge in my pants.

"Is there anything you would like to do next?" she asked. I had promised myself that I would not have sex with Angel, both in hopes that she would bring more friends for me if she trusted me, and because I had been faithfully married for twenty-five years at that point and felt I should stay so. It was too much for me to take though without taking some advantage of the opportunity. I love eating pussy, ever since a preacher's daughter taught me to appreciate it in college. I moved to her side, and whispered that I wanted to eat her. She obligingly rolled back over and spread herself at the side of the bed. I knelt at the side of the bed and took my first taste of strange pussy in 25 years. I carefully licked up one side and down the other. I licked and sucked her pussy like it was my best friend and life-long lover. I took great care to attend to her stiff and sensitive clitty, circling it and nipping at it repeatedly. She came at least twice more before I came up for air and slid up beside her again. Her big moist eyes looked deeply into mine as she slid down my body and released my cock from my pants. Angel expertly spun her tongue around the swollen head of my cock, paying particular attention to the tender rim and underside of the head before slowly licking the entire length of the underside of my cock and rising back up to it's head, then engulfing it completely and sucking it in until I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. She continued her slow trip up and down my cock, each time inhaling it until it touched her throat and pulling it slowly back out.

As my orgasm approached she looked up into my face, watching for me to show I was about to cum. I expected her to pop it out before I sprayed, but as I telegraphed my orgasm to her she once more took me deeply inside as I came, sucking every drop down her throat as I exploded. I could feel her throat contracting around the head of my cock as she swallowed, urging me to cum even harder. She smiled as she licked her lips and rose back to kiss me deeply. I could taste my cum on her tongue as we kissed.

I saw Angel several times after that, and we had raw raucous sex several times. I learned that it was indeed her sisters drivers license that she had passed to the waiter, but she swore that she was 18. She spoke of her freshman classes at college, so I believed her. I never asked again. I learned that the on again- off again start we had was due to the fact that she had a steady boyfriend, and she was trying to work me in around him. She continued to see me and him, and I didn't care. I had nothing to offer as I would never leave my family, and was open with her from the start on that issue. In spite of that I developed a real fondness and maybe even a love for her. Eventually, after a relationship that lasted almost two years she informed me that she wanted to move to the coast to explore her modeling career. I kept in touch periodically for a while and watched as she went from aspiring model to high priced escort, and then to hooker. I saw her once again after that on one of her infrequent trips home.

Later on I chatted with her on line and made an accidentally hurtful comment that maybe on her next trip back I could take out a second mortgage on my home and get a date with her. She signed off and I never heard from her again. I suspect that the feelings I had for her were shared more than I had understood, and she was as hurt and confused by their outcome as I was. To this day, I regret that thoughtless comment. Sometimes life does not hand us lemons, we pick them for ourselves.