First time sex stories: Coaching a Teen Model. Author: stifflittlepoints. Emma was excited to model the new dress her Daddy had bought for her. Soon a neighbor wanted to follow up and take pictures of her at his house. There she found a slightly older boy, who took over the action and everyone enjoyed themselves. The story is including of Fantasy, Exhibitionism, First Time, Incest, Young theme.

First time sex stories: Coaching a Teen Model

Author: stifflittlepoints

She smiled and tilted her head just the way she knew her Daddy liked and said, “So what’s my present from you, Daddy?”

Henry pretended to let his face fall and said, “Gee I hoped you would forget about your birthday this year and I wouldn’t have to get you one.”

Emma now folded her arms as she said, “Yeah right Dad, hand it over” with a smile on her face.

Smiling back at her, Henry reached and took his daughter’s hand and led her to the combination kitchen dining room. There a wrapped box sat on the dining table. Giving a little girl shriek . . . Emma ran to the table and began to tear away the wrapping paper.

Opening the box her eyes got wide. There she found her favorite yellow dress she had been looking at in a nearby store, and when she pulled it out underneath a frilly panty and bra set. Squealing with delight Emma pulled out the underwear marveling over it. She had never had a real bra before. There were a couple of sports bras that Henry had gotten her to play field hockey in but that was all.

“Well don’t just stand there.” Henry said, “Try them on and make sure I got you the right size.”

Without another word Emma ran off to the back of the one story house into her bedroom. Henry still smiling walked after his daughter. At the open door of her room he leaned against the door frame as Emma kicked off her party shoes and began to unbutton her dress.

Henry and Emma led a casual lifestyle. Undressing in front of each other was commonplace. Emma barely noticed and was not bothered by her father’s presence as she pulled off her old dress. The fact that she had seen her father naked and he had seen her was something she would never tell Aunt Edda and even at six she had known not to admit that to the child services investigator.

When the dress was off Henry couldn’t help his eyes going to the low mounds with the slightly puffed pink nipples that were on Emma’s bare chest. When she then quickly whisked off her old panties she stood clad only in white knee socks. Henry could clearly see her cute little cleft between her legs. Emma’s mother had been as blond as Emma and had never shaved herself down there. She had always sported a sparse blond bush of hair. Henry peered at his daughter and wondered if she was growing any hair yet but couldn’t tell. She still looked like her pussy was completely bald. Henry shifted slightly as an erection began to develop between his legs. As many times as he has seen his daughter’s body, it never failed to excite him.

Soon Emma had her new panties on. Looking down at the white lacey garment she smiled. Putting on the bra proved to be a much harder task. It fastened at the back and Emma had no experience of how the hooks actually worked.

Still smiling, Henry stepped forward and took over. “Here,” he said, “I’ve got some experience with unhooking those things so I should be able to do it in reverse.”

When the hooks were fastened Emma spun around so Henry could see. “My new undies are perfect Daddy. I love them.”

Then striking what she thought was a sultry pose she said, “See . . . I’m a big girl now.”

Henry scooped her up in a hug and said, “Yes you are sweetness. You certainly are.”

Just then a call of, “Anybody home,” in a familiar voice came from the front door.

Henry put Emma down and said, “Put the dress on and then let’s show Uncle Ross what I gave you.”

Ross Ladue wasn’t Emma’s real uncle. He was Henry’s next door neighbor and best friend and Emma liked him as well. He had often watched her for Henry when she was younger. Ross was a professional photographer. He had a spacious room he had built onto his house to use as a studio. Many times Emma had watched as he took photos that would be used in magazine and catalog advertisements. More recently more of his pictures were appearing in Internet ads.

What Emma didn’t know, but Henry did, was that he also supplied photos used in pornographic sites online. He even did risque pictures of a young girl who had her own Internet site with pictures of herself scantily clad in provocative poses. There was some more beyond that which Henry definitely wouldn’t mention to Emma. Ross called them his special photos and they were available only to three or four of Ross’ closest like minded friends. Henry would never mention that he was one of the few to have seen the popular non nude Internet model’s secret naked photos. Walking to the front of the house Henry greeted Ross and invited him into the living room.

“Have you given her the dress yet?” he asked.

“Give her a second and she’ll show you.” Henry replied. The two men then spent a few moments bewailing the defeat of the local baseball team the previous weekend but then Emma appeared. The blond five foot one girl walked in with her hands clasped demurely in front of her. She had a small winsome smile on her angelic face. Going to the center of the room she did a twirl letting the skirts of the dress billow out.

“Daddy it fits perfectly! You couldn’t have chosen better.” Then as Ross’s smile faded, “Don’t you like it Uncle Ross?”

Catching himself Ross said, “It’s not that. It’s just that you look almost too good. I always knew you were pretty but in that dress you’re just the most beautiful young lady. You take my breath away. You’ve got to let me take your picture in it.”

“I agree,” said Henry. “She looks great but my judgment is very prejudiced. “Can we come over now and do it in the studio?”

“No,” Ross said, “I’ve got a model coming in few minutes but if you can come over in an hour and a half or so I should be done. I want to take the time to do her justice so I want to spend some time setting things up.”

“Okay with me.” Henry said, “How about you kid?”

“You know I love posing for you . . . Uncle Ross,” Emma added. Little did either man realize Emma’s eyes were trained on their growing bulges inside their pants. When Ross had gone, Emma walked to the shelf of family photos and looked up at them. Pictures of Charlie at various ages mostly taken by Ross dominated. There was one photo of Emma standing stiffly and formally with an unsmiling Aunt Edda. Henry made it into a couple of pictures with Emma and one showed him with coworkers at the machine shop where he worked.

Emma wasn’t looking at these though. She stood before a picture at the end of her parents at their wedding and the only picture Ross had sold with Emma appearing in it. The photo showed a five year old Emma several years ago and her mother both wearing matching footy pajamas with Emma leaning against her mother’s leg as they both smiled at each other. The photo had been used in a catalog of the company that marketed the pajamas and apparently sales of the pajamas had been very good that year. Seeing where she was looking, Henry remained silent not wanting to interrupt his daughter’s reverie. But she did it herself whirling away . . . and starting to unbutton her new dress.

“Hey,” said Henry, “I thought you liked it.”

Emma replied, “I do and I want to keep it clean until Ross takes my picture.” Soon she was again clad only in underwear as she laid her dress carefully on the couch.

Going to her bag of presents, she pulled out a disk in a jewel case and said, “Let’s put this game in the computer. I want to spend some time killing Orcs.”

An hour later, Ross had made good progress on his work for the day. His model was a good looking teenage boy named Simon who was a good worker. He was surprisingly patient and mature for his age. They were doing clothing catalog pictures and Ross had hoped to get through several outfits that day. Actually on the last outfit for the day, Simon wore white brief underwear and a white T-shirt.

Ross had already taken half a dozen shots with slight lighting variations when Emma and Henry walked in. Seeing the good looking boy in underwear Emma became self-conscious. Even though she had just spent an hour sitting in front of the computer clad only in her own undergarments, her face started to grow red with embarrassment at seeing the boy so unexpectedly.

Henry had met Simon before and saw nothing wrong but Emma said, “Oh should we go away and wait for Uncle Ross to finish?”

Simon heard this from the very pretty girl who had walked in and he smiled, “Hey don’t worry. Thousands of people are going to see me dressed like this in the catalog and more than that if it makes it onto their website so it doesn’t bother me.”

Ross also turned and said, “Yes Emma, come on in. We’re almost done.” Turning back . . . he noticed Simon’s eyes were still on Emma and he obviously liked what he saw. Even though Emma now wore her new dress, Ross could see a visible bulge expanding in his briefs. Such a bulge would never be excepted so he resigned himself to finishing the underwear shots later.

“In fact let’s knock off Simon. I want to take some pictures of Emma in her new dress then I’ll drive you home.”

Stepping down from the slightly raised platform he had been on Simon said, “Can I watch? That way I can look at this pretty girl some more.” Ross smiled to himself realizing he was not the only one who found Emma stunning.

“Henry . . . Emma do you mind?” Ross asked.

“How about it Emma?” Henry said, “It’s up to you.”

Emma smiled at the boy but was still a little red faced as she said, “Sure. It’s okay.”

Lately Emma and her girlfriends had been noticing the boys at school. She had seen how they were looking at her a lot more. They were no longer just a mass of uninteresting maleness. She had found herself noticing that some were better looking than others. She and her friends had joked about which ones had started sprouting bulges in their pants when looking at girls. It was her friends that had pointed out this mostly happened when the boys were looking at prettier girls and that Emma seemed to be one of their favorites.