"Just stand naturally," said Sarah.

I tried my best. She took a few nude body shots of me, my arms down by my side. Then she got very close, taking close ups of body parts. My feet. Calves. Then Thighs. She got to my groin area and focused on my penis. I couldn't believe it was happening. She was zooming in and scrutinizing me so closely. And I was letting her. It felt very liberating.

"No, I don't want your hands in these shots. Can you put them up? Lock them behind your head like this."

She demonstrated what she wanted and I complied. Now my hands were totally out of the way, no way to cover up with them in that position. I wondered what it would be like to have my hands tied by a girl like Sarah. I thought I might like that.

Sarah moved behind me and took pictures of the back of my legs all the way up to my ass and waist. She brushed some lint off one of my buttocks then resumed photographing. I heard a key slide into the front door.

Oh great. Now what?

Christine entered. She was a bit younger than Sarah and it was her first year at college. She had on a nice tight skirt that accentuated her curvy, petit figure. Her eyes lit up when she saw me naked. I instinctively put my hands down to cover my little penis. She smiled at that.

"Dave, do you mind keeping your hands up behind your head? I can't really get what I'm after with your hands down there."

I reluctantly put my hands back behind my head. Christine studied my body further, fascinated with my penis.

"How was lunch?" asked Sarah. "I thought you'd be gone longer."

"It was nice. They weren't very crowded. My mom's parking her car. She'll be in in a moment."

Her mom?!

"Hope you weren't going to use the living room for anything. We may be here for a while," said Sarah.

Christine sat down in a chair in front of me and looked me directly in the eyes.

"No, I don't mind."