I moved to a new town and was trying out the local cafe. I sat down on a booth and looked at the menu. I had the menu in front of me when I heard the waitress say “Hi. I’m Betty. Are you ready to order?” “Yes. I’ll have the house soup as starters, the fish as the main course and a cup of.... coffee.” I could barely believe my eyes as I was about to put the menu back into its holder. Betty looked absolutely stunning and her breasts were out of this world.
I had no idea what a gal like her was doing as a waitress. With that kind of knockers, she could have been a trophy wife or an onlyfans content creator. On the other hand, as I spoke to her a bit when she brought me my coffee, she sounded smart. Not an empty-headed bimbo at all. “Would you like to have sugar or milk with that coffee?”, she said smiling. I thought about saying “If the milk comes from your personal dispensers” but managed to restrain myself. She wouldn’t have really appreciated that pun.
She was asking where I was headed and was surprised to hear that I had moved here. “Really? Most people just pass by. This brief discussion has been intellectually more stimulating than what I’ve had in years. I know this comes suddenly but would you like to accompany me to an art gallery tonight? There’s a new exhibit opening today and I have a plus one VIP pass. I just thought I’d never find anyone who I’d like to accompany me. Not until I met you.”
Spending time at galleries wasn’t my favourite way to pass the time but if it offered me a way to spend more time with Betty, I’d do it gladly. In the evening I got to her place as agreed. I rang the doorbell and the view got me breathless. If Betty had looked beautiful at the cafe, she had really outdone herself in that skintight dress of hers. She smiled at me “I see that you like it. Shall we?” I put my arm on her hip as we arrived to the gallery. Not too low or too high.
Betty hadn’t told me what the exhibit was about. It was actually a lot more stimulating than I had anticipated. All the works depicted women covering their bodies with creative ways. Someone was holding an acoustic guitar in their lap while another one was holding two big salmons in her hands and covering her private parts with them.
I understood why Betty didn’t want to have just anyone as her date at this kind of gallery. She was probably quite fed up with the sexist comments she had to hear from men. I had actually witnessed it at the cafe as well. The line was a compliment but still quite tasteless. I tried to fare better and relied on logic whenever Betty asked for my opinion about a photo.
She seemed to enjoy my company and was happy that she had made the right choice on her plus one. As we continued to explore the gallery, I saw the reason why Betty had received the VIP pass. One complete wall was filled with pictures of her. Seeing her wrapped in half transparent sheets covering her private parts was especially captivating. That expression on her face in the picture was extremely seductive.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you. These photos of you look incredible. Why do you work as a waitress when you could clearly be doing more modelling work?” I asked with admiration. Betty was actually blushing a bit. “You think so? The problem I’m having is that people are not taking me seriously due to my bust and that’s why I never went studying. I’m not even able to get modelling jobs that I’d want. Of course, there’d be plenty of money to be made with pictures like that on the internet but that’s not what I want to be mostly remembered about.”
I noticed she was bummed out and tried to offer her a solution “Don’t get this the wrong way but have you considered onlyfans? I know it has a reputation as a sexual content platform but you don’t have to show anything you don’t want to. There will be people asking you to do more but, in the end, you decide what you want to upload.” Betty gave me a slight smile “I’ll give it some thought. Thanks for the suggestion.”
I dropped her home. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “you were a great date today. I’ll give you a call in a few days.” Betty invited me over to her house a week later. “I gave your idea some thought and I decided that I’ll give it a try. With one condition. You’ll be the photographer.” I was surprised at her suggestion “you do know I’m not a professional at this?”
She put her arms on my shoulders “at the gallery you showed me that you’re able to objectively look at the pictures and analyse them. The second thing is that you make me feel comfortable and relaxed. That’s exactly what I need when I’m in front of a camera. This was your idea in the first place. Now don’t leave me hanging, okay?”
I accepted her condition and in return Betty gave me a private modelling show. She had built a small studio area at one of the rooms in her house. I did my best taking the pictures and at least some of them were very successful. Betty’s onlyfans soon became popular enough that she was able to quit her job as a waitress. She didn’t have to compromise on her principles to make that happen.
She was now doing modelling on her own terms. I offered ideas for other photoshoots and she was usually very excited to try them out. Due to the photoshoots, we started spending a lot of time together. I really got to know her as the weeks went by. She was slow to warm up but eventually she started giving signs that she wanted me to be more than just her photographer.
We had wrapped up the photoshoot of the day we had agreed upon but Betty said that she wanted to do one more. I waited for her to get changed and was stunned as I saw her. She had wrapped herself in the same half transparent sheets that I had seen in her gallery photo. “Now this is a private photoshoot. For your eyes only”, Betty pressed. I nodded in agreement. As I continued to take the pictures her poses got ever dirtier and sexually suggestive. She was gazing at me like never before. I called her over to look at pictures but she had something else in her mind.
She wrapped one of the sheets around my waist and pulled me closer. She looked at me anxiously. Her breathing was elevated. She dropped all the sheets to the floor. I could see her naked body in all its glory. She pressed herself gently against me. “You’ve helped me so much, showed me a possibility to achieve my dream on my terms and you’ve shown me that you’re not just after my body. You value the fact that I’m not just an empty-headed bimbo.”
She caressed my chin with her hand “but I know that you’ve been wanting this body since the day we first saw at that cafe. It took me a long time to be able to create a bond of trust with you due to my previous encounters with men. But you were patient.” She moved her lips close to mine “You don’t have to be patient any longer. I’m all yours.”
That night was the most passionate one I had ever experienced. Betty must have had a long dry spell as she was near animalistic in bed. After that session she enjoyed having dirty photoshoots that acted as a form of foreplay for us. They were like long teases which made both of us aroused. She didn’t want anyone else to actually see the pictures I took during them.
She could have made a lot more money with them but she wanted to keep her content ‘cleaner’. I guess she was turned on by the fact that her ‘number one fan’ was the only one who had access to those pictures. It was also a way for her to show that she completely trusted me. It would have been so easy to upload those pictures to some other site. However, I would never do that to Betty. She was the love of my life and breaking her trust would have broken me too.