Modelling

Once we arrived, Christa introduced me to her bungalow. It wasn’t overly large – an appropriate size for two roommates. She locked the cast iron gate behind me and led me inside.

It was a quaint enough place. The door led directly to the living room, which had a modest but decent TV, a wooden coffee table, and a sizable leather sofa. Behind the living room I saw stairs leading to the upper level, and a hallway suggested the kitchen beyond.

“This is a cute little place!” I said approvingly.

She nodded. “Thank you! You can leave your bags with me, and I’ll take them upstairs to your room. You can stay here for now.”

“Of course,” I replied, and she did as she said.

When she returned, she said, “John, do you mind if we do the modelling now?”

“Might as well. How would you like me to pose?”

Her next answer sounded a bit timid, but that didn’t suppress its shock value. “John, I need you to remove your clothes. Please.”

There was silence.

“Christa, I’m sorry?”

“John, please take off your clothes for the modelling. This is... hubad na pagmomolde.”

“What does that mean in English, Christa?”

“It means, modelling without clothes.”

“Nude modelling?” I offered.

“Yes,” she said. “I know this is maybe strange to you, but I am lonely. I’ve never seen a white man naked before, and I was wondering if you would allow it.”

I was shocked, but I was also a red-blooded male. “Sure. But please don’t post these pictures anywhere, I wouldn’t want anyone seeing them.”

“Of course not, of course not. Now please, give me your clothes.”

I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off my socks, setting them on the leather couch beside us. Next I unzipped my pants and dropped them to my ankles. Putting the pants neatly on the pile, I handed them to her. I now stood in a grey pair of briefs, and I felt myself bulge a little at being so exposed.

However, despite my arousal, she wasn’t satisfied. “John, please take off your damit na panloob as well. Your...” she searched for the word. “Your underwear.”

I paused again, taking one last moment before standing completely naked in front of this woman. But I complied. I hooked the elastic of my grey briefs with my index finger and pulled them down to the floor. I looked up and saw her staring wide-eyed.

“Wow, John, you are so... big.” A huge smile appeared on her face, and I felt myself blush redder.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. Standing completely nude in front of her, I felt my genitals bulge. My balls tightened and my cock stiffened. I knelt down and picked up the briefs and gave them to her.

Christa then asked, "You aren't circumcised?"

"No," I responded. "Disappointed?"

She laughed softly. "Not at all!"

She nodded in acknowledgment and promptly gathered my clothes and took them upstairs.

Once she returned, Christa pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo of me, likely of my genitals. “Beautiful,” she cooed. “Now could you turn around?”

I did, baring my ass for her. She clicked her tongue in approval and snapped more pictures.

“Now,” I said, “How would you like me to pose?”