Young Models 3 - FINAL (pedo,g,M)

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YOUNG MODELS - 3

3A - SUE After her first incident with a fitter's hand in her pants,
Sue settled into the routine.  Occasionally she would still have one of
the fitters putting a hand in her pants or top but Sue now accepted this
as part of the job.

She also got to know the fitter who was the first to put a hand in
her pants.  His name was Fred.  She liked him the best out of all the
fitters. He would talk to her when he was fitting her and even ask her
opinion on the clothes she was trying on.  She found that most of the
time they would agree on their evaluations.

A few weeks after Sue had started her job, Fred approached her very
excited.  He had just gotten a job in the design department and wanted
Sue to be his model.  Although the company preferred the design models
to be at least eighteen years old, Fred had convinced the design manager
to interview her.  Sue's mother was required to be there and the manager
would first explain the job to her.  If she gave her permission, Sue
would be interviewed.

Sue had talked to her mother and the interview was set up.  When the
big day arrived, Sue was very nervous.  Her mother was in talking to the
manager and Sue was doing her usual job of trying on clothes for the
fitters.  The call for Sue to go to the manager's office finally came
and she quickly changed back into her own clothes and went for her
interview.

She stood outside the office and took a deep breath trying to calm
herself.  She knocked on the door and was greeted with, "Come in." She
entered and was asked to take a seat next to her mother.  The manager
went over the job description with both of them, then came the shock.

"You do understand that this job does entail some nudity on the part
of the models, right?" the manager asked Sue.

"Yes, sir," she answered.  She had already talked about that with her
mother and her mother had agreed to let Sue be the final judge on the
point.

Pointing to a rack in his office, the manager told Sue, "There's a
blue swim suit there.  Would you put it on for me?"

Sue went to the rack and picked up the swim suit.  It was a very
skimpy thong suit.  Normally Sue would never wear a suit like that but
she realized it was part of her new job to model anything her designer
was working on.  "Where should I change?" she questioned.

"Right here," grumbled the manager as he looked over some papers.

"He expects me just to strip in the middle of his office right in
front of him,,, and my mother?" Sue thought.  She hesitated for a
moment.  The manager was almost ignoring her as he looked at his papers.
She glanced at her mother, hoping for some sort of a hint as to what
she should do but saw nothing.

"Well?" grumbled the manager as he looked up from his papers.

Sue took a deep breath and with all the courage she could muster
asked, "Should I put it on with my panties on or without?"

"Without." was the manager's comment as he put down the papers and
watched her.

Sue wanted to run from the office but she knew her chances of getting
the job would be gone if she didn't comply.  Her mother still had not
made any comment or indications to her.  Sue made her decision, put the
suit on a chair, and started removing her clothes.  The manager made no
further comments but continued to watch her.  Glancing at her mother,
Sue saw what she perceived as a look of approval, which relaxed Sue
tremendously.  Once she was completely nude, she picked up the suit and
put it on.  The part that bothered Sue the most was not being nude in
front of the manager but realizing that the suit bottom was actually
smaller than her thatch of pussy hair.  Had she known about the swim
suit, she definitely would have trimmed herself but it was too late now.
She stood up trying to look as dignified as possible even though she
had hair sticking out of both leg holes and even a little above the
waistband.

"Come here," instructed the manager.  Sue nervously approached him.
He pulled and tugged some on the suit and in the process managed to
expose Sue's entire body again.  At one point, he pulled the suit top
completely down exposing her pert, teen tits and then pushed the bottom
almost to her knees and, with his hands, brushed her pussy hair to the
center and pulled the bottom back up.  The fitters had put their hands
into her pants but this was the first time someone had actually pulled
her pants down.  She had gasped and thought that she was going to
actually faint but somehow managed to get through it.  Seemingly
satisfied, the manager spoke again. "You may put you clothes back on now
and have a seat." Sue said nothing but proceeded to once more strip.
The manager again watched her.  During the whole ordeal, Sue knew that
she was constantly blushing.  She knew that she had failed the interview.

Once dressed and seated, the manager handed her a paper.  "This is a
voucher for a Brazilian wax.  The salon's name, address, and phone is
listed on the voucher.  The company pays for your first visit.  Most of
our models prefer to be completely waxed but you may keep a small patch
if you desire.  Of course, you may shave but it is not recommended.  You
will find waxing is much easier to maintain once the initial discomfort
is over.  I realize that I embarrassed you by having you change here and
doing what I did but I had to make sure that you could handle it.  Your
mother agreed that if you really wanted the position, you would comply
with the requests. Congratulations!  The position is yours.  You may
take the rest of the day off.  On Monday, you are to report to Fred in
the design department.  Any questions?"

Sue jumped from her seat.  "Oh, thank you!  I promise to be the best
model you ever had!"

After saying their good-bye's, Sue and her mother left the office.
Sue was so excited that she couldn't wait until she arrived home and had
stopped in the employee break room to call the salon on the phone there
to make an appointment for herself.

3B - JO Over the next few weeks, Jo met Bob at the park every day.
Most of the days he was involved in a football game.  A few times, she
played too but most of the time she just watched.  After the game that
the boys had felt her body instead of playing the game, it just wasn't
the same. Before that game, being touched didn't really bother her but
now the very thought of it made her angry.

Bob's game had drastically improved after Jo had given him the
pointers of centering.  Every once in a while he would still fumble the
ball but not as often as before.  Still, Jo thought she could help him
improve more. After a disappointing game where Bob's fumble had caused
his team to loose the game, she approached him.  "Come on." she said as
she led him to a deserted part of the park.  After she was sure they
were away from, everyone, she took the ball from him.  "You could use
some practice.  I'll help if you want."

Although he wasn't really in the mood he agreed.  "OK" he muttered.

She was about to get into position when a couple of children came
into view.  "Let's go in the woods so we can be alone.  I don't feel
like being watched." she said softly and then proceeded to head for the
wooded area. Bob did not answer her but walked with her.  Once Jo was
satisfied they would not be disturbed, she stopped and turned to face
Bob.  "This is a good place.  There's not much room but at least no one
will be watching us." The two stood looking at each other for a moment.
Jo broke the silence with, "Get ready.  I'll hike the ball to you."

Jo turned and crouched over the ball getting ready to center it to
Bob. He haphazardly got into position.  He really didn't want to play
but he did want to be with Jo and he thought she did want to play.
After a few snaps, Bob's interest began to intensify.  He still didn't
want to play football but his teen hormones had started to work on him.
He was enjoying putting his hands between Jo's legs and every once in
a while, he would let the back of his hand actually brush against that
"special area."

Jo, too, was starting to become aware of his hands between her legs.
He was almost doing the same things that the other boys had done
during that fateful game but instead of getting angry or frustrated, she
was getting excited.  Having Bob's hands between her legs felt good!
She had to fight not to gasp every time his hand brushed her.  She no
longer really wanted to play but she definitely didn't want his hands to
leave.

As they played, Bob's count got longer and his hand brushing became
more frequent.  He started to intentionally push up on her crotch as she
centered the ball, at first lightly and then with progressively more
pressure.  His hormones were now in overdrive.  He desperately wanted to
just forget about the ball and grab her crotch but he was afraid she
would get mad at him and leave.

With every hike of the ball, Jo was now trying to push Bob's hand
into her crotch.  Part of her wanted to just push her pants down and
feel Bob's hand on her bare pussy but she knew that she couldn't do
that.  She had to fight to keep her mind on hiking the ball.  The
pressure of his hand on her crotch was making her head swim.  Finally
the sensations became too much for her.  His hand was pushing right on
her pussy.  Her mind just went blank.  She felt his hand start to move
and she leaned on the football so she wouldn't fall forward.  His hand
went back and forth a few times and then she felt it turning.

Bob mumbled, "Hike." but Jo didn't move.  His hand was pushed up into
her crotch.  His hormones overpowered his inhibitions and he tentatively
started to move his hand back and forth.  Jo remained still.  By this
time, his self control was gone.  He forgot about the ball and turned
his hand over so that he was now cupping the girl's clothed pussy in his
palm.

Jo could feel her legs getting weak.  Bob's hand was now pushed hard
against her pussy.  She could feel a finger pushing directly against her
love button.  When the other boys had touched her, it had made her angry
but this time it excited her beyond belief.  Although her mind was
fogged, she tried to make sense of her feelings.  What was so different
now?  She knew that a boy's hand shouldn't be where Bob's was now so why
couldn't she stop him?  If what was happening was suppose to be bad, why
did it feel so good?  Was she loosing her mind?  She suddenly became
afraid of her own emotions and stood, turning to look at Bob.  "I gotta
get going..."

The two stood for a moment without saying anything.  Both were
frightened by their teenage emotions.  Bob was frozen in place.  He just
stood motionless.  After what seemed like hours, Jo smiled and
whispered, "Seeya tomorrow..." and ran off.


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