It was all my best friend Sharon’s fault—she talked me into coming with her to the modeling shoot in the first place. I didn’t want to go, I don’t model even though people tell me I could. My name is Honey and I’m about five eight with golden blond hair that brushes my hips and big green eyes. I have a trim little waist and curvy hips but my best asset is definitely my tits.
They started growing in grade school and it used to embarrass me the way all the boys would look at them until I realized that I sort of liked it—having their eyes on me, I mean. I started wearing tight tops and accidentally ‘forgetting’ to wear my bra, just to see their eyes pop when my nipples got hard. It always made me so wet to think I was affecting them, just by showing off my natural assets.
I think that’s the real reason I don’t model—it’s because I’m a closet exhibitionist and I’m always afraid I’ll go too far. Which is exactly what happened at the shoot.