MeganQt

The Voice

One day, while sorting mail at the Post Office for my route, an unfamiliar female voice rocked my world! The adorable "Daddy, can I get some money" voice and inflections were mesmerizing. She was speaking to John, a friendly carrier whose sorting case was caddy corner to mine. I would have given my penis to hear this girl with that voice whisper dirty thoughts into my ear — just once! I hadn't even sneaked a peek at her yet! A frantic desire to see her face whacked the shit out of me!

The Curls and the Curves

Peeking through a crack in my mail sorting case, I could see curly shoulder length light brown hair with highlights, and a breathe-taking ass in a pair of had-to-be jumped into skintight pair of Baby Phat jeans. This girl must be John's daughter; I thought.

Her voice was killing me, her hair was so cute, curly, and bouncy, and her ass was so round — and phat! But I could not see her face. I must put a face to that ass!

The Face

So I made my way out of my mail sorting case to "get more rubber bands" and a vantage point to see if the face matched everything else. I saw it! Instantly my heart was beating like a racehorse that had just run ten-thousand miles in three seconds. The Post office's loud and busy ambiance disappeared — silence. As if I were in a war movie and a bomb just went off. Everything was slow-motion, and all I could hear was my heart pounding. Yes, friends! She was that hot!

The Floppies

At this point in my life, I was twenty-eight, it was 2002, and I had recently gotten my first computer. The stacks of floppies on my desk are funny, embarrassing, and disturbing to recall! Do you recollect the late nights of online searching and downloading porn to floppy disks on a 56 KB/s dial-up Internet connection? "Whoop, I can put three more megabytes on this disk!" LMAO!

The Savior

Endlessly surfing porn, night after night, was my life. Pussy, tits, and ass, pussy, tits, and ass, and here — some more pussy close up.

Thank the gods for my savior — non-nude. The idea of leaving something to the imagination was incredible! My searches morphed into things like pigtails and ruffle socks, teens wearing lingerie, girls wearing thigh-high socks, non-nude schoolgirls etc.

The Catalyst

My addiction to porn/non-nude was terrible. The late nights, the floppies, and the twice-daily beat-the-meat sessions. Thousands of thumbnail clicks and countless hours of download time. Only to realize the photographer poorly framed his photo and chopped off part of the model's legs or high heels. I know we all have our quirks regarding what we like, but for me, it's the full body in the frame, hair, legs, ass, socks, and shoes!

My Dad always told me, "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself."

I took my Dad's persistent advice from my childhood. I was on a mission to start a non-nude website of my own. My model, my outfits, my poses, and my photography.

The Idea

John's daughter would be the model for my website. But how? And what about my wife, my full-time Postal Service job, my minimal photography experience, my non-existent webmaster experience, and the fact that I had no money and lived paycheck to paycheck?

My Dad also told me, "Where there is a will, there is a way."

The Way

At work, I overheard some carriers talking about senior pictures coming up and complaining about the cost. That night, I devised a plan to open this closed door in front of me. I printed flyers advertising senior pics for just one hundred and fifty bucks.

I didn't give a flying shit who accepted the offer except for John. I did get another carrier to take my deal, and his daughter was beautiful too, but that's a different story. Anyway, John did accept, and we set it all up to shoot at the Kankakee State Park. Now I knew her name, Megan!

The Wet Panties

The senior picture shoot was thrilling! John, Megan, and I met at the state park on a Saturday afternoon. Everything was pretty standard. She did a few outfit changes and all of the typical poses.

Toward the end of the shoot, we were close to the Kanakakee River, and Megan had changed into a pair of white jeans. All I could think of was getting her into the water and getting her panties wet. Maybe even see a VPL (visible panty line). I must be persuasive because she got into the water, and Megan's panties became moist, wet, soaked, and fucking drenched! Just writing about this gets the blood flowing! Ah, yes! My crowning achievement — getting Megan's panties wet. Ha Ha!

The Hook

I needed a non-nude model for my website idea. I was obsessed with Megan and wanted to catch her. One day at work, I asked John if he thought Megan would model for a non-nude website. My hook was that she could make two to four hundred dollars a week. The conversation was slightly awkward, but John was open-minded and didn't seem to think I was a weirdo. He told me he would ask her.

A few days passed, and nothing. So I asked him once more. He said, "Alright, alright! I will ask her again." A few more days passed, and still nothing.

Hook In Mouth

I was going to take this non-nude website venture with or without Megan. But she was perfect. I had to catch this fish! I sent a few of Megan's senior pictures to Atomic Frog, who ran TeenPlanet.org, and asked him if he could help me with some cash to get her to leap. I remember his positive response and how excited he was. He was so excited that he wanted to get off the chat and talk via phone. We exchanged phone numbers and talked about the non-nude genre, websites, and Megan for hours. It was abundantly clear that he wanted to see her in a bikini sooner than later. He offered me five hundred dollars and wired it the very next day.

Armed with a new, shiny treble hook of five hundred in cash, I persisted again. I went to John's mail sorting case and slammed five bills down. I said, "Tell Megan there's a five hundred dollar bonus to complete the first shoot. You guys let me know ASAP!"

John quickly leaned into my case the following morning while sorting mail and said, "Hey, phil! She will do it!" As soon as he appeared, he disappeared. And to that, I turned back to my mail slots with a grin, flicked a letter into its slot, and mouthed the title of the Megadeth song — Hook In Mouth!

Growing up, my Dad also always told me, "Persistency Pays!"