When Julie first came in to the shop I thought she was 13 perhaps 14 years old, she is around 5 foot tall {I later found out that she is 4 foot 10 tall}, skinny with long frizzy blondeish hair. Her body is that of a young teenager about to bloom into full womanhood, her face still had the smoothness of a young girl.
She was looking at model soldiers, unusual for a young girl I thought. She asked me a few questions and we started chatting. She wanted some tips on painting, weathering and changing the poses of the figures. I gave her a few tips.
"You know so much. Can I ask if you would give me some model building and painting lessons please?" she asked me.
"I could do but I would need your parents permission." I told her.
"Don't let my looks fool you, I'm actually 18 years old, 19 in 3 months."
She started to rummage in her handbag and produced her driving licence and a copy of her birth certificate, I was astonished to say the least!
"I'm still receiving growth treatment."
She went into details of what that entailed. I soon realised that she was a very genuine person and very likable.
We agreed to meet at my place, one evening a week. The first lesson went well, Julie and my wife became friends and I found that after a few weeks I was feeling fatherly towards her.
Within weeks her visits became regular and more social, most evenings I would get home and Julie would be there chatting to my wife and she would often eat with us.
We would always end up in the spare room working on models and her painting was getter better than mine.
After 6 months we were working away and I asked her if she happy with the lessons so far.
"I am, the things you have taught me have improved what I do and I love coming here."
"That's great to hear!" I was genuinely pleased.
"I do have some figures at home that I don't want to bring over but I need your help with." she stopped what she was doing.
"Why not?"
I knew she liked unusual subjects. She had painted some large figures of 1940s nose art females, these were painted onto the nose of US bombers of World War 2.
"Well I don't want to bring them because Cathy {my wife} may be offended by them."
"OK, they sound unusual, do you want me to pop over and help you with them?" I asked.
"That would be great."
We finished up and Julie told my wife that she would be borrowing me the next evening.
At Julie's flat, she showed me the models she had. They were 1/6th scale figure kits that were of life like quality and very graphic.
One was of a couple making love doggy position, another of a woman holding her vagina lips open, another of a man holding his erect penis, one of a erect man with completely shaven genitals and one of a couple that was called pulling out.
"I have finished one and started another" she showed me the figures "what do you think?"
"Very good Julie."
She had got the figure painted beautifully, the females genitals looked so real.
"How on earth have you got her looking so realistic?" I asked her.
"I used a mirror." she looked embarrassed.
"She's based on you?" I was paying attention to the figures.
"Yes, do you think it looks good?"
"She's fantastic, absolutely beautiful" I looked at the male figure "you haven't finished him?"
"I know. I keep looking at photos of men bit's but they just don't seem right."
"You need to get yourself a boyfriend who will model for you." I joked.
"I wanted to ask if you would model for me please?"
The question caught me off guard, looking at Julie I could see she was still embarrassed.
"I'm asking you because I trust you."
"You trust me, you silly girl" I joked "If I do will you please keep it to yourself, I don't want Cathy finding out."
"Of course, I won't say a thing." her cheeks were less red.
"When would you like to start?"
"Could we start now?"
"OK." Strangely I began to feel a little embarrassed myself.
Julie cleared a space on her table, set out her paints and lay the model on the table, I found it a little amusing seeing the figures unpainted dick under her nose.
"Where would you like me to be and do you want just the bottom half nude?"
"Nude please, I want to get the skin tones right and could you stand next to me?"
I stripped and moved next to her, I was willing my penis to behave.
"Ahh! umm, problem, I don't know why but I imagined you as shaved."
"You imagined me shaved?"
Her face turned a nice bright red.
"Yes, sorry I couldn't help myself." she looked down at her hands.
"Don't be sorry, I'm extremely flattered. I did shave in the past but since Cathy went off sex I let it grow back"
"Why has she gone off sex?" she looked shocked.
"It was after she went through the menopause almost overnight she went off anything intimate, we even sleep apart" I thought for a few seconds "If I had a razor I'd shave now."
"I have some disposable ones, and shaving cream" again she looked at her hands "I like to keep myself smooth."
"If you look anything like that model then you're doing a good job, OK, do you have some scissors as well?"
I went off to the bathroom, trimmed myself and then shaved. I have to admit that I spent a minute or two looking at myself in the mirror.
After 10 minutes I walked into the room.
"How's that?"
"Oh wow it's beautiful!" Julie was staring at my cock "You look so much nicer shaven."
I stood next to her.
"Thank you young lady, you are most kind. Have I missed any?" I asked her as I felt all over the area.
She moved closer looking intently at me, even looking up under my balls.
"You've done a good job" she moved back "You just need to get" she paused "hard."
"That would help I suppose!"
I grabbed my already hardening cock and started stroking it, Julie had her gaze fixed on what I was doing. It only took a few seconds before I was fully erect.
"Is that OK?" I asked.
"Yes" she looked up. "I may have to touch you, is that OK?"
"That's OK, just the thought of anyone touching me will keep me hard."
She smiled at the remark and started painting blue lines on the figures testicles.
"Are you going to copy the details of me on to the model?" I asked.
"Yes, it will be easier." she was glancing up every few seconds.
"Is it difficult for you?" she asked.
"Not really, your doing the hard work."
"No silly, I meant with Cathy!"
