The elevator door opens just as Lesley has got about half the buttons on my sweater undone, exposing my red bra that makes my tits bulge over the top. They can see the half-brown moon of my nipples trying to escape. I grab my sweater and pull it closed while Lesley straightens her skirt.
We exit the elevator and head down a long hallway to his room. The room is a corner executive suite, so the room is large. We take a seat on the couch while Reed gets his guitar from its case. He starts to explain to us what kind it is and what he can play on it.
We ask him to play something for us. So he begins strumming on his guitar. Suddenly, we jump up and start dancing. Lesley finishes unbuttoning my sweater exposing my red bra again. My nipples are poking over the top this time from the bouncing and grinding of our dance moves.
I do the same to Lesley. Lesley has a black lacy see through bra on. Reed can see her pink nipples hardening in the cool air through her bra. I pull down Lesley’s skirt, exposing a matching lace thong bikini bottom. Lesley unbuttons and unzips my jeans, while I wiggle my hips helping her pull them down. Now we are standing before Reed in nothing but our bra and panties. We begin kissing each other and rubbing each other’s breasts.
Reed continues to strum his guitar as we move over next to the bed. We finish undressing until we are both naked. Then we both look over at Reed and decide he has too many clothes on. We both attack him, so he puts his guitar down as we start to strip him naked.
Since Lesley is the taller one, she works on unbuttoning his dress shirt. While I unbutton and unzip his pants. Stopping at the briefs. Reed kicks off his shoes and slips off his pants. I take my time with the briefs. I grab the waistband around the hips and slowly pull them down as I am facing his semi-erect cock.
I am getting turned on already. I can feel the heat coming from his semi erect cock bobbing in front of my face as the briefs fall to the floor. I want so bad to just get his cock in my mouth. But I hesitate. We need to play first.
I take the pillowcases off the pillows while Lesley leads him over to a chair. We take the pillowcases and tie his arms behind his back. Lesley sits on his lap and grinds her crotch into his lap, rubbing her moist soft pussy across his hardening cock. It begins to swell and almost enters her as she rubs her wet pussy lips across the outside of it. I stand before both of them and reach out and start playing with Lesley’s nipples, kissing Lesley’s mouth and driving my tongue in and out. I have an idea.
I have Lesley sit on Reed’s lap while I kneel down in front of both of them. I want to know what the two of them would taste like at the same time. So Lesley straddles Reeds legs exposing her pussy. I start by licking Lesley’s clit with my tongue, pointing the tip of my tongue and flicking it across her knob, parting her swollen lobes and trying to drive my tongue deep inside her slit. After I have her all warmed up and her lips are a deep bright pink, I take my right hand and grab Reed’s cock and begin licking the head like it is a ice cream cone, moving my tongue back and forth between her clit and his cock. I love tasting Lesley’s pussy juices and the clear pre-cum that is starting to form out of the opening of Reed’s smooth hooded cock.
Then I take Reed’s cock and push it into Lesley’s pussy and continue to lick Lesley’s clit while his cock is in her pussy. I begin to lick the juices coming out of Lesley’s pussy as she bounces up and down on it. Lesley makes moaning noises that are beginning to get louder as my skillful tongue makes Lesley cum as I lick up the juices forming around the base of Reed’s shaft, while messaging his tightening balls with my fingers.
After Lesley has her first orgasm, I stand up and kiss her so she can taste her pussy juices off my tongue. Then I kiss Reed for the first time. I want him to know what Lesley tastes like too. Lesley then hops off. We decide it is Reeds turn to have fun, so we untie his hands and move onto the bed.
We push Reed onto the bed. He is now lying flat on his back. Lesley runs her hands through his hair and looks into those blue eyes. She leans over him and begins kissing him while he reaches over and grabs at her nipples, pulling and tugging at them. I am on the opposite side so he reaches out with his opposite hand and grabs at my large round chocolate colored nipples. It makes me squirm as my pussy twitches, being turned on by his skillful fingers.
Lesley lifts her chest over his face so he can suck and nibble on her tender pink nipples. Running his hand down to her pussy, Reed runs his fingers across her clit before plunging his fingers into her wet and swollen pussy. I slap Lesley on the ass leaving a red handprint on the left cheek. I move my way down his chest. He can play with Lesley while I play with my favorite toy.
I am craving cock and I can’t hold back any longer. I position myself on my knees between his legs. Grabbing his cock in my right hand I begin to pump it up and down a little just until it start to get firm again, which doesn’t take but a few seconds. Then I begin by circling my tongue around the ridge of the head. Licking slowly just getting the tip wet.
Then I open my mouth wide enough to make the plunge down his shaft, sucking down about half way before returning to the top. I keep going back and forth, deeper and deeper each time until I have him all the way into my mouth, all the way down to the base. The tip of his cock is half way down my throat just past the soft spot. I pull his cock out only long enough to say “Mmm. You taste so good. I just love to suck cock.”
With my left hand I am stroking his balls, moving my fingers to the underside and playing with his perineum. I’m not sure how he feels about anal so I just massage the outside gently. I can feel his cock hardening as I pump his cock in my hand and wrap my lips around the shaft again, flattening my tongue along the underside of his cock. Sucking harder and harder, I taste his pre-cum. Running my tongue along the sides of his shaft now, I feel the veins with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh. Your cock is turning me on so much Reed. My pussy needs to get fucked so bad.” So I stop sucking his cock and mount him, grabbing his cock and guiding it into my soft wet, hungry pussy. I tighten my cunt around him and begin riding him, bouncing up and down.
Lesley changes her position from having her chest in Reed’s face to being on top of him. So facing me, she straddles Reed’s chest and sticks her ass right in Reed’s face. Reed grabs a couple pillows and sticks them under his head and grabs Lesley’s ass cheeks as he buries his face into her warm, wet pussy. He drives his tongue deep inside her cavern, licking upward and circling the rim of her puckered ass. Then he sucks her swollen rosy colored swollen lobes.
Lesley is really moaning now and I decide I need a taste of Lesley’s tits that are right in front of me. So I reach out and grab a handful and squeeze her hardening soft pink nipples and bite them gently on the tips. I suck and lick each one as the electric waves pass through our bodies down into our groins.
Lesley feels like she is going to cum again. Her pussy lips begin to swell even more. Opening to Reed’s talented tongue, she begins thrusting her ass further into his face. Her cunt starts pulsating as she begins to cum tiny squirts of her juices into his mouth. He grabs her ass harder and squeezes it.
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I begin to have my own orgasm as my pussy lips tighten around his cock and I start moaning loudly and shouting.
“Oh yes! Fuck me! I am cumming!”
Reed starts to give off his own grunts and since I love to swallow cum, I quickly hop off and start going back down on him with a fury. Pumping and sucking his cock as fast as I can, I can feel the pulsating of Reed’s cock as it twitches. As the pulsing goes up his shaft and his balls tighten, I can feel his warm salty cum spray into my throat as I take large gulps trying to swallow every last drop.
Once he stops squirting, I pull him out long enough to say, “Oh God you taste so good.”
I continue to suck on his cock until he tells me to stop. It is way too intense for him. Lesley is now pouting because she didn’t get any, so I lean over and kiss her so she can taste his cum in my mouth.
“Mmm. Now I know I want my turn!” Lesley sticks out her bottom lip.
Reed says something about giving him a few minutes to recover and she can have her turn. Lesley and I get off Reed and decide to put on a show to get him warmed up again.
We go over and sit down on the couch, leaving Reed propped up on the bed to watch. I start rubbing Lesley’s leg, moving my hand up higher and higher until it is between her legs. Lesley slowly parts her legs for me as I move toward her inner thighs lightly brushing my fingertips across her swollen lobes up towards her tiny bud.
“Mmm,” Lesley starts to moan as she turns towards me with her legs parted further apart so I can get my fingers in deeper. Stroking her swollen folds between my index finger and middle fingers and squeezing them together, I move my fingers up and down in a scissors motion. Then I move my fingers across her bud again before I plunge deep inside her cavern, pulling my fingers out and wiggling them across her clit. She is getting all wet and exciting for me all over again.
Before I return my hand back to her tits, Lesley grabs the back of my hair and presses her lips to mine. Our soft skin and soft lips press against each other. We brush our tongues against each other and caress each other’s tits. Her hands tug on my hardening nipples.
Lesley begins pulling away from me and slides herself down on the floor. I am still sitting up on the couch. Lesley kneels up a little and starts kissing me again, my tongue going in and out of her mouth. Lesley goes around to my neck and starts kissing her way down to each breast, nibbling each tender soft pink nipple. She moves down, kissing my soft belly and uses her hands to slowly pry my legs apart.
She puts her hands under my ass and pulls it to the edge of the couch. Her hands are still gripping my ass, lifting it up to her mouth. She starts at the opening of my honey pot, her tongue flattening against it as she moves her tongue upward toward my clit. She moves it up and down flicking it quickly as she feels it start to swell and the juices begin to flow. She licks upward, sucking on the sides of my lobes.
My lobes and clit swell inside her mouth as they darken from a shade of red to a deep mauve. I am starting to moan a little and my legs start to move until I have them over her shoulders. Then she takes her hands off my ass and moves them to my tits again. She grabs them and starts squeezing my nipples. I am stroking her soft flaming red hair. She is really enjoying herself, tasting my sweet juices.
Lesley can feel Reed coming up behind her. He tried to just watch, but can no longer contain the erection forming again! She can feel his hands run along the sides of her hips to feel her round ass. His palms grip her ass cheeks and slowly pull them apart, pressing his thumbs against her anus and probing at her slit. Slowly opening her puckered anus, she feels one of his long fingers entering her, trying to open it more. She tenses slightly as it slides in. Then she feels wetness, something warm and soft there. It feels like his tongue. It feels so good, she doesn’t want him to stop, being fucked by a finger and licked at the same time.
He wiggles his finger pulling her open while he pulls her ass cheeks further apart. He works his finger in and out until he can feel her body relax and open up. Then he sticks a second finger in there and stretches her open even wider. Then he pulls out his fingers and pulls her ass apart again.
This time she feels something a lot bigger! He stretches her ass apart until she can feel the head of his cock trying to get in. It feels so big she doesn’t know if she can handle it. But he goes nice and slow until it is all the way in. She can still feel the slight burning sensation. Then he stops a second, waiting for her anus muscles to relax a bit more.
Once she is relaxed, he starts moving it in and out slowly. Then he starts going a little faster each time. She starts to moan and gets a little distracted from me. So I slide off the couch until I am sitting on the floor in front of them. I start to kiss her in between her moans and cries. But she is just too out of breath, so I stop and just start to play with her tits. At first with my hands, but then I move underneath her until I can suck on her breasts.
He is still going strong in her ass, his cock driving deeper into her ass until she thought it was going to be coming out her throat. She could feel it swelling bigger with every thrust until she could feel it start to twitch. But before he starts to cum, he pulls out. She turns to see why he stopped as he sprays his cum all over her face. It drips on me too because I am underneath Lesley. He manages to spray his cum all over both of us!
Lesley leans over me and kisses my lips, tasting the cum drops that got on my face and in my hair. I can taste the cum that got on her face too. We both sit up and start kissing and rubbing our bodies up against Reed. He can feel his own cum being smeared all over his body from where he shot it all over us.
I look at Reed and tell him we need to get cleaned up before we leave. So Lesley and I gather our clothes and head for the bathroom and take a quick shower and get dressed. By the time we get out Reed is in bed passed out cold!
I look at Lesley and say “Looks like we wore him out.” Lesley leaves him a note with her phone number. She hopes to hear from him again. We walk from the hotel back to the library and get in our car and head for home thinking of our new naughty lover.
The End
My Naughtiest Night
This is a story I have shared with a number of people in XXX Chat and they all seemed to enjoy hearing about what I did, so I thought I’d write it down for a bigger audience! I wasn’t sure which category to put it in but as I feel it started with a clear element of exhibitionism (and that is my favourite category!), that’s what I chose.
I was introduced to XXX by an ex boyfriend of mine, who would find stories that he thought I would like.
He also introduced me to chat rooms and we had quite a fun time talking rude to other singles and couples.
We met while I was still at college and he was doing his first job, having graduated the year before.
From the first day that we met, I knew that Richard’s career would take him overseas – because he told me so. Richard was a very focused person, who had his plan very well mapped out from the start. We were together for a little over six months and much as I might have thought of it, there was no fairytale ending, where he told me he just couldn’t leave. At the end of that time, he packed his bags and got on the plane, leaving me upset but very much enlightened.
Maybe it was the short-term nature of our relationship that helped our sex life to progress the way it did. Whatever the reason, I found myself willing to experiment with him in a way that I never had before and I was very open to whatever wild ideas he came up with.
During our time together, I tried a whole host of new experiences for me, including being tied and teased, spanked and photographed.
But more than that, I became confident in myself. I learned to appreciate my own body and the effect I could have on men. This was something that culminated with me tying him to the bed, whilst I brought myself to a very noisy orgasm right in front of his face with a vibrator he had bought for me!
Richard would often talk about how he would like to see me with another man. He would ask me lots of questions about the few guys I had slept with before and get very aroused at the thought of them screwing me.
To be honest, sex for me up until then hadn’t been that great but he really seemed to love the idea of me “behaving badly” as he put it. He would often talk about me going with other men or more than one man at a time. Sometimes he would even give very descriptive accounts of exactly what friends of ours might want to do to me and although I found the idea a little scary I have to admit it really turned me on to.
It may surprise you to learn that these fantasies never happened for real in the time we were together. But some time after we split up, I did something that I’m sure would have had Richard cumming in his pants!
The year we both finished college, my best friend, Sue and I went on a holiday to Marmaris in Turkey. We were both a bit stuck for cash and just got ourselves the cheapest last minute deal we could. We didn’t have great expectations. All we wanted was two weeks of serious relaxation in the sun to put those exams behind us and get ready for the big world of work.
On about the third day, we were laying on the beach in what was becoming our usual spot.
We were both topless, Sue having taken her top off almost immediately on the first day.
I wasn’t far behind her but never having gone topless before, it took me a little while to pick up the courage. Sue was very cool about the whole thing, as she is about sex in general. Of the two of us, Sue is much more likely to have casual sex with a guy, regarding it very much as just something you do for a bit of fun. But for me sex is a much naughtier thing. I often get the feeling that I’m doing something extremely bad. That feeling has often stopped me going “too far” but when I’m in the mood, it’s that same feeling that I really enjoy. Quite simply, I suppose I really like the thought of being a ‘dirty girl’
So whilst Sue seemed very calm about being topless, I was getting an enormous tingle of excitement right through my body. Not randyness exactly but a really thrilled feeling and one thing was for sure, despite my nerves, the thought of all the men seeing me was a huge thrill too.
I was lounging back with my eyes closed when suddenly I heard Sue squeal.
I opened my eyes to see that one of the guys playing football a little further down the beach had lost control of the ball and it had bounced right onto Sue’s sun lounger, giving her a real shock.
“Sorry, sorry!” shouted one of the blokes as he ran towards us to retrieve the ball. My first instinct was to turn onto my front to hide my boobs but I knew that I really wanted this bloke to see and so I mustered all my courage to stay where I was and give him a real eyeful of my bare chest.
I don’t have very big boobs (34B in fact) but if I say so myself, they are quite nice. They are a pretty good shape and firm and being small means I can go bra-less without any discomfort. As I’m fairly slim (size 10) I don’t think they look too out of place on me and quite a few blokes have expressed a real liking for them which is fine with me as I have very sensitive nipples and love to have them licked and sucked.
Sue on the other hand has got a pair of good sized D cups and loves to show them off in low cut tops (when she’s not showing them off totally on the beach that is!)
The bloke who had kicked the ball was still apologizing to Sue as he took the chance to get a good look at her big tits. I was trying to see if he was looking at me too but it was hard to tell behind his sunglasses.
Sue said something about being careful that he didn’t give English men a reputation for not being able to control their balls and on hearing her English accent, the bloke (Danny as we later discovered) took the opportunity to take the conversation further (and to get a better look at some bare boobs no doubt.)
After a few moments, Danny’s two mates clearly saw their chance to get an eyeful too and wandered over to join the conversation.
We all got on brilliantly. There was clearly chemistry between Sue and Danny straight away and he gave her most of his attention but the other two (Rob and Andy) made sure that I was fully entertained. Rob in particular was very funny and he also made a few cheeky comments that made it very clear that although we weren’t being openly ogled, our semi nakedness had certainly been noticed and was appreciated.
I was becoming more comfortable with the situation too but that thrilled feeling never went as I just couldn’t stop thinking of all those eyes staring at me virtually nude whilst I tried to carry on a normal conversation. I could see that my nipples were visibly firmed up if not exactly hard and there was that gentle, electric feeling running from my exposed breast right down through my belly - and lower.
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As the afternoon wore on, I caught all the lads sneaking a look at my tits and was pleased to note that Rob in particular was not only getting less shy about looking but that he seemed to be giving more and more of his attention to me
The lads were on the last day of their holiday and were flying out the next afternoon. As a result, they announced that they were “up for a big one” tonight and wanted to know if we’d like to meet up later.
Sue wasted no time in agreeing for us both, announcing with a smirk that she was always “up for a big one.”
We all traveled back into town on a Dolmus – a sort of shared taxi bus. Dolmuses can get very full and I was secretly pleased to find myself squashed tightly against Rob for most of the trip.
After we left the lads, Sue would not shut up about Danny and announced on the way home that if she only had one night, then she was definitely going to have him. I thought Danny was a good-looking guy but not that amazing, but like I said, there was definitely a chemistry between him and Sue. We agreed that if it was going to happen, they should go to our apartment. It just seemed safer for Sue to be there and as we both had separate rooms there wouldn’t be a problem with privacy.
Anyway, after 3 years of sharing a house with Sue at college, I’d heard her being screwed next door on many occasions. I didn’t really get embarrassed by it any more and I have to admit that if Sue was being particularly vocal I found it a little exciting, wondering just what the guy was doing to spur my friend on to new heights of passion. (Usually I would get a confirmed and very detailed account from Sue the next day as well!)
We had a great night with the boys in the bars and clubs around town. They were such a good laugh and all pretty good dancers too which is something I always like in a man.
Rob and I were getting on very well but Andy who’d been a bit quiet up until now was really coming out of his shell and proving himself to be a nice lad too.
I was surprised that it actually took as long as it did but after an evening of dancing together more and more suggestively, Sue announced that she and Danny were heading back to our apartment.
I was having a great time with the guys. There were a lot of hugs and kisses on the cheek and although I’d danced something approaching close with both of them I would say the atmosphere was more flirtatious than openly sexual.
I can’t quite remember how it came about but at some point I also ended up going back to the lads apartment with Rob and Andy. Something to do with picking up some cigarettes and free tickets to a club I think but of course when I look back now, it might have just been an excuse to get us all back somewhere more private.
Once we got back to the apartment, a few more beers were opened, everyone took the chance to use the bathroom and being the nosey type, I took the chance to have a good look around. Before long we all found ourselves sitting in the lounge area chatting and having a really good laugh, with all thoughts of going back to the clubs and bars on hold for at least a while.
At some point a bottle of dodgy Turkish vodka appeared (truly awful!) and this became the forfeit in a number of silly games and challenges. There we were doing impressions, juggling, flipping coins and all sorts of daft games and generally getting sillier and sillier.
So when a game of strip poker was suggested, you might be surprised to hear that I said no.
I have never played poker in my life and drunk as I was, I knew now wasn’t the time to try and learn. What I did instead was suggest that we play pontoon (or 21) because as I loudly announced, “I’m really good at that and you boys are going to be butt naked before you know it!”
There was a lot of disbelief from the boys, with them challenging me that I didn’t really mean it (and to be honest, I’m not sure I did) but their goading and the booze had quite an effect and I became more insistent that I was serious – as well as somehow managing to convince myself that I was unbeatable.
“OK” said Rob, shuffling the cards, “No dropping out. If we’re going to play, we’re going all the way.”
“I don’t know what you mean by ‘all the way’” I replied, “But if you mean naked, then you’re damn right. We’re not stopping until both of you are starkers!”
Me and my big mouth!
“Right!” said Rob with a grin. “Here are the rules. We all start with the same amount of clothes. Worst loser of each hand takes something off. Pairs of things count as one, jewelry doesn’t count. We play until there are two people naked.”
“Hang on” said Andy. “Why until there’s two naked? If Amy loses first, I’m not bothered in carrying on to see your tackle!”
“Because Andy, you’re crap at cards, so it’s very likely you’ll be first out. And as Amy thinks she’ll get both of us naked, it’s only fair to give her a chance.”
“Well the first one out has to continue playing,” I said. “If they lose again they’ll have to do a forfeit. They can serve drinks to the other two.”
Oh yes. Me and my big mouth!
Both the lads were wearing jeans, shirts, shoes and socks. I was wearing strappy sandals with a bit of a heel, a shortish summer skirt and a halter necked crop top that showed a little flash of my stomach when I moved.
“I’m not wearing a bra but as I assume you guys both have pants on under your trousers, I need a spare turn.”
“I’m disappointed to find out you are wearing knickers” smirked Rob, “still, given time… OK you get a free go and actually why don’t we say you can leave your shoes on too? Cos I think I’ll like the look of you in them and nothing else! So that’s two free goes.”
The game started and Rob lost the first two hands, taking off his shoes and socks, which got him quite a lot of teasing from ‘crap at cards’ Andy.
I used up the first of my free hands and Andy lost his shoes, followed by Rob’s shirt.
Rob had a nice body, slim and toned with broad shoulders and strong arms but not overly muscular. The sort of body a bloke gets from leading an active life and playing plenty of sport but not working out excessively.
I’d enjoyed the sight of both of them earlier on the beach and knowing Andy had just as nice a bod, I was looking forward to his shirt going too.
My second free hand went and then Andy’s socks. Both Rob and myself were now at the stage where we were going to have to start revealing more if we lost again.
I lost the next hand and removed my skirt to a lot of whistling and cheering but sitting down again I really wasn’t showing much at all, in fact much less than I had at the beach.
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But then things just got steadily worse for me as I lost the next hand too.
This meant I had to remove my top and although the boys had already had a very good look at my boobs I knew that if I went ahead, we were definitely crossing a line and it was very likely I could end up totally nude.
Well I did go ahead because that rush was back with a vengeance and whenever I thought of not only having to strip off my thong but also serve drinks in the all together to these blokes I hardly knew, that rush just got more intense.
I remember pulling my top over my head very quickly and just throwing it to the floor. The urge to cover my boobs was massive just like the first time I took my top off on the beach but I fought to keep my hands down and tried to sit up straight.
“There you go” I said, “Next hand.”
I kept telling myself it was nothing as the boys had seen all this before but there was something about being away from the context of the beach that made all this much more exciting. If I’m truthful too, I have to admit that it was getting to a submissive part of me. The fact that I was being “forced” to strip through events that were out of my control seemed to add to the excitement I was now feeling.
I can’t imagine any other circumstance where I could have been talked out of my clothes for two virtual strangers no matter how drunk I was but playing a game seemed to justify it and although I knew I would certainly try to win the next hand, I can’t deny it felt almost inevitable that I would be showing everything in just a few more moments and I can’t deny that the thought turned me on and that I wanted it to happen!
As the cards were dealt, Rob teased me about how he was looking forward to “seeing your little red bush.”
“Or are you shaved?” He asked me. “Just a silky smooth little slot?”
It was really dirty talk that he used and yes you probably have guessed that I enjoyed it.
It took only seconds for me to lose again in what was becoming a pretty relentless trouncing. It has occurred to me since that there may have been some cheating going on because I just kept getting terrible cards every time and the boys were so much luckier than me. But at the time I just assumed it was my bad luck and paid the price accordingly.
I slipped my thong off without getting up from the sofa. They probably got a little glimpse of my pubes as I did so but then I crossed my legs so I was still fairly well covered.
Just one more hand and I would have to stand and show everything as I fulfilled my forfeit. I think we all knew it was inevitable but the boys probably didn’t guess that I now wanted it as much as them.
It was my turn to deal, which I did awkwardly trying to keep my legs covering me as I leaned across the table.
“I hope you’re ready for this ‘champion’” taunted Rob, “let’s see what you’ve dealt for yourself.”
I had a terrible hand. I would now have to stand up and lose all my dignity as I paraded in front of them. I had to walk across the room to collect their beers from the fridge and seemed like such a long way. I simply can’t describe the mixture of feelings I had as I stood up. The boys were whooping and jeering until I started to rise from the sofa and then they began to cheer before falling strangely silent.
There was no doubt that I was beaten and in a very submissive position as I fulfilled my punishment but I also knew that they had their eyes glued to every inch of me and it was clear they didn’t want to miss a thing.
The mixture of embarrassment and pride was such an intense feeling as I began my walk. I suppose there’s a big adrenalin rush from overcome fear and that was at least part of what I was having now. I could feel that my nipples were firm and pointing out and I had that familiar feeling in my pussy that comes from arousal mixed with anticipation. I was feeling wet and I wondered if the boys would be able to tell. I had trimmed myself for this holiday and though not shaven the boys would certainly be able to see the shape of my opening beneath the skinny little triangle
A few paces took me past the boys and towards the little kitchen. As I walked I tried to keep calm and to concentrate on the fact that I would be given them a long look at my arse. I walked slowly to the fridge, taking the steady paced steps that I knew would give my bum a little wiggle and kept my legs slightly crossed as I opened the fridge door and bent to retrieve the beers. The boys weren’t going to get to see anything other than my bum for now.
I opened the beers, still with my back to the boys and then took a deep breath. I was about to turn round and show them everything. I knew that I could probably rush back to the table and sit cross legged, meaning they only would get a brief flash but I wanted to reclaim some of the power by showing I was calm and in control.
If I’m honest I was also really really excited by the idea of flaunting myself to these guys! So I turned and stood for a second with beers in hand, letting their eyes roam all over me and then a steadily as I could, walked back to my seat. Once sat, I crossed my legs again and looked at the two grinning faces before me.
“I was right”, grinned Rob. “You have got a lovely little bush.”
I blushed bright red but it just felt like the heat from my face was burning through my body. I was very definitely turned on and I was almost trembling with excitement at what I’d just done.
" So what’s the next forfeit?" grinned Rob. “Maybe you could open your legs and give us a really good look?”
The burning inside me intensified. This was really getting naughty and I was thrilled at the feeling of being pushed on to wilder and wilder acts. It was so obvious that if I agreed to that, I would have to do it. I clearly wasn’t going to win any more hands. But then I was so excited by the thought of exposing myself further and the thought of sitting with my legs apart for them to see everything was just so fantastically slutty.
I closed my eyes and barely able to think because I was so turned on, I lifted my legs to rest one calf on each arm of the chair.
“I’m going to lose anyway” I whispered with my eyes still closed.
I heard the boys shift in their seats to get a better look and I held my position, feeling my pussy get wetter as I imagined their eyes burning into my exposed private parts. Then I jumped as I felt something soft and hot engulf my clit. I opened my eyes to see shy Andy kneeling in front of me and licking my pussy.
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He licked softly and slowly running his tongue right along me and lingering over my clit. His tongue felt deliciously warm and seemed to cover so much of my randy pussy at each stroke. It was wonderful and I let out a long moan and sank back into the chair. If I’d ever been in any doubt that tonight was going to go any further than a naughty game of cards, those doubts were gone now. I was going to behave like a total slut and these boys were going to enjoy me pretty much any way they liked!
As I leaned my head back, Rob moved to the side of me and presented me with a very hard, nicely sized nob. I opened my mouth willingly and relished the feeling as he slid it into my mouth. I was giving and receiving oral sex from two horny guys and absolutely loving it.
Rob moved to kneel astride me with his legs on the chair arms and I continued to eagerly suck his hard nob, gripping his bum cheeks to control his thrusts. Andy carried on licking and driving me totally wild as he also dipped his fingers in and out of me.
I pulled my mouth away and gasped “Andy, get a condom” Not the most explicit invitation to screw me but clear enough I thought.
Andy hardly paused his licking as I heard him rummaging for his discarded jeans and I heard the packet being opened. As I felt the head of his cock being slid across my opening I had the sense of mind to reach down a hand and check that he definitely had his ‘jacket’ on and then renewed my sucking as I allowed a man I’d only met that afternoon to slide his hard cock into me.
Andy screwed me steadily and deeply for several minutes. He wasn’t big (but a very nice average) but the assured full strokes and slight twist of his hips ensured I felt more than adequately full.
After a while, Rob removed himself from my mouth, saying something about wanting to change positions cos he didn’t want Andy looking at his arse! We moved to the sofa and Andy continued to screw me on all fours whilst I returned to sucking Rob. I really relished the feel of a proper, porn movie style ‘spit roasting’
Rob started a stream of dirty talk to me whilst the boys took me at each end. It’s all a bit of a blur now but I do remember him encouraging me to tell him what a tart I was, how much I loved cocks and how I wanted both of them to ‘fuck my face and cunt!’
I remember very clearly asking Rob to shag me hard and being told that first I had to suck him off and take his cum. I remember readily and passionately agreeing to that too and basically begging him to have me between bouts of having my mouth filled.
I also recall saying that if their mate Danny returned home he would have me too and I would ’lick Sue’s pussy juice off his cock’! Rob was the one who prompted most of this filthy talk but I was so turned on I was more than willing to say pretty much anything.
I’m afraid a lot of the evening is a bit of blur then but I do remember that Rob came in my mouth and I greedily swallowed it all. I remember Andy screwing me on my back until I came and then pulling out to whip off the condom and spray me with his hot cum.
Both lads recovered very quickly and Rob also took his turn to screw me on all fours whilst I sucked Andy’s cock.
He was still wet with his own come and I loved how dirty that made me feel. Andy also came in my mouth but pulled out to spray in my face too. Whilst I was very definitely taking a submissive role the lads did make sure I enjoyed myself, checking that things were going OK for me. I came on Robs cock and before long he was back in my mouth whilst he rubbed my pussy to make me come again.
At some point we moved to the double bed in one of the rooms and all must have dozed off for a while. I awoke to find Andy licking me again. Of course both lads had worn condoms when they screwed me but Andy didn’t seem too worried about licking any part of my body even though it had been liberally splashed with cum from both of them. He even kissed me, which I noticed Rob had very definitely avoided from the moment that Andy had first put his nob in my mouth. I rolled Andy onto his back, straddling him and demanding that he screw me again.
I’m a little ashamed to say that at this point Andy told me he didn’t have any condoms left and I simply guided him into me anyway.
Rob moved behind me, between Andy’s legs and after a while I lifted myself off Andy so that Rob could enter me from behind. They each took several turns at screwing me this way.
When I was riding Andy, Robs hands played with my tits and I could feel him wanking himself behind me. When Rob took me doggy style, I kissed Andy passionately as we stroked his cock below me. It was Rob who came in my pussy as I passionately snogged Andy, our tongues thrusting in and out of our mouths like little cocks. Then as he was still buried in me, Rob hauled me bodily down the bed so my mouth could take care of Andy. Andy basically wanked himself off into my mouth as Rob withdrew and I felt him rubbing sticky cum into my bum cheeks.
That night remains the most incredible and horny experience of my life. I was so incredibly dirty and I have to admit I loved that in particular. I have never told anyone about that night, not even Sue. I told her that I had a bit of a snog with Andy but that was all.
I took a shower at the lads apartment and they both lay idly stroking themselves whilst I dried and dressed. Then Andy walked me back to mine and Sues place. He kissed me outside, saying ’thanks, that was amazing.’
‘Thank you’ I replied, ‘I absolutely loved it. I don’t normally do that kind of thing.’
‘Neither do I. I went out with the same girl for the last 3 years. We only split up about a month ago. This is the first time I’ve done anything with anyone else since I was about 18’
We’d never even spoken about his break up in the bars and clubs. It just brought home to me what a casual thing this had been and how very little I knew about the two guys who had just so passionately sampled my most intimate parts. Neither of us suggested keeping in touch and I’m so pleased we didn’t.
I went inside to our quiet apartment. Items of Sue and Danny’s clothes were scattered in the living area, telling the obvious story. I slipped into my own room and fell into a long relaxed sleep.
I never heard Danny leave.
The End
The Lady Shows Her Stuff
While mall shopping for Christmas presents with my friend, I happened to mention that my husband, Alan, had become fascinated with looking at erotic pictures and videos on some of the Internet sites.
“He says that he sometimes fantasizes that I am the model in the pictures,” I told her. “He’s even pushing me these days to shave my pubic hair. Do you think that’s what a thirty-something mother of two should be doing?”
“I certainly hope so, Olivia,” my friend, Judy, replied. “Because I’ve been shaving my pussy for a couple of years now. You really should try it; it feels great. As for Alan’s Internet voyeurism, I think every guy wishes that his wife would be sexier and more daring. That’s pretty normal, Olivia, unless he’s only turned on by the really hard-core and kinky stuff. What sort of pictures does he look at?”
“Oh, you know,” I said. “Babes in skimpy bikinis and lingerie, who then strip to full nudity. Alan doesn’t go for the really raw stuff. He claims that the hardcore pictures don’t reflect the true joys of sex. The models look like they’re bored with the whole thing. He says that he appreciates erotica in which women are sincerely enjoying their sexuality, and not faking it for a few bucks from hard-up guys trying to get it off by themselves.”
“Well, Olivia, I’d say that you’re pretty lucky to have a guy who shows that much common sense in his mind and below his belt. I don’t think you have a thing to worry about.”
I said, “What I think is that Alan is bored with me because I’m too uptight about sex, and he’s using erotic pictures to stir things up. Last month when I asked him what he wanted for Christmas, he encouraged me to open up and express my inner sexiness by going to a local glamour photographer. He said that he would really appreciate a private album of erotic pictures of me as a gift. Can you imagine?”
Judy said, “That sounds like it could be a lot of fun, Olivia. It’s too late for Christmas, but why don’t you make an album for Alan’s birthday next May? A friend of mine once told me about a couple who have a glamour photography business somewhere in California. He’s the cameraman, and she was a former centerfold model. My friend went to them when she wanted to make a special gift for her husband. She showed me some of their work, and it’s very high quality and sophisticated, less boudoir stuff with fantasy lingerie and more erotic. I’ll call her and get their address for you.”
“What are you suggesting, Judy?” I replied, somewhat astonished at her matter of fact tone of voice. “That I become a model in bikinis or lingerie and stockings?”
“Yeah, or maybe even less,” she replied, giggling. “I think that you would have fun experiencing what it’s like to be a sexy model. You could even make up your own personal centerfold calendar for Alan.”
“That would certainly be a special gift for Alan, all right, but isn’t that be a little too far over the top for a thirty-something suburban mom?”
“You know, Olivia,” she coaxed. “Ten years from now, you would really treasure a pictorial record of how you looked at the peak of your physical attractiveness. And admit it, babe: cutting loose like that could do your whole life a lot of good. My friend told me that Don and Carole specialize in photographing women who want to express their inner sensuality through erotic photography.”
“And just what does that last part really consist of?” I rebutted. “Right now, the idea of doing even glamour posing in front of a photographer seems too much over the top for a housewife with school-age kids.”
“Why should having your picture taken in a bikini or lingerie be so risqué, Olivia, just because we’re mothers and a dozen years out of college? Why shouldn’t we still have that same kind of adventuresome feeling that we did then? I’ll bet that you experimented with some crazy things when you were in school. I remember that once I volunteered for a psych department study on female masturbation.”
I had to admit that I had done some pretty wild things in my sorority days. Perhaps I had become too conservative and predictable in the process of raising a family. I was still pondering that question when Judy called me a week later with information on Don and Carole Donelli in Carmel, California, on the Monterey Peninsula.
I went on-line to their website and learned about their two-day modeling retreat for would-be female erotica models. That was the keyword that distinguished them from all the glamour and boudoir photography sites. In his ‘About Us’ description, Don wrote that his style emphasized the sensuality and sexiness that comes from within a woman, not through costumes and fantasy settings. His retreat program encouraged a woman to draw out that inner sexy being. The sample images he e-mailed me supported his premise. They were all artistic nudes, not at all pornographic, and the models appeared quite pleased that they were displaying their natural beauty.
I decided to take the plunge, and, without telling anyone else, I registered for a retreat the following April. I told Alan that I would be going to a four-day college sorority reunion. He encouraged me to go, assuring me that he and his parents, who live near us, could take care of the kids and the house. The fee for the retreat was not cheap, but that only inspired me to stick on my diet and get in extra workouts at the fitness center, to make it worthwhile. By the time April came, I weighed 126 pounds, my abs were flat, my butt was firm and my breasts were perky once again.
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The more I prepared for my modeling retreat, the more eager I became to participate. By the time I was on the plane, I had convinced myself that this was an opportunity to make something of myself other than ’the sensible wife and mother.’ Like most women who settle into the typical suburban American lifestyle, at times I felt that life was passing me by, and not all of my dreams would ever be fulfilled. I hoped that some of my innermost fantasies might be realized with this bold step. I also speculated on Alan’s reaction when he saw the results, wanting the album outcome to be a total surprise.
When I landed at San Francisco airport, I impulsively rented a convertible - red, of course - and drove with the top down across the Golden Gate Bridge and the gorgeous Pacific Coast Highway. The feeling it gave me was a rush. Just outside of Carmel, I pulled over and marveled at the vista of the sunlight sparkling on azure blue Pacific Ocean waves that washed with white foam on the rocky shoreline. At that moment, I knew that this trip was going to shed some of my conservative habits. The inviting California sun and gorgeous Monterey Peninsula scenery had infected me with a joy of life, and I was eager for all the new things I would attempt in the next two days.
The photographic studio was a former B&B on the outskirts of Carmel. It originally was a Victorian farmhouse, with a large barn behind the house. The innkeepers had converted the barn into hotel rooms and added an in-ground pool, before selling out to Don and Carole. At check in, I learned that there were three other women who had signed up for the retreat. My room had a queen-sized bed, a modest bath and a spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean. After freshening up, I met my hosts, Carole and Don, in the dining room for a light salad luncheon and a glass of wine. I took an immediate liking to them; what’s not to like about the quintessential California mod couple: tall, tanned, fit and friendly. They introduced me to my fellow retreaters, who were all around my age and also shared my doubts and timidity about the whole affair. Carole, though, was quite adept in dispelling that feeling of trepidation. Her enthusiasm, the ambience of the place and the friendliness of everyone there erased most of my mental reservations that I was doing a proper thing. Over dessert with a glass of iced tea while sitting near the outdoor pool, Carole explained to us ‘models’ the plans for the next two days.
“The initial activity of our Inner Feelings program is an afternoon indulgence at the Isle of Capri day spa, where each of you will undergo a full makeover, literally from head to toe. There will also be a surprise for each of you there. Following that, we have planned a buffet dinner back here, where you will meet our studio’s staff. They are all quite experienced in nude photography and have been with us for three years now. Each photographer will be teamed with a pair of college interns who are graphics arts majors. A team will be assigned to each model for two sessions tomorrow. Two teams will use the indoor studios in the morning, while two will have outdoor shoots. In the afternoon, the teams switch venues. By the end of the day, all four of you will be experienced nude models. Who knows? Perhaps you might begin a new avocation.”
“By the way,” Don interjected. “We do only digital photography here, and you models keep custody of the camera memory chip and all publication rights. That way you are assured complete control of your intimate images. As part of the retreat, our evening session is a workshop where we teach you how to use PC software to create multi-media presentations, with background music, slide transitions, and so on. You’ll be very pleased with how professional your editing results will be.”
“But first comes the makeover to draw out the new you,” Don continued. “The goal of this afternoon and evening, ladies, is to get you to feel that you have become different persons from the ones who arrived this morning. Here at Inner Feelings, Carole and I, along with our staff, will work with you to bring out that glamorous, sexy woman that resides inside yourself.”
“What does this salon makeover consist of?” I asked.
Carole smiled enigmatically before replying, “Rather than try to describe it, Olivia, we’ll just let you discover for yourself. The makeover plays an important part in the whole program, however, so please go with the flow of the experience, so that you are put in the proper mood.”
I went with Don and the other women to the day spa, where I was greeted by a very pretty young Asian-American woman, Li An. She was my personal consultant.
“Well, Olivia,” she said. “Welcome to our spa. We are quite familiar with Don and Carole’s retreat, and it is our job to get you into looking and feeling like a sexy new woman.”
I said, “I’m still not quite certain why I let myself get talked into all this, but the idea of feeling sexy and beautiful does have its appeal. How do we get started?”
Li An was sensitive to my trepidation, and she got me into the mood that I presumed Don wanted by starting me off with a relaxing facial, followed by fifteen minutes in the sauna. That, of course, required me to strip until I was completely nude. When I came out of the sauna, she didn’t even let me put my robe back on. Rather, she led me into another room which had a table just like those in a doctor’s examining room, directing me lie on my back.
She said, “As part of the makeover, Olivia, and to get you into a sexier mood, we’re going to make you a member of the Shaved Beaver club.”
Before I could object, she placed my legs in the stirrups, and began clipping the long hairs of my pussy with a small scissors, until only short stubble remained. Then, using a battery-operated rotary shaver, even the stubble vanished. I had to admit that Li An’s clipping with the scissors, followed by the tickling sensation of the shaver, got me more than a little aroused. To me, it felt like a cross between a vibrator and having my pussy licked by a lover. When I was completely shaved, Li An had me look at myself in a full-length mirror. I liked my new look: clean, free, and like a young girl again.
Li An interrupted my staring by announcing that the next step was to get my summer tan. She took me over to a vertical tanning spray booth, and explained how it worked. After covering my hair with a latex cap, I stepped inside the booth and closed my eyes. All at once, I felt dozens of tiny misting sprays hitting my body. She told me to slowly rotate all the way around to get an even tan, and in a few minutes I emerged. I was given a towel to wipe off the residual moisture, and I looked at myself in the mirror once more. That first look confirmed that the sacrifice of workouts and diet had been worth the effort. I looked gorgeous, if I do say so. My tummy and hips were firm, my legs were slender and my skin now had a honey-gold color, with no tan line anywhere. Even between the cheeks of my derriere, the tanning spray had browned my skin.
Li An complimented me on my new tan, and handed me a shorty robe and black thong panties to put on before she took me to a hairdresser’s chair in another part of the salon. There, Ronnie, a handsome young man in his twenties, plucked and shaped my eyebrows, applied gray-violet mascara and eyeliner, blusher for my cheeks, and a distinctive shade of lip rouge. As a final touch, he showed me a selection of shoulder-length wigs. After trying on several, with Ronnie’s help, I chose a long, around-the-face style in a chestnut/auburn shade. I had always wanted to wear my hair long, casually falling past my shoulders, and now I was making my fantasy come true.
“You are looking absolutely stunning, Olivia,” said Ronnie. “Li An, what say we pick out a sexy party dress with some great shoes to gild our beautiful lily here?”
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“I’ve got just the one for Olivia,” she replied, and showed me a very short and slinky black dress with almost no back. “Here, go try this one on. It’s your size, since we had your measurements before you arrived. And don’t bother with a bra, Olivia. It’s cut to show off your cleavage on top.”
I went behind a screen and took off the robe to put on the dress. It had a single strap that circled the neck and held up the ends of a deeply plunged bodice that displayed the upper fourth of my breasts. An eyelet loop with a tiny pearl button held the two lapels closed, but it could open to expose a lot more of my boobs if I wanted. After I zipped up, the dress clung to every curve of my body, and the skirt barely covered my thighs. It was the sexiest dress that I had ever dared to wear, and I loved it, especially after Ronnie gave me a pair of open-toed slide-in sandals with three-inch spike heels. I felt that with my whole new look - different hair, shaved beaver, tanned body, new facial appearance, and a knockout dress - not even my husband would recognize me.
That is when I got it: I had been transformed into a different person, a new me. I really liked myself as I looked in the mirror and twirled around. This was the me that had been waiting to emerge for a long time, I realized. I resolved that I was going to let this new Olivia run free. I didn’t know exactly how I was supposed to model in my made-over body, but I promised myself that I would do whatever Don and his assistants directed. I would try my utmost to be the beautiful female image that I wanted captured by their cameras.
The other three women looked equally sexy and were just as excited about their makeover results as I was. Cindy, from Ohio I learned, had chosen a blond wig with a shag cut to go with her honey-toned tan. Her party dress was also black, only hers had a diagonally cut hemline with full ruffles, and a strapped bra-like top that barely kept her breasts from popping out. The open vee went down nearly to her belly button. She summed up pretty well what we all were thinking about ourselves when Don drove us back to the retreat.
“We are four of the sexiest and hottest babes in North America. Right now, I feel like finding myself an appreciative man and having me stared down from all angles. Don, for the rest of the time here, I want to be as much eye candy for men as I can be.”
Don laughed and said, “Well, that’s what this whole program is all about, Cindy. How about you, Olivia? Feeling the same way?”
I agreed whole-heartedly. The makeovers had consumed almost the entire afternoon, and it was around six when we returned to the retreat site, just in time for the dinner, we were told by Carole.
Carole said, “Don and I are taking you four to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Afterwards, we’ll wind up the evening in our studio great room with some impromptu lounge dancing. I encourage you to mix and mingle with everyone, because that way they can get to better know your particular personality and character. From what we learn, we match up photographers with models.”
The food and wine were excellent, and the restaurant had a spectacular vista overlooking the Pacific Ocean at sunset. Later, I felt pretty excited being at a social party dressed like I was, and also without my husband. Don and Carole introduced us to their photographers, Greg, Todd, Aaron and Elaine, plus eight college students, four men and four women, who were majoring in graphic arts and interning under Don. Everyone was very friendly and good-looking, and you could tell that each had experience photographing beautiful women. Throughout the evening they were assessing our modeling potential, all the while giving us flattering compliments - nice hair, great figures, great cheekbones, and so on. Todd was especially attentive to me. He mentioned that he thought that I would do well in the outdoor set, because I was slender and graceful and had warm skin tone. I said that I thought that the other three models had nicer bodies for a nude model, with larger breasts and rounder bottoms than I had.
Todd said, “Olivia, tits and asses are part of glamour modeling; we are going after erotic art, which means that have to show the camera just how sexy your total being is. So when you pose tomorrow, it’s important that you use your inner feelings and project that you are someone special.”
I said, “I know that I want to do that, but I’m still not certain that I won’t freak out when I’m standing in front of a camera in my birthday suit. That’s a pretty big leap of inner sexy feelings for me.”
Todd chuckled and replied, “Almost all of the guests who come to our retreat say words to that effect on their first day, Olivia. And that’s normal. What we teach you is something brand new, almost contrary to everything that your parents and peers have told you about your body. But inside everyone is a sexual being, with a personal voice waiting to express itself. That’s why we have developed techniques to help bring out that sexual being. Part of that is getting you to feel comfortable with exposing your body. All we ask is that you listen carefully to what your inner feelings are trying to tell you. Don’t be afraid of expressing yourself differently from what you have been doing. You will have a great time here as long as you let yourself be the real you.”
I made a promise to myself that I would try to do whatever was asked of me, and to let my heart and body make the final choice, whenever my rational head told me to back off. I sealed my inner bargain with a large swallow of wine from my glass, and entered into the evening’s entertainment. The interns had made a small dance floor at one end of the great room, and Don had created a play list of some good dance music. All the women took turns dancing with the men and I got to show off my moves in my new sexy dress. I especially enjoyed the feeling of dancing with younger men, who flattered my ego by looking at and appreciating my mature body, which was practically naked in that skimpy dress.
The wine flowed freely, and I was feeling like a bird let out of a cage. If one of the men had asked me to sleep with him that night, I probably would have agreed. The whole day’s experience – the makeover, having my pussy shaved, my sexy dress and wig, and the prospect of soon being naked in front of a photographer and assistants I barely knew – had really turned me on. I don’t believe that I was the only one who was that eager; I noticed Cindy rubbing her hips and breasts into Greg’s body while they danced a slow number.
Before things got carried away, however, Don called a halt to the party, and informed everyone that the next day was going to be a busy one. He announced that we models should sleep in the nude to avoid any panty lines, and come to breakfast in just the terry robe and sandals that were supplied in our rooms.
“We begin our shoots tomorrow promptly at 9:15,” Don announced. “There will be an hour break for lunch, then the afternoon sessions. We’ll be all done by 3:00, so there will be time for touring the city sights, or if you wish, just relax around the pool. After the evening dinner, we’ll have the workshop on PC media presentation creation, using your images. It’s a busy day, ladies, so get plenty of rest tonight, take a relaxing shower or bath in the morning, and let’s all show up at 8:30 sharp for breakfast.”
I joined some of the others in the lounge/sitting room for a nightcap. When I got back to my room, instead of the usual piece of chocolate, I found a gift-wrapped box with a card lying on my bed. The card said, ‘Welcome to Inner Feelings Retreat, Olivia. To better help you enjoy your days here, and make them a unique experience, this gift is our way of encouraging you to let your inner self be indulged and satisfied.’
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I opened the box, and discovered an assortment of items that, before this retreat, I had only ever fantasized about. There was a collection of sweet-smelling lotions, a battery-operated pussy shaver like the one used on me earlier that day, a bullet-shaped vibrator, small enough to fit into a purse, and a large glass dildo. Needless to say, with the sexual stimulation I had received at the evening get-together, I needed very little encouragement to make use of the vibrator and dildo. After I had masturbated to an orgasm, I was exhausted and fell asleep, content as only a well-satisfied female can feel.
I awoke about seven o’clock the next morning, feeling very relaxed and luxurious after sleeping in the nude on satin sheets in a king-sized bed. While in the shower, I wondered how Alan, my husband, had slept while I was away. By himself, I hoped, but he and I had some time ago reached an understanding between ourselves. We both realized that his business travels and my job in public relations would sometimes put us in tempting situations. In college, before we became committed to our relationship, we both were sexually active with several different partners. After marriage, we settled into a mostly monogamous relationship, with a pledge that, if we did occasionally stray, we would not do or disclose anything to hurt the other partner. So I don’t know what Alan has done on his business travels and golf trips; and he doesn’t know about the two times that I have slept with other men.
A typed sheet of paper that spelled out the shooting schedule for the day had been slipped under my door. I was pleased to read that my photographer was going to be Todd, and I would begin with my outdoor session. I put on the light robe, adjusted my new hairpiece on my head, slipped on the sandals, and the new Olivia Knudson confidently walked to the dining room, hungry to eat something for breakfast and eager to begin modeling. I helped myself to the buffet holding fresh fruit, juices, muffins and croissants, and wonderful coffee. By the time I could get my plate and cup back to a table, the others began arriving. We ate our breakfasts as best we could, given all of our excited chatter over our initial nude modeling assignments, how we would do, and so forth. Cindy and Valerie left with Greg and Aaron for the indoor studios, while Jennifer and I went with one of Elaine’s interns down a path to a small rocky beach on the resort property. The day was balmy, in the seventies already, and the sun warmed us as we walked down to the site, about a quarter of a mile. The little beach was divided by a white rock outcropping, and I was directed to go left, where Todd was standing near a camera on a tripod. There were two of the college intern trainees as well. That was when I got nervous, knowing that this was a real boundary I was going to have to cross: I was going to be told to take off my robe, and expose myself to a group of people and a camera, which would permanently record the event. Part of me wanted to be the exhibitionist, while another part was holding back. I think that Todd sensed that as he greeted me, smiling reassuringly.
“Good morning, Olivia,” he said casually. “Looks like a perfect day for a shoot. We’re going to have a great time here. I’m very lucky to have such an attractive model to work with this morning. I think we’ll begin with some preliminary warm-up shots, and you can keep the robe on. Then after you get the hang of how we work together, we’ll go after some keeper images.”
Todd didn’t give me a chance to chicken out. He nodded to one of his interns, who took my hand and led me in front of Todd’s camera and smoothed out my hair. Then he and the other intern held up silver fabric sheets to reflect the morning sun onto me. I didn’t have a clue how a photographer and model work together. The only times a professional photographer ever took my picture were school graduations and my wedding, and those pictures were decidedly different from the ones Todd was going to take that day. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, so I just stood facing Todd, a question on my face.
After Todd was satisfied with the adjustments he had been making with his camera, he looked up at me. I was still looking bewildered, but quickly I began to see the skill of a real pro. Todd made no comment on my stiff posture, but rather engaged me in some idle chit-chat and gentle teasing, until I relaxed and became comfortable with Todd and the two interns looking at me.
“So tell me, Olivia,” Todd said. “Isn’t this beach one of the prettiest you’ve ever seen? I want you to lean against that rock over there, and just admire the vista. Try to feel how much beauty is all around you, and think how your expression can communicate what you are feeling. Good, that’s a good pose. Turn your head just a little away from me. Very nice.”
I heard the click of the camera, and looked back at Todd. He softly chided me that a good model ignores the camera, and I should concentrate on expressing my feelings. I did as he directed, and soon I was comfortable with where I was and got into moving around on the rock, and taking various positions under Todd’s coaching. After about a dozen different poses, Todd announced that he thought I was warmed up and he wanted to get started for real. He directed one of the interns to take my robe and give me a pair of large hoop earrings and a couple of bracelets to wear.
I blushed when I took off my robe and handed it to Rob, the intern. He looked me over from top to bottom, and held a small mirror while I attached the gold hoops to my ear lobes. Rob backed away, and Todd began directing me to take a variety of poses. The first two were standing, looking toward the horizon, then with my hands over my head and slouching with my weight on one leg. That one displayed my pussy to the camera. I thought Todd got me into a very pretty pose that had my right leg fully straight and extended, while I knelt on the side of the rock with my left. He had me bend my right arm so that it formed a right angle, with my hand behind my head. At the same time, he had my left arm stretched vertically, so that my arms formed a rectangular frame for my face. The center of the image, though, was my shaved pussy, accentuated by the lines of one straight leg and the other bent, with the knee pointing directly to it. Todd must have liked the pose as well, as he rattled off several shots and shouted with glee.
I was completely relaxed for the remainder of the session, following Todd’s directions with confidence. I knew that his shots were capturing all parts of my body, but in none of them did he have me displayed in any tasteless or vulgar manner. I thought that the theme of the session was a celebration of the beauty of nature: an unspoiled beach in sunlight, its sole occupant being a nude female, which is part of nature. I no longer had any reservations whatsoever, and Todd could direct me to take whatever artistic or suggestive pose he wished. I felt as sexy as I’ve ever felt in my life, and I was glad to have others see me with that feeling. Todd took about three dozen shots while I was nude, ranging from just side views to full frontal, even to me sitting down with my legs split and my fingers playing with my vagina. I felt a little disappointment when he called a halt. When I walked away from Todd, to get a drink of bottled water, an intern handed me the robe to put back on.
Grinning at him, I said, “I think I’ll go like this for a little while longer. Would that bother anyone here?”
He smiled and replied, “Not at all, Olivia. I could admire your body all day.” He flicked his eyebrows like Grouch Marx. “Perhaps for part of the night, too, sweetheart. Any hope for that?”
I hesitated a moment, then smiled and replied, “There’s always hope.”
We broke down the set by the beach, and returned to the resort facilities room for lunch. For the afternoon session, I went to the inside studio, where Todd continued my education in being a nude model. He announced in a matter-of-fact sort of way that he wanted me to skip the boudoir/glamour type of shots in black-and-white, as the printed schedule planned, but rather do two full-nude sets in color instead. I didn’t have time to debate the issue, as one of his interns quickly took off my robe. The second intern instructed me to lift up my arms while applied eye makeup and lipstick to my face. After he was satisfied my face looked good, he cupped each of my breasts and rubbed lip gloss on my nipples. Under Todd’s directions, the interns also applied makeup to my body to highlight skin. By then, I was so used to being the center of attention while in the nude, that it felt amusingly pleasant to be fondled and touched by young men whom I had just met.
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