Emma's Story Ch. 02: Emma in Public
I knew that Cory never expected me to actually call him, but I kept the scrap of paper with his number written on it safe, and a week or two after his visit when I decided that I need someone to help me out, he was the one I called.
“Hi Cory, it’s Emma. Remember me?”
“Of course I remember you,” he answered, “How could I possibly forget…”
“There is a favor I need you to do for me,” I continued, getting to the point, “Do you know how to use a digital camera?”
“Yeah, I do.” He responded, sounding slightly puzzled, “I work on the school newspaper, as a matter of fact. All of our photography is digital.”
“Perfect!” I exclaimed, “I need somebody to take some pictures. Can you come over tomorrow?”
Cory hesitated for a moment, thinking about his schedule. “Sure. I can come by in the evening.” He replied.
“I kind of need you here in the morning. Nine-thirty or ten o’clock. It might be an all day job.”
“Tomorrow is a Thursday.” Cory pointed out. “I have school.”
“Cory.” I said in a jokingly serious voice, “I want you to think about this very carefully. Where would you rather be tomorrow, in a class room or taking pictures of me?”
“I’ll be there at nine-thirty,” He said and hung up.
Exactly at 9:30 the next morning Cory knocked at my door. The atmosphere this time was much different that the last time he was here. Last time I had been dressed to kill and you could have cut the sexuality in the air with a knife. This time I was in jeans and a sweatshirt and I greeted Cory with a cheerful “Hi there!” and a quick hug.
Cory, too, was much more relaxed than I had ever seen him, but he was obviously excited by the possibility of adventure. I ushered him in and sat him down at the dining table, which was still littered with my breakfast plates.
“I really appreciate you agreeing to help me out,” I began, “Here’s the deal. I’ve been talking to a guy who runs an internet site, and he wants to buy some pictures of me. The thing is, the site is out of New York so I can’t use their in-house photographer. They suggested I hire a professional out here, but if I did that I’d spend half the money they’re paying me. That’s why I want you to be my photographer. It’s a public nudity/flashing site, so all you have to do is follow me around for the day and take pictures of me flashing my tits and ass in public. Doesn’t even have to be professional quality. Think you can handle that?” I asked with a wink. “And don’t worry, I’m sure we can find some way of compensating you for your time.”
“Sure!” replied Cory. “I’m in!”
I stood up from the table and got my digital camera off the counter. “Here’s my camera,” I said handing it to him, “if you want to play with it a little to get used to it. It’s a video camera but it takes good still pictures, too. I’ll just get changed and we can get out of here.”
Cory had taken the camera out of its case and as I finished speaking he popped a picture of me.
“Just checking it.” He said with a grin.
I left Cory poking the buttons and crossed the room to my bedroom door. The bedroom is my personal space, so I always keep the door locked. I took the key out of my pocket and quickly slipped inside.
My bedroom is very different from the other room. Whereas my living room, where I do my business, is dim and furnished with big, soft furnishings in dark colors and lots of baroque mirrors, my bedroom reflects my real tastes. The walls are painted a clean bright white and decorated by two framed prints of Van Gough paintings. One whole wall is bookshelves. The only furniture is a simple metal frame single bed and a desk with my computer on it.
In the closet my clothes are neatly folded, with my everyday cloths on one side and my lingerie and sexy outfits on the other. Quickly I stripped naked and started sorting through my sexy outfits. I chose a tiny white tank-top with a big red pair of lips printed on it, and a wrap around skirt made of light-weight wool with a plaid pattern which I though was reminiscent of a school girl skirt. I tied the skirt low around my waist with a loose knot on my hip and pulled the tank-top over my head. The top left most of my stomach bare and fitted tightly over my chest, if I stretched a little the bottom curve of my tits would peek out. My nipples were clearly visible poking through the thin fabric. I pulled on some white canvas tennis shoes and, after quickly brushing my hair, went back into the living room.
Cory was still sitting at the table when I returned. “What do you think?” I asked and flipped the tank-top up to flash my tits. They jiggled and swayed slightly. Cory grinned widely, so I pulled my top back down and lifted up my skirt to show him my neatly trimmed pussy.
“Wow,” was all he could manage.
“Come on,” I said, dropping my skirt and walking towards the door, “You’re driving.”
Cory’s car was a newer blue Ford Fiesta. No the hottest car on the road, but respectable. Cory opened the passenger door for me and held it for me while I climbed in, then walked around to the driver side. The touch of chivalry made me smile inwardly.
When Cory was seated I said, “I think a fast food restaurant would be a fun place to start. That’s why I wanted to get started early, so we’d beat the lunch crowd.” Cory readily agreed and we drove a short distance to a Wendy’s. We waked in casually together and took a quick look around. The restaurant was empty except for one older man sitting in the corner drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. Perfect. While Cory went to the counter to order I strolled around the seating area before choosing a table on the far side of the restaurant from the counter, in a section separated from the rest by a low railing with fake vegetation in planters. I sat with my back to the railing, and Cory soon joined me with a tray of food. He had bought us both Cokes, a Whopper and fries for himself and a chicken sandwich for me. We took a couple bites of our food, then I leaned across the little table and whispered, “You ready to go?”
Cory pulled the camera out and stood up, moving a couple of feet back from the table. From where Cory stood he could shoot me and people coming and going in the restaurant behind me, while I was mostly hidden by the railing. Casually bringing the viewfinder to his eye Cory gave me a thumbs-up. When I saw the little red light come on I smiled brightly for the camera and gave it a little wave. Boldly I lifted my tank-top up and cupped my naked tits in my hands, caressing and shaking them for the camera. After a minute or so of that I reached across the table and pulled a piece of ice out of my drink and rubbed it on my nipple, melted ice and Coke dripping down my tit. Glancing over my shoulder to see what was happening in the rest of the restaurant, I slid my chair away from the table a little, giving Cory a view of my skirt. Leaving my tits exposed and still looking confidently into the camera I lifted my skirt up to reveal my wet pussy. As I reached down to run my finger along my pussy-lips the look of pleasure on my face was real. I was so turned on. I slipped my middle finger in and out of pussy once, then again, and then picked up a french-fry and slipped its tip into my pussy. I pulled the french-fry slowly back out and sensually brought it to my lips and ate it. Looking back into the camera I blew a kiss, then signaled Cory to stop recording.
Cory sat back down as I quickly rearranged my cloths. “I can’t believe how turned on that made me,” I confided. I took a couple more bites of my food then said, “Let’s go. I want to do that again somewhere else.”
Back in Cory’s car we discussed where else we should go. I thought of a shopping mall, and Cory suggested we could do some flashing just on the street. I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for somewhere as completely exposed as a street corner, but before I could voice my objection an idea struck me.
We had been driving for a little while behind a city bus, and I told Cory to get ahead of the bus and drop me off at the next stop, then let the bus pass him and keep his eye on the back window. Cory sped around the bus and we pulled up to the stop well before the bus got there. I opened the door to get out, then remembered something and turned back to Cory. “Quick, give me some money. I need bus fare!” I cried. Cory quickly emptied his pocket and I got out and flagged down the bus. Once inside I made my way to the very back of the bus and stood by the big back window. The bus was mostly empty, with the few other passengers facing forward, ignoring me. In a few minutes I saw Cory’s car pull up behind the bus with Cory awkwardly trying to drive while pointing the camera out the windshield. Hoping that Cory was filming I waved to him, then pulled my top up again. I was lifting my top up with both hands, so when the bus suddenly accelerated I lost my balance and fell forward, smooshing my naked tits against the glass. As I tried to get my balance I stumbled again and almost went cart wheeling topless down the isle. Just in time I grabbed a hand hold to steady myself and was able to get my top back down. Looking back I saw Cory laughing his ass off, but fortunately the camera was still on, so it wasn’t a total waste.
When I got off the bus at the next stop my furious blushing had faded and I had my composure back when Cory picked me up. “That’s enough of that!” I said hotly, “let’s go back to my place, I want to change outfits.”
When we arrived back at my apartment Cory excused himself to go to the restroom while I went back to my bedroom to change. Idly I wondered if Cory actually had to pee, or if he was jacking off. I wouldn’t blame him if he had to jack off – hell, I’d help him if he asked. Opening my closet I pulled out my cheerleader outfit and changed into it – a tiny sweater-vest top and a skirt. To complete the outfit I had two pom-poms. I combed my hair into a pony tail and went back to see how Cory was doing.
