Tabitha Ch 08 1

Chapter 8

The next installment, to be offered for viewing the following night, would be a tribute to Bradley and Tabitha's first weekend together.

For the 30 minutes before the appointed hour, a larger crowd had begun gathering at the storefront windows than the first night. As with the night before, the growing crowd experienced the unspoken tension comprised of the expectation of arousal and the discomfort of how to respond to that arousal in a public setting. This was essentially voyeurism, which is normally, by definition, clandestine.

It would be preposterous for the individuals to pretend that you were there for any other reason, but equally preposterous to, say, sneak your hand into your pocket or under your skirt amongst strangers on a public sidewalk.

As these uncomfortable thoughts were roiling through the group, the same heavy curtain was raised, revealing an off-white sheet of light, but opaque fabric, like a hung bedsheet. Incandescent light was cast downwards at an oblique angle. The was a moment of stillness, with each viewers eyes glued to this canvass of sorts.

In time, a hand from behind the fabric pressed towards the crowd, revealing that the fabric was light, stretchy and clingy. Each delicate finger was discernable, with the light from above detailing the features and made more clear by the shadows cast. The hand slowly traced along the fabric, disappearing. In a moment a shoulder's and upper arm's impressions moved along the fabric. Clearly, the model, presumably the same model as the night before, was behind the curtain walking slowly across the field of few.

On other side of the curtain, of course, was Tabitha, fully nude, though still wearing the long wig that she had worn the night before. Bradley had from the beginning wanted to allow the viewers a detailed view of Tabitha's truly remarkable body.

Alison, Maria and Bradley all treasured each view of Tabitha's naked body. In each of their minds, she was a perfect work of art. Tabitha, true to her personality, brushed off such praise, but was committed to making Bradley's artistic vision come to fruition.

Tabitha turned and walked back across the fabric, this time allowing her upper arm and shoulder to brush against the fabric, which again, was outlined in detail to the crowd due to the clinginess of the fabric and the deep shadows cast. Again, reaching the other end of the field of view, the impression disappeared.

With each pass, Tabitha pressed incrementally harder into the sheet. Her sides, her hips, her upper thighs, her hips, slowly revealing a feminine, fit, agile young woman. One could perceive tantalizing details of this obviously naked body, though the reality was hidden behind a thin film of fabric. Her movements weren't in the form of dance, but it was graceful, fluid and confident.

Her movements expressed freedom, openness and joy.

Her last few passes were the most revealing. She slowly rolled in slow motion along the sheet with her arms stretching above her head. The viewers could clearly discern her lightly toned abdomen, her ribcage, the fronts of her thighs...her pussy just out of view. Her magnificent breasts, with hard nipples clearly pressing outwards and slightly upwards. As she rolled, she exposed the sides of her ass, the back of her calves, her upper shoulders, finely muscled and perfectly proportioned. Finally, she rolled to face away from the viewers, and lowered her arms to her sides.

And there it was, the work of art that was her butt.

At first, only lightly touching the fabric, but over the course of a minute, she inched closer into the fabric, The beautiful deep cleft, the dimples that graced each perfect globe.

There she stood, motionless, allowing the crowd to let this majestic body sink into their psyche. She was clearly doing this for them. She wanted them to see her fully and at length. Often when seeing a beautiful girl, the observer glances but quickly looks away, partly out of embarrassment, but also to not make the object feel uncomfortable.

This was their chance to drink it in. She was allowing it fully.

Only after about three minutes, she slowly rolled, still firmly pressed against the sheet, giving a final slow glimpse of her breasts, her side and a last glancing touch with her backside, before pulling away out of view. The lights above dimmed slowly, signaling the end of the show. Just as the light was nearly fully dimmed, a bank of bright lights out the outside of the building crackled on, directly on the crowd.

Those bright lights signified an abrupt end of the fantasy and a stark return to reality. The ideal of that beautiful body, the warm lights, was gone. For good. No record now existed other than in each person's memory.

Now they themselves were again exposed to reconcile with themselves and with their co-voyeurs.

Suddenly, few flashes went off in the direction of the crowd. Were those camera flashes? Had the voyeurs become the object of observation themselves? Had their own facial expressions, their own vulnerability been captured? A moment of anxiety ensued as they wondered if their images would be somehow circulated.

Charitably, a dozen flashing balls fell to the ground outside, confirming that these weren't cameras after all. Only a good prank offered that had generated the desired response.

Most got it. As such, there were some embarrassed laughs, some comical shudders and shaking of the heads. Some didn't fully, and scurried away from the scene. They wouldn't forget the experience, though. With that there was applause...genuine applause for the beauty of the girl, the message delivered, and a thoroughly enjoyable, if somewhat uncomfortable, experience.

After five minutes, just as the crowd was about to disperse, bright lights from behind the fabric flashed on. Perhaps there was a coda to this performance, as well.

Nothing was visible for a moment or two. Then, the beautiful body reappeared, this time not as an impression against fabric, but as a dark, graceful silhouette against a shade. The light was warm and flickering, like from a Coleman lamp. The body, obvious to everyone as the same gorgeous body they had just enjoyed though via a different medium, was still nude. The same lean physique, the taut legs, the confident movements, the long mane of hair, the same firm breasts with hard nipples, and the outline of that perfect, God-given backside.

She stretched tall, savored a distant view, ran her hands over her body, and visibly relaxed, seemingly contented. She walked to the center of the viewable area, bent over, and appeared to unzip something and crawl in. It appeared that perhaps she was crawling into a tent? There appeared to be another body obscured by blankets lying within the tent. On hands and knees, she crept over to the lying figure and bent her head over to offer what appeared to be a long kiss with her long hair obscuring her waiting partner.

On the other side of the screen, naked Tabitha was smiling dreamily at Bradley, who was hungrily accepting her kisses while trying to remain relatively still. The focus needed to be on Tabitha's body, and on her enjoyment.

Alison had worked for weeks to construct a turntable on which Bradley and Tabitha would perform. By rotating the scene, more details of Tabitha's body would be revealed. As Tabitha kissed Bradley, the platform slowly rotated clockwise.

At first, the scene presented perpendicular to the audience, accentuating Tabitha's firm breasts hanging over the largely unseen Bradley, the arch of her back, that impossibly curvy ass. The scene, though, changed in aspect, slowly moving Tabitha's backside towards the audience. The shadows, then, showed her dangling breasts, but also, the cleft of her pussy became apparent.

Artfully, Tabitha repositioned herself so that her drenched pussy was above Bradley's waiting lips. Her hips swaying in anticipation of feeling Bradley's warm and skilled tongue bring her to inevitable orgasm. Tabitha, though, was obviously aroused and in need of release.

The rotation's motion moved just a bit faster as Tabitha lowered her hips over the assumed face, grinding against whatever she was deriving pleasure from. The moving shadows across her body showed her hips grinding, her abdomen was clearly heaving with lust-filled breaths, her hands were running along her sides, breasts and through her hair.

This highly arousing scene continued, the increasing speed or rotation mimicking the building towards the orgasmic crescendo to come.

Tabitha wasn't performing. On her side of the screen, she was reliving the weekend in the mountains...the first time Bradley and she had made love. The consuming desire and burgeoning love between them.

Just a few weeks ago, they had taken it slow, building towards an inevitable connection and love. She remembered how she had needed Bradley so badly, how she took control and got the satisfaction she needed. How that first orgasm by his tongue was so profound.

With those last memories coursing through her mind, she bucked against his mouth, threw her head back in orgasmic bliss.

The viewers witnessed all of this. It had taken maybe five minutes, but even just through viewing rotating shadows, they had vividly seen every feature of Tabitha's writing body, her growing lust, her urgent need for release. The rotation's pace kept growing, mirroring her growing desire, her wild gyrations in the throes of a wrenching orgasm.

They then saw her clench, shudder and slowly release.

The platform, too, seemed to be released from whatever was propelling it, freely decelerating in tandem with Tabitha coming down off of her climax.

As the platform came to its eventual rest, Tabitha's slumped form could be seen breathing deeply and heavily, but lessening to what would become a slumber.

The lights dimmed, and the curtain descended. This time, the show did come to an end. Those who had stayed, those who had broken through the embarrassment, had been treated to a gorgeous show.

If you hadn't witnessed it personally, if you had only heard about it second hand, it would be easy to be offended and easy to dismiss it as pandering to a baser level. And who is to say that they were wrong? It was barely veiled pornography. It was as close to a video of a sex act as possible, however, no nudity was displayed whatsoever.

Nearby billboards were in a way much more revealing...and much more obvious.

Those who witnessed this performance art saw something different. The shadows were crisp and detailed, they displayed everything, at least in silhouette. The shadows were somehow able to convey the emotion of the performers more than traditional video ever could.

This was all accentuated by the fact that each viewer was able to fill in whatever visual stimulus was missing with their own imagination. Surely, some viewers thought back to past lovers, past desires and cast themselves into the scene itself.

The crowd was mostly spent, and not in need of more. They dispersed...some alone, some in clutching pairs, and some in groups excitedly talking about what they witnessed. For the second night, it is certain that there were to be beautiful moments inspired and acted upon.

And, there were no recordings or photographs.

Of course, this second performance was an adaptation of Bradley's and Tabitha's first night together in the tent. Tabitha was easily able to put the notion of being indirectly viewed by the audience into the background of her mind.

On the platform below her had been Bradley himself, though his form wasn't highlighted to the observers. She had been able to make love to him the way she had that night, though this time on a revolving platform and under bright lights instead of in a tent in the dimming light of sunset in the mountains. Her passion, though, was the same.

She loved Bradley, and loved the way he made her feel, safe, cared for and adored. The orgasm Tabitha experienced while riding him was genuine, her slumber was as well.

After the curtain drew, Tabitha laid in Bradley's arms, with Maria and Alison nearby, quietly attending to the studio and shutting down the event. Bradley gently removed her wig and stroked her natural hair. He ran his warm hands over her naked body and laid kisses on her neck and shoulders.

Tabitha stirred under Bradley's caresses and enjoyed being pampered, languidly rolling onto her back, encouraging Bradley to lavish attention on her breasts. While continuing kissing the nape of Tabitha's neck, he traced his fingers over the outsides of her breasts, her sides and her abdomen. Tabitha's skin responded in goose bumps and she sighed her praise of his efforts. She knew he was teasing her slowly.

Tabitha was all too happy to lay back and enjoy the build up to what was always a shuddering climax.

In time, she felt more hands, on her thighs and calves, followed by light kisses on her forehead, face and lips.

Tabitha loved kissing. She always felt that kissing was the most intimate contact. She could sink into a kiss forever. She knew this set of lips immediately....it was Alison. From that first night together, she had been hooked...Alison was intoxicating to kiss. She felt Alison's lips against hers, first lightly, then soon, more insistently.

Alison and Tabitha were quickly transported to that first weekend together. They spent so much of that time lost in deep kisses, which were in their own way just as physically satisfying as the orgasms they gave each other with their hands and tongues.

She loved Alison so much.

Lost as she was in this bliss with her lover, she began to register that another set of lips were grazing her pussy, already engorged from riding Bradley's cock just moments before.

Tabitha's nipples responded to all this attention, puckering and begging for attention. On cue, Bradley grazed one breast with his palm while taking the other into his. The combined stimulation was yet another first in her life, and the effect left her in rapture.

She ran her hands through Alison's hair as they sank into a deeper and deeper make out session. The rest of her body was laid open and she joyfully accepted every touch and she was in no hurry for this to end. Most of Tabitha's orgasms had been earth-shaking, had come on quickly, almost violently. This impending orgasm, though, was like a tsunami...building slowly, but steadily. When it finally hit, it was powerful, overwhelming, deep and long. She was in the throes of climaxing for a full minute, leaving her tingling, warm and grateful.

How had she been so lucky to find so much happiness? She refused to question it.