Barbara had, all of a sudden, realised that the world, especially the world of budget hotels on a weeknight, was full of people just like Darren, who up to now had been the sole beneficiary of my girlfriend's desire to expose herself to strange men. In many ways, this was way better than Darren -- there were no complications for me having to deal with the awkwardness at work of a guy who had seen my girlfriend naked.
The King's Arms had three or four candidates for her to target tonight. Once we'd finished our food, Babs' mind was immediately focused on her new mission for this evening. Within a minute she had a suitor. Within five we were sitting down beside him, Barbara's very simple approach of mistaking the guy for someone else, starting a conversation and, when hearing that he was visiting from out of town, offering some local knowledge and guidance, worked superbly.
Luke was a forty-something, married man who spent his life on the road selling construction machinery. He wasn't particularly attractive, physically, but was quite genial and very open and easy to talk to, much more talkative than Darren.
Barbara had made a couple of failed attempts to manufacture a situation where she could unlock her phone and 'accidentally' reveal a sexy snap of herself, replicating the situation I'd inadvertently caused in our first meeting with Darren. But there was no need, the conversation took her there quite naturally.
"Of course, it's all a bit backwards I guess, these days," Luke was telling us about his job. "The Construction industry I mean. Very much stuck in the eighties and nineties, very male dominated. We still give out a free 'girlie' calendar to all our customers, my bag is full of them." He gestured to a large bag under the table. "I'm surprised nobody has pulled us up for it these days."
"Girlie?" Barbara said innocently. I'd seen her ears prick up at this.
"Topless stuff, right Luke?" I volunteered. Luke nodded.
"Yes, but not just that, fully nude most months. It can be quite awkward sometimes as a lot of the office staff can be girls. But the decision makers, they are usually men, and we don't get a lot of complaints to be fair. I guess it's good advertising. The guys want the sexy pictures on the wall, and our name is there in bold font, with our number should they need anything. There's no law against it, and it does seem to work."
"Sex sells," Barbara nodded knowledgeably. She glanced at me briefly. This was a very welcome introduction to the subject she had been trying to steer the conversation towards.
"It really does," Luke replied, looking interested at Barbara's attitude. "You aren't one of the... I'll rephrase -- you don't appear to find that sort of thing distasteful?"
Barbara paused for effect, something she was learning to do expertly. Luke was very obviously hanging on her reply.
"Not at all, Luke. I mean, I know it's a different world these days, but where's the harm? These girls, it's their job, their livelihood. People like to look at pretty girls. And some girls like to be looked at. If people can make money along the way, what's the problem?"
"Well, that's exactly what I think. But I must say, it's refreshing to hear such common sense coming from a young woman -- especially one who is -- forgive me, Dan -- such a delightful sight herself. May I ask, what do you do for a living?"
We told Luke that I worked for a software company and Babs was a teacher.
"A teacher, really? You surprise me. I was expecting you to tell me you were a model!"
Luke was helping himself more than he knew. Barbara loved his uncomplicated, straight to the point way.
"Shut up! I've got nothing on the girls in your calendar, I bet. Let's have a look then, Luke." Barbara gestured at the bag. I laughed and went to the bar to get more drinks.
On my return, Barbara was flicking through each month, commenting on each picture appreciatively.
"Oh, she's lovely, isn't she," she asked Luke in an innocent tone, turning 'Miss June' to show me. The model was naked in front of a waterfall, arching her back in a tasteful pose. "It's all pretty tame though, Luke." Luke couldn't have guessed that Babs liked to spend her evenings idly flicking through hardcore magazines, and her weekends replicating what she'd been looking at.
"The way you were talking I was expecting something a bit more... explicit."
"We aren't pornographers, Barbara," Luke laughed. "I sell plant and machinery. I must say though, I'm intrigued by your attitude to this stuff, it's most refreshing." This was the second time he'd opened the door for her, and she was ready to walk through it this time.
"Well Luke, to be honest with you, it's a bit of a hobby of mine. I mean, obviously I can't compete with these girls, but I love to pose for Dan, we do a shoot most weekends."
Luke's eyes almost popped out and he spluttered slightly as he was halfway through a draught of his pint. He glanced at me, and I laughed.
"Oh! I see. Well..." He looked tongue tied for a minute. "That's got me a little flustered, I must say!" Barbara simply smiled at him sweetly. He thought again for a few seconds. "I'm sure plenty of beautiful girls like you get up to all sorts of interesting stuff, but hearing it from you like that, well..." He turned to me, and I was amused to see how much such a brief, short sentence could affect this man so profoundly.
"Another drink?"
Luke went to the bar, and I shared a quick, excited and amused moment with Barbara.
"I love this!" she beamed at me. "He's so different to Darren, isn't he? It's lovely hearing how appreciative he is, I'm going to enjoy what comes next so much!"
"Not half as much as he is!" I joked. But actually, I doubted whether anyone could enjoy this as much as my girlfriend. She was alive, the little hairs on her arms were standing on end, her nipples were threatening to tear through her tight orange top, and I knew she'd be getting very wet between her legs.
Luke was back now. The few minutes at the bar had given him a chance to gather himself.
"Well, where were we?" he smiled at both of us. "Dan, can I please just say that I think your girlfriend is an incredible lady, and you are an enormously lucky man to have her. I can only imagine the times you must share together. Is it wrong of me to ask -- these shoots you do..."
I knew where this was going, and it was somewhere Luke could only dream of. I helped move things along a bit quicker.
"Yeah Luke, let's just lay the cards on the table," I laughed. "Barbara loves posing for pictures. And I love taking them, and love that she likes it so much."
"And," Barbara put on a sexy, mock-shy expression. "I'm a bit of a show-off, if I'm honest. Luke," she leaned over to him, and whispered loudly. "Would you like to see some of my pictures?" Her face was now a picture of innocence, as if she was asking if he wanted to see a picture of her dog.
"Oh well!" Luke said, looking at me for approval, which I gave with a nod and a smile. "That sounds amazing!"
Barbara started with a fairly tame set, and Luke was extremely vocal and appreciative of what she was showing him. Because she was enjoying things so much, she took things a little further than she'd done with Darren. After around an hour of nudes not too dissimilar to those Luke was peddling on his calendars, she upped the ante a little.
"We've got thousands of pictures, Luke, and most of them are quite a bit more... I mean, show quite a bit more. Do you want to see?"
And so, Barbara began revealing more of herself to this stranger who we'd met only a couple of hours previously. She loved commenting on what he was seeing, what she was happily showing him.
"This is quite a bit more explicit than the calendars, isn't' it, Luke?" she smiled at a shot of her on our lawn, open legged with her bare pussy vividly on display in the bright sunlight. Many similar pictures followed before she pushed things further again.
"Dan loves it when I do this, stretch myself wide open for him," she murmured, again the tone more suited to showing off pictures of her new kitchen than sexually explicit pictures of herself. Luke was sweating slightly, I'd noticed, and kept shifting awkwardly in his seat. His comments had dried up, he was just absorbing each new view of my girlfriend's private parts in silent reverence.
Barbara found picture after picture of herself in different outfits. In each she'd inevitably be staring straight into the camera, proudly displaying what most girls would keep very much hidden, well-kept and varnished nails upon fingers pulling her pussy wide open for the camera. I knew that at the forefront of her mind when posing for these pictures was the hope that, one day, we'd be in a position just like the one we found ourselves in right now.
"God, I love this, you know," she said to nobody in particular. "Just me, totally open and on display."
She was super horny. We all were. I was hard as iron and Luke's continual readjustments in his seated position gave away his own arousal. I knew that Barbara would be absolutely dripping by now. The bar was closed, and we had a few minutes to finish up and leave the premises. Barbara continued to push things.
"I have to ask, Luke, do you like my pictures?"
"I think I can honestly say that I've never seen anything quite like them. I mean, obviously I've seen girls -- in magazines, on videos, that sort of thing. But you are real, Barbara. You are an amazing woman!"
Barbara wanted more.
"Thanks Luke. Dan always says I'll get guys hard, but I don't believe him. I mean, I know I get Dan hard, but I'd love to know if I have the same effect on other guys too."
"Oh, I can assure you, Barbara," Luke glanced down at his crotch, "You most definitely have a very favourable effect on me, and I'm sure any other men you meet."
