It seemed the members of the photography club had really enjoyed the change from showing their photographs of wildlife or still life and wanted to photograph the nude again. The question had come whether Sal would 'mind' posing a second time. Members who had not been at the first shoot were particularly keen and Mr. Soames certainly was full of praise for Sal. She had eventually agreed, not as reluctantly as once she would have done, indeed had felt a certain hesitation was appropriate even if her mind was all for immediate agreement. She would have been cross, in fact, if someone else, perhaps Mrs. Riley or even Mr. Soames, had volunteered.
Sal had showered and dressed in an easy to remove dress not even bothering with panties. It had been strange driving into town to the club gathering and getting out of her car with no panties on. Her mind was on the meeting as she opened the driver's door and swung her leg out to get out of the car. It was not a large car and it was always a bit of a manoeuvre to get herself out. She was not as careful as she would normally have been in a dress - normally when she would have had panties on, that so essential need to keep legs together. The man approaching her across the half empty car park must have got an 'eyeful,' an eyeful of Sal's open legs and exposed sex beneath a rather rucked up light cotton dress. His face betrayed what he had seen. Of course, he said nothing, just carried on to his car but Sal, somewhat suddenly flustered and embarrassed, could see how he had stared and then turned back to look at her. She was sure he was watching her lock her car and walk away across the car park. She had the distinct feeling of being watched, that every movement of her buttocks under her light dress were being examined. A few weeks before she would have been horrified, unable to get the thought of a man seeing up her skirt out of her mind. In a way this was still the case: but now she was rather excited by the thought. A stranger had got a most improper view and she had liked it. Moreover, she was also about to be seen totally naked, if not by strangers then certainly by some people she did not know very well at all. There might even be new members of the club present. There were!
The polish upon the old mahogany table in the centre of the hall was impressive. The old dining table had been at one corner of the room for every meeting she had been to. Normally covered in a cloth and used for their tea things, it had been brought out and given pride of place in the centre of the hall. Sal was sure the polishing - and the smell of bee's wax and turpentine was strong - had been Mrs. Riley's doing.
Gone were the soft furnishings, the chaise longue and the carpet. The idea of the study was the contrast between the polished hardness of the mahogany table and the softness of naked skin - Sal's naked skin. The gorgeous deep red brown of the table and the comparative paleness of Sal's skin, though her recent visit to Weston Mouth had perhaps bronzed it a little. Whether the members noticed the change was doubtful. There was, of course, no tell-tale distinguishment between skin covered by bikini or bathing costume - Sal had not been wearing any. Once more Sal removed her clothes in the kitchen and stood naked where she had so many times washed up after the club's meeting.
Again, a little steeling of herself. Sal was about to walk out into the hall and be the only one naked - and it was not just the usual members. A married couple had joined and two new men, one rather elderly, the other possibly still at school. She found the idea both unnerving and exciting all at the same time. It was like on the beach showing herself to strangers but this time the strangers were not naked - though nor had been the two young lads who had ogled her by the rock pools - everyone but her was fully clothed, if in light summer clothes. Sal stepped out and everyone turned to see.
It was like a jolt of electricity, a stab at her body right from her clitoris, an unexpected physical high. Sal did not, but it was almost like she was walking on tiptoes towards the polished table.
And then there was the getting up onto the table. Walking to it was the easy bit but she was to pose upon it. Like getting out of a car in a skirt, how did one climb upon a table with dignity with a skirt: or indeed out of a skirt or anything at all? She reversed onto it. Her bottom on the table, a bit of a jump and she was sitting there, but she was suddenly conscious of just what the effect had been on her breasts - they had bounced up and down. She swung her legs up - tightly closed and asked, "how do you want me?"
She meant what pose but there was another interpretation - a naked woman lying down and asking, 'how do you want me?' There was not a hint of a snigger, not so much of a wider smile from anyone but Sal was sure the double entendre had not been missed.
The club wanted a contrast of textures and changes of pose. Sal, at first, lay on her left elbow on the polished-wood dining-room table, lower leg straight and her right bent at the knee not quite at right angles to the left leg. The pose concealed her mons and curls. The club members moved about around her, getting in each other's way and discussing camera angles lighting and so on while they did their thing. Although Sal had been listening to them at first, her attention had now been usurped by awareness of contact between her stiffened left nipple and her forearm. What she wanted to do was rub her arm across her nipple, to and fro, but she knew if she did that more than once it would look like a sexual action - and indeed it would be! Between her legs her sex was getting rapidly wetter. Sal hoped nobody's sense of smell was refined enough to catch a hint of her arousal. It was one of the differences between people and cats and dogs - the acuteness of the sense of smell. Sal smiled, and several members' cameras clicked to catch that. She was not covered in fur either and did not have a tail extending from her backbone all pleasingly curled upon the mahogany. Neither a dog nor a cat would have missed her arousal - Sal coming into 'heat,' so to speak.
In a way, Sal was desperately hoping no-one noticed her arousal, yet she had a strange urge to reveal it. An urge to open her legs and display her now swollen labia and prominent clitoris and pinkly wet sex. What she would, moreover, have really liked was being touched there. A stray comment from Mrs. Riley came to her ears. It was about the whole object of the nude study, the contrast of the polished hardness of the mahogany and soft skin. But to her mind came not the thought of the polished table but an image of a beautifully polished wooden dildo, perhaps an antique, so realistically carved in red brown mahogany and polished conceivably by Mrs. Riley with the cloth she had used to polish the table but perhaps also by centuries of use! The thought of that being used upon her. It being pushed into her as she lay - helpless maybe in sexual need - upon the table. Mrs. Riley could do the deed, or Mr. Soames or one or two of the new members. That, or a real penis. The thought of her being photographed whilst copulating, the thought of being photographed as her virginity was taken. The thought of having a real penis inside her moving and pleasuring her was - exciting!
At the foot of the table she could see two of the new members, the older man and the almost boy, cameras raised. Sal, on impulse, moved position. It was a languid change, she straightened her right leg, bringing her curls into general view but as she turned to lie on her other side she did not keep her knees together. Rather she let them slowly fall open as she turned over giving the older man and lad a real view between her legs. The older man was the quicker. His camera clicked.
Sal settled herself on her left elbow keeping her face impassive but watching the two men's reaction. There was a definite look of pleasure on the older man's face and the boy's eyes had widened. Sal felt a real thrill. She had exposed not just her most intimate parts to the two, but they would have seen her wet arousal. It was exciting. A strange, so sexual excitement. Moreover, she had felt her nether lips part, their wetness had held them together until she had really parted her legs. It must have been a bit like the opening of a flower to the two men. Had she made them erect? The idea was pleasing.
Her mind drifted back to the beach, to Chloe and Paul and what she had seen them do. She had watched sexual intercourse, seen Paul tonguing Chloe's sex. She had seen a great deal and photographed it all. Back home she had the photographs and, as promised, had sent them to the couple. She had had a lovely reply, seemingly from Paul. It had described what he thought of Chloe in rather intimate detail. He had become almost poetic in describing his girlfriend's sex. Sal had enjoyed that. He had said they hoped to see her on the beach again.
It was rather wonderful being so exposed upon the table and letting her thoughts run a little riot in her head. Sexual thoughts, thoughts of sexual intercourse and naked bodies. How she found she did enjoy being naked with others. Again, a thought of the two swimming costumed lads on the beach and their so obvious erections. How good it would have been had she got them to expose themselves and perhaps let her make them come - one in each hand! Was she being greedy - Chloe had, after all, let her make Paul come. It had been her own hand grasped around his cock - his lovely cock - and moving it whilst she cupped his warm balls that had made it come, no doubt with more than a little help from Chloe's mouth. And what would that be like - having a man come in her mouth? What would it be like having a man in her mouth? Would perhaps Chloe have let her try? Perhaps not, but they had not been on the beach the next day for her to ask... not that she would have done, her natural shyness would have prevented that! It was a good thought to have, there on the mahogany table. Perhaps Chloe would have offered. The thought of the two of them passing Paul's erection from one to the other like girls sharing a cigarette - not that Sal smoked!
