Sal's photography group had an evening, a few days later, out in the town photographing buildings. How strange for Sal to walk with the group in that very shopping mall where she had walked almost naked and even to see again and photograph from interesting angles the building where she had been spread across a desk naked and exposed to men. Sal found the visit a really good evening, enjoying the late summer light on concrete and brick. The group seemed, though, to be a little dissatisfied and to want to return to softer, nude studies rather than hard buildings. The members wanted the young black boy to be photographed again.
The young man who had brought the model along seemed to Sal to not really be promoting the financial interest of his friend. He did not immediately volunteer his friend. Surely the black lad wanted the work? Towards the end of the evening as the group were packing up and talking of a drink before going home, Sal spoke to him. He explained, a little red faced that the black lad would be happy to do the same again only, only he feared erecting again. It was so sweet seeing the lad look down at the ground when he said the word 'erecting.' Sal, though, was pretty sure that was exactly what the group was hoping would happen! She too would not be averse to seeing it again or, she thought, this other young man's own erection.
"Perhaps if he... if he was to before he came to the meeting... Take away the risk."
The young man really went red at that. "He says that would be no good because he... he, it doesn't take him long to get it up again."
The difficulty the lad had in saying it all reminded Sal so much of her own easy embarrassment, yet she seemed to find it easier now to talk of sexual things, "What about in the kitchen just before he models? Or could you perhaps model, yourself?"
It was, perhaps, the last suggestion which achieved the promise of him asking his friend. A pity, the group might well have been pleased to have a different model - or better still both. A pleasing contrast of skin tones and perhaps, just perhaps, the sight of two penises rising up into the air!
"I'll ask him... and suggest, um, the kitchen."
On the evening, of course, everyone knew the black lad had been wanking in the kitchen before he posed. Everyone had seen him go in and had carried on talking as if nothing untoward was going on right where the washing up was undertaken. They had been told what would happen to prevent the embarrassing repetition of the time before. Sal had explained to Mrs. Riley who had explained to Mr. Soames who, in turn, had explained to everyone to avoid questions like 'why is he taking so long?'
It might have been, or rather would have been quicker had somebody helped him! Eventually he walked out naked and with not a hint of an erection: except, in a way, it was worse. What he had been doing was clearly betrayed when a late seepage crept from his urethra for everyone to see, just as he climbed up upon the table. 'It,' and it was what everyone was looking at, looked different in any case. It was not simply flaccid but had a 'spent,' rubbery look.
Despite the so sensible precautions against involuntary tumescence, it happened again. The young man's refraction time was clearly short and his libido high! Sal felt for him even if she could understand why he found the exposure on the table exciting as well as embarrassing. She had found the same. And it had been wonderful to see - and she knew it was not just her who thought so. Several cameras had clicked, following the progress of the erecting cock right up to the moment when, nearly pointing at the ceiling, the foreskin had rolled back of its own accord revealing the shiny, coffee brown head. The poor young man once again unable to escape, stuck on the table with the photographers all around. Stuck there with a full standing erection, and a big one at that.
"Just carry on. It'll go away." Perhaps Mrs. Riley spoke from experience. Perhaps Mr. Riley's tended to 'go away' rather easily! The young man's erection did nothing of the sort. A succession of poses all with the erection so obvious and so big. Even at the end of the session when he got off the table he was erect. Naked and erect with a group of clothed strangers. He was erect as he walked to the kitchen. It was simply magnificent in size and appearance.
His friend was not there that evening and Sal talked to the model a little when redressed and before he left, particularly about how grateful they were to him for posing. She thought, too, she should say how sorry she was at his embarrassment at his erection notwithstanding her suggestion - and she said it was her suggestion - of the wank in the kitchen. He said how awful it had been at first, like the time before, had hoped it would not happen. Sal had expressed fellow feeling, had talked of her own nervousness modelling and had said 'her reaction had been the same.' He had looked puzzled.
She had talked of her own feelings when exposed on the table and been rather amused as his eyes had gone up and down her clearly imagining what it had been like to see her posing. "I erected too. I got wet." It was a bit bold for her, but she wanted to stress fellow feeling. She felt she should explain.
He had then talked of his own feelings and wondering whether to do more nude modelling only perhaps he needed more practice so as not to react so 'strongly.' "I've thought, I had not realised... you know. I... I like being naked, not just in the shower or my bedroom. I've wanted to be naked outside but where? I live with my parents in a flat. A balcony is hardly the place - nor the park."
Sal had described her garden, her so private garden and how much she liked being out naked in it. "You're welcome to try. Come around and have a naked wander. I've even, in the early morning, gone a bit further."
"A walk!"
"It's countryside. Nobody around at that hour." She did not mention the odd Lady Godiva.
There was indecision on his face, "Might I? The idea... a garden! Is it big?"
It was a strange sort of assignation, but the young man had, indeed, come to visit a few days later as arranged. Sal had heard the knock at the door. He had been charmingly bashful, clearly a little embarrassed at why he had visited. Sal had been delighted.
"You'll find the garden very private, not overlooked at all. I'll leave you to it. Let you undress and wander in peace. I've some things to do and will come out with some coffee later. It looks a lovely day so I'm sure you'll be more than warm without clothes."
Sal left him to it. Did not even look from the window. Did not watch him undress or anything. But later she stepped out into the morning sunshine with cups of coffee for each of them. He did not see her at first.
Sal had not even peeked from a back upstairs window and certainly not used her prying camera. She truly had left him to his own devices for quite a time - and then she made coffee. Proper coffee in the old percolator her mother had used. She brought it out in two cups on a tray with a jug of milk and sugar. She had thought of taking her dress off and joining him naked in the garden but felt perhaps she should ask him first. Being seen by a clothed person seemed somehow to give a thrill. At least it did to her. Sal wondered if his seemingly ready erection might have come. She would enjoy seeing that again, perhaps he might let her photograph him like that. She thought she might take some interesting photographs with dappled shade, perhaps with him gardening with fork or spade strangely naked and even more strangely erect. Perhaps contrast his standing erection with the lupins.
The door to the garden was open, and Sal stepped through and out into the morning shade at the back of her house. Perhaps it obscured her a little from him as his eyes were accustomed to the bright sunlight, but he did not see her at first and she was able to watch him walking about. A fine figure of a man, a tall man and walking so upright and erect though not as regards his sexual organ. That seemed to have remained at rest or, at least, was at rest now. Such beautiful skin shining with a little perspiration.
Sal looked at his penis with the interest of a woman. It rolled from side to side as he walked about the garden. The scene reminded her of her earlier espying of her naked neighbour - she watching, or peeking, with the man unaware. Sal wondered what it must be like to have a penis. That so visible indicator of arousal was very much more dramatic than that of a woman. The rolling, black penis was not like that at that moment but even so, it gave her a thrill to think of not just being exposed naked but to have an involuntary erection there in front of people. What that must be like!
And then there were those dangling things below. They were sort of hidden by the lolling penis but when the penis erected they would be unobscured. Behind the obscuring penis she could see the twin organs, hanging there in their very black and wrinkled sack. Would he erect in her garden?
