John slowly slipped outside of me. One became two.
My decision to display myself had changed our life together. My soul lay naked when I told him of my desire. I gave up control, willingly. He took it, steadfastly. And we were happy, ardent, and very much in love.
The results of the photo shoot, John's first "assignment" for me, were spectacular. John said that he saw a lot of different aspects of me in the pictures. There was the shy woman, the flirty, sensual woman, the embarrassed and humiliated woman, and the hot, sexy woman.
My anticipation about my next exhibitionist adventure was mounting every day. I have to admit that my first exposure had been more thrilling than I had imagined it would be. What was more surprising was the range of emotions I had felt. Now, I was waiting for John to tell me what to do next.
Two days later, the waiting was over. Like the first time, John had left an email message instructing me to look in a particular book. I found the book and the next assignment scrawled on a piece of paper and read it eagerly.
"Carol, my love, a group of business executives in the city holds an annual auction for charity. It's an adults-only affair, very swank, and they raise a lot of money. The master of ceremonies needs an assistant on stage next Friday evening to help him handle the bidding. I've arranged for you to be the assistant. The attire you will wear is hanging in the guest room closet. The time and place and emcee's name are there too. Enjoy!"
"What's so daring about this?" I said aloud. I walked to the guest room and opened the closet. There, in front of me, was a floor-length gold two-piece outfit, so sheer that I could see my hand through the material. A matching bra and thong completed the ensemble. The clothes were stunning and I quickly stripped off my running togs to try them on.
"These look great!" I thought, as I gazed in a mirror. The curves of my body were plainly visible under the clinging cloth. The undergarments disappeared in the color of the blouse and skirt. Two layers of fabric concealed what one layer revealed. I could see my nipples and pussy when I had just the bra and thong on. Even with the complete outfit, my pointed nipples and nicely-trimmed mound caught the material when I moved certain ways.
"John," I thought, "you're a devil, but this will be fun. I get to stand in front of a group for awhile, knowing what little I have on and knowing that the audience can almost see beneath my clothing. Exposed, but not exposed."
I smiled. This was different from what I expected John to propose for my second time out, but I think it's an example of how he wanted to help me and still have me keep my self-respect.
On Friday afternoon, I spent a leisurely time soaking in the tub and then getting ready for the auction. When John got home, I was ready to go.
"Honey, you look magnificent! That outfit was made for you. You're gonna knock them out, standing on that stage." He kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Thanks, love," I said. "I'm getting really excited to be up on the stage. I wish you could be there to see me."
"Me, too," he said.
We drove to the Executive Club where a valet helped me out of the car. I blew a kiss to John and caught a risqué glint in his eye. I waved as he pulled away.
I was quite aware of the looks I got as I walked into the Executive Club. My exuberance, though, was tempered by the fact that I was not in complete control. In spite of everything good, I still had these conflicting thoughts. Here I was, in a situation not of my own design. Sure, I wanted to be on display. That's why I'm doing this. But John told me where to go and what to wear and what to do. Soon, I was going to be on a stage helping run an auction. People in the audience will see how my clothes strongly suggest what's underneath. I won't be able to hide or cover myself with a coat.
I can't figure it out. I love the feeling of being exposed. It's thrilling and embarrassing at the same time. Doing it at another person's direction enhances everything. Sometimes, though, I think my desire is becoming an obsession.
A valet met me in the lobby of the Club and escorted me to the manager's office to meet the man who would conduct the auction. Sammy Moore is a roly-poly man with a lascivious grin, roving eyes, and a bawdy sense of humor. I felt naked standing there as he went over my duties as his assistant. Naked and thrilled and embarrassed. And we weren't even on stage yet. Sammy offered me some wine which I gladly accepted. I wanted to lose a bit of my natural inhibition. After a few more minutes of off-color jokes, it was showtime.
We entered the backstage area and Sammy told me to wait in the wings while he opened the show with a comedy routine. He's really good, I must confess. The audience was rolling with laughter. Then, it hit me. The audience was all men. I was the only woman in the entire building! That strange combination of emotions rushed through me again.
Sammy was encouraging the crowd to be generous in their bids for the auction items. Then, he began introducing me.
"Gentlemen, it's customary for me to have an assistant at our annual auction and tonight is no exception. Please welcome the beautiful and sexy Carol."
