Some years ago, I visited Barcelona. It was a terrific trip, and I enjoyed walking late at night down the Ramblas, taking in the sights and smells. In particular, I was fascinated by the live statues that we encountered. Young men and women would paint themselves the color of marble or bronze and strike poses reminiscent of classical Greek sculpture. They were often in pairs and were sparsely clad. The women usually wore a thong and skimpy bra, and the men donned only loin cloth or, on occasion, just a flap of cloth covering their fronts. Unfailingly, their bodies were luscious.
Every so often, usually on a side street, we would come across a woman who had removed her top. Sometimes, there would be a man posing with her. I found it very erotic to see a woman exposing her breasts in public, especially under the gaze of a watchful male audience.
On one occasion, we came across a beautiful, full buxom woman posing in a way that gave prominence to her large breasts. The man, who was wearing only a small cloth covering his front, stood a few feet from her eyeing her features. After they broke the pose, I approached the man and offered him a fairly large tip if he would remove the cloth covering his loins and pose with me. To my surprise, because I had not seen any naked male models during my time in Barcelona, he accepted.
When he dropped his "fig leaf," I notice that he had also covered his privates with a paint that resembled marble and that he was reasonably well endowed. As I walked toward him, I asked my husband to take pictures of us. I don't know how innocent a grown, fully dressed woman draping herself of a completely nude man can look, but my intentions were anything but.
I must admit that I know a thing or two about how to arouse a man, and it was my intention to put on a show. I rubbed my large breast against his arm and let my other hand dangle down his back side. When we changed poses, I brushed up against his penis and felt him respond. Finally, when I was sure that his fire was lit, I took several steps back from him and let my gaze lock on to his gorgeous penis. Almost immediately, his penis lengthened and began to rise. In no time, he was at full erection. It was clearly something he had not planned for, and he tried to nonchalantly cover his arousal. I however shook my head no and insisted that he remain exposed as he was. It was truly a magnificent sight.
That night, after making love with my husband, my mind returned to the experience of that afternoon. I began to wonder, for the first time I think, what it must be like to be a man standing exposed in public. I tried to place myself in his body and to experience what it must have felt like to be exposed in that way. Not surprisingly, I ran into a block. How could I imagine what it must be like to be a man when I am a woman? My only recourse was to begin with my own experiences.
