There have been several times when I have enjoyed having pictures taken. Usually with friends or partners, sometimes outdoors, by strangers catching me when I've given in to my exhibitionist side. One memorable encounter was with a colleague with a camera ready to take photos of everything from wildlife to aeroplanes, castles, and rivers.
On company trips, you'd find him with a camera hung around his neck. Despite being nerdy, he had produced a 'calendar girls' semi-nude calendar for charity. He told me about it one lunchtime, and I said, "That sounds great. I wish I'd been there to pose." He gave me a strange look because, as far as my work, I can come across as a bit stern and serious. I take pride in what I do, having built up my own consultancy, and I'm professional regarding accounts. Still, I also have a fun, naughty side that is sometimes hard to suppress. I leaned close and whispered. "I have done nude shoots before." I expected him to be shocked, but he just said, "Amateur or professional?" His interest in photography was of more importance than the fact I'd posed. "Both," I said and left him to ponder that.
A few weeks later, it was national red nose day. I usually avoid getting caught up in those things, but the guys I worked with insisted they'd buy me something to wear if I didn't dress up. I didn't, and they did, presenting me with an Amazon package and betting me fifty pounds I wouldn't wear it. I opened it in my office, and being typical lads, they had bought a naughty schoolgirl outfit, thinking I'd pay a forfeit rather than wear it. They thought wrong. Red nose day was also the week before my consultancy ended, and I'd move on, so it was time to have some fun.
I put the blouse on, short-sleeved and a little snug, so I couldn't do up the top buttons, which left it half open. I wore a dark blue bra that showed through, looking sexy with the amount of cleavage on show. The skirt was very short, plaid and pleated, and my panties would be on display if I leaned forward even a little. Luckily I had worn some.
The 'outfit' was completed with a blazer and white over-the-knee stockings, which went well with my heels. The outfit was skimpy, inappropriate and ideal for an exhibitionist, and I hadn't chosen it, so I couldn't be criticised for wearing it. Walking out into the main office, there was a moment of disbelief that I'd put it on, followed by a cheer and clapping.
The afternoon was fun as I 'accidentally' forgot how short my skirt was. I flashed my panties when I sat on the edge of a desk, bent over to pick up my pen, and reached for copier paper on a top shelf. I wasn't sure if the panty flashes or the vast expanse of my breasts was talked about the most, but I wished I had worn a skimpy thong.
The camera nerd had been chasing me for a photo for the company magazine, as he'd been taking them of everyone who had dressed up. It was late when he finally cornered me in my office. I'd anticipated his visit and had already taken off my bra so that the dark shape of my nipples could be seen through it. I sat on the desk, showing a lot of thigh, the blouse gaping so that most of my breasts could be seen.
He paused and said. "Are you sure you don't want to sit a bit less..." he searched for the polite thing to say. "Exposed?" I said, then smiled. "No, and I'm not as exposed as I have been in past photos." He shrugged and took a picture. I shifted position and bent forward over the desk, letting my skirt ride over my thighs to the edge of my panties, just showing the curve of my cheek. "How about this instead?" This time he flushed but still took a picture.
"Or this." I turned and lifted the front edge of the skirt, just showing my panties. There was only the slightest hesitation before he brought the camera up. I could see he was a little excited. I was aroused from my exhibitionist afternoon, the comments I'd eavesdropped on about my panties, breasts, and what some office guys would like to do to me.
