This is a slightly unusual story for me, but I hope you like it. It's a story that was told to me by someone who is definitely an exhibitionist and wants her story told but wants to remain anonymous. I was delighted that she chose me to turn her story into prose and publish it here. Did everything that's written here really happen? Only the girl knows. As she told me the story in a series of texts, she told me how excited she was...
Oh, you want to know a little about me? Well, I love to show off, but I guess that's obvious? I mean, you saw me with my friends in the department store, didn't you? We were covered, but only just; out to "get attention" but to be fun and have fun doing it. Just wearing short dresses and high shoes with nothing underneath. Most of the big stores have restaurants so we had some wine and food then wandered around,
We were trying to be nice about getting attention, but it doesn't matter what I am doing, I love to be watched, so we started by just making our dresses lift up, show a little bit of bum, nothing too naughty.
Then we had a few drinks and went out shopping again. I was starting to get in the swing, feeling the mood and starting to feel sexy and horny. I should say, I am not the best with midday drinks and I was a little bit naughty after we had our drinks. So we started walking around and I saw a Lazy Boy type chair and I went to sit in it. I made a mistake and I didn't realise how deep they are. As I sat down, the chair rocked backwards and my legs flew open.
That was when you saw me, wasn't it? You just looked at me, staring at my legs spread wide open showing my bare pussy. My friend M told me off for changing the rules and helped me out of the chair. After that we did what we wanted to do, but we all had to agree first. My other friend, S found a bed she liked, so she laid down on it, which made her skirt lift up and she flashed her bum fully, so M and I did it as well. Then they both took turns in the chair I'd found and flashed you. I saw that you'd stayed around, watching us, taking a look at our pussies and arses as we showed them. It was fun - and extra hot to have an audience.
M wanted to see the showers, so we went there. We passed the restaurant again so we had another glass of wine, then we went to the shower department. I am not a good drinker, and I tend to mix my drinks, a cocktail, then a coke or sprite, but today, I had 4 glasses of wine and I was tipsy, which made me lose all my inhibitions. M challenged me to do a real shower, if we could find somewhere hidden away from full view. I hate to lose, and certainly not to a dare from M, so I said yes. We found a shower, took a look around and I walked inside it and dropped my dress to the floor. I stood there, naked apart from my boots and I told M she had to do the same. I put my dress back on and M walked in, dropped her skirt and pulled her top up, showing her tits to the world - I guess that's when you came around the corner?
S said that she would not do that, so we told her that she had to sit in the front of the taxi on the way to the cocktail bar. Getting naked in the store made me really horny - well I was horny anyway but taking my dress off just made it worse. The idea of being seen, fully naked in a public place is such a turn on. You seeing us there and now telling you about it is also naughty and feels so sexy. I'm getting wet as I tell you about it and I just have to touch my pussy a little...
Oh, where was I - well all 3 of us flashed the taxi driver. I was a little tipsy in the taxi and I spread my legs and kissed M; did I tell you I was bi-sexual as well? I love to kiss M and to do that while I could see the taxi-driver look at us in his rear-view mirror made me feel as wet as I do now. Well, maybe I was a bit more than tipsy!
I know you want to hear more about what happened in the cocktail bar but I'll save that for another time.
I want to tell you about the first time I had my photographs taken. It's a hot story and I want you to get excited while I tell you about it. Take your cock out and tell me what you're doing as I tell you the story. I found a guy who was happy with my rules, about anonymity and what I wanted to wear, how much I was prepared to show and so on - I wasn't so uninhibited then as I am now. And I also wanted him to use my camera, because I wanted to have the photos and have control over who sees them. The first shooting was in Wicked Weasel bikinis, my favourite (Pink Flower Camo) and the red 2012 Birthday bikini, I used the 449 style and not the 457. After this first time, I have had my photo taken many times, but mostly by my boyfriends and girlfriends and now by my man.
I have to say that I was nervous, my first time with a real photographer, someone who would ask me or even tell me how to pose. He was a nice guy, younger than me, well built. I remember he had amazing blue eyes, He wasn't really my type of man, very handsome but he is married and really too gentle for me. I like a man to take control. We chatted about what I wanted, he checked my camera and we started. I have to admit that I can wear a WW bikini on a beach and not feel out of place but I was unsure of what to do in a studio in front of a camera.
I remember that I just stood in front of him and asked, "Now what?" He told me to relax; I could sit or stand or lie down, anything that would help me relax and enjoy the afternoon. He started asking me questions and told me he had looked at the WW Website and asked if I would like to try some of the poses, I was hoping to use some of the photos for a gallery, so we went outside and I put a beach towel down and I laid down on my belly facing him. I think we did 20 mins like that, different poses, (feet up, feet crossed, body poses). Then he asked me to put my hands under my chin and lift my chest up with my arms and rest on my elbows, I did that and after a few seconds of him taking photos, I thought, "In this pose he can get some photos of my boobs," which excited me a little. He was saying that I looked great so he was very enthusiastic and supportive.
He moved behind me and started taking photos of my bum. He kept telling me that every time I heard the camera 'click' I should move, or he would end up with every photo looking the same.
He said that I looked fantastic and had a great bum and I should show it off more, lift it up, move my legs, lift my legs up and cross my feet, so I did that (even wearing a 449 thong style bikini). WW bikinis are small and you can show a lot even when you are not trying to.
He told me to turn over, while he stayed at my feet and took photos (sit up, lay back on my elbows, bring my knees together, spread my feet). He was basically trying to get photos of my pussy. I enjoyed the thought of that and was starting to feel turned on so I let him and opened my legs a little more. I heard the camera clicking and I remember turning my head round and seeing his eyes get wide.
Does that turn you on to think of this strange photographer trying to take pictures of my pussy? Is your cock hard yet?
I said that I would like to change bikini and do some photos inside, so I changed into my red Birthday bikini and we did more of the same, front, back, showing my bum, showing off my bikini top (as the colour looked good on me). I was white as a ghost - I hadn't been near a beach or the sun for ages, but my nipples were hard and poking out under my top.
We finished with me sitting on a chair facing him with my hands over the back and legs wide open out to the sides facing him. A little bit was hidden, but I heard him breathe in sharply when he looked at me through the camera lens. I found out why when I checked the photos. I think 10 photos sitting then more photos of me standing with the chair between my legs and then we finished. He gave me the camera and his work card and wrote his mobile number on it. I was quite worked up during the shoot and wished it had gone on longer. When I saw the pictures, I was amazed how I looked and how much the suits revealed of me. I guess that was the second step on realising that I really loved showing off in tiny bikinis - or less.
I had enjoyed the experience, but I knew now that I wanted more and that I had got such a thrill out of posing that I wanted to do it again with someone better - someone I could imagine having sex with. Even if nothing happened, I wanted to think about it when I was in front of the camera as I knew that would give better pictures. I told my friend M about the photos and what I wanted. She told me of a website where photographers who wanted models would post pictures of their work so you could see how good they were before you agreed to model for them. We looked through and we found so many, so I wrote to 6 guys and waited for answers, I asked all of them the same things. Did they know WW? Would they use my camera? Studio or outside? And I asked for a photo of them. I got some e-mails back with everything I wanted to know and photos of the guys. I choose the guy who looked sexy and that I thought that I would want to show off for. Brown hair and eyes, great smile, He didn't know WW but said a bikini photoshoot is a bikini photoshoot. I thought I'd be able to educate him that not all bikinis are the same. We set a date on a Sunday when I would have the house to myself for the whole day. Before the day, M and I went out and she took photos of me in WW and sometimes less, so I would be more relaxed.
The time was set for 10.00 and I would be alone until 21.00. The day before, I went and got waxed, my hair done, nails, feet, everything. I had a bath, got dressed in a very loose summer dress (tight clothes leave marks!) and waited for him to arrive. He was 20 or 30 minutes early, so we had plenty of time to talk about the style of photos and if I had ideas for poses. I didn't, so I told him I wanted pictures for galleries and that he could see the WW website and have a look and get some ideas. He was a huge guy; big hands, big shoulders, big everything, so I gave him my laptop and opened up WW.