I have to admit I am proud of myself so far, have kept my cock in a semi soft state, a noticeable lump in my swimsuit. Although your red panties are smaller than my suit your tantalizing bare metal treasure is still a secret, but not for much longer.
We refill our wine glasses and discuss where we should start shooting the nude portion. Ned thinks the lighting is great for outdoor shots and the blanket is already down.
"Want to start with some splendor in the grass." I inquire and you laugh, looking over your shoulder at the others.
"Steve darling, do you have any more joints?" you ask and in seconds you are inhaling. Ned dutifully brings you a full glass of wine then fills the rest of us. Everyone has a quick toke then it's back to you. One more outrageous drag, hold it forever then abruptly exhale. Your eyes look dreamy, your lips slightly swollen and a delicious wet pink, hell, we all want to see you naked. Ned and Steve are adjusting lights as you take the last sip of wine, your eyes on me. I grin nervously, then slip off my swimsuit, my eyes only on you as I can't remember being naked in front of so many strangers since we were on a nude beach years ago.
'Looking good big boy." you tease, handing Sonia your wine glass, stripping off your robe. Your eyes match mine as your fingers move down to your hips, finding the tiny silk strands, hesitating for a second, then quickly pulling the bows free. You spread your legs just enough and gently tug on the moist strip of silk caressing your sex and suddenly you are nude, sensuously bare, your provocative mound overlooking your swollen, aroused labia, the slit between a glistening cleft of deep coral pink.
"Fuck, Bald Cunt." we both hear Steve exclaim, I smile but you react differently, a shiver of pleasure courses through your body, sexual electricity making you tingle with excitement that you have effected him so deeply, I can see your lips thicken even more, love juice seeping from between.
We start to move to the meadow, hand in hand when Tess hollers for us to hold up. She and Sonia confer, looking at us, then engage Ned also. More discussions, more looks, the whole group moving towards us.
"We know you two want this to be a memory that you will treasure forever," Ned explains, "but the girls have a problem."
"You look like you just stepped out of the future." Tess tells you as Sonia passes you your robe, "Pale, smooth, painted, sophisticated."
She turns to me and I'm pretty sure she is not going to be as encouraging.
"You don't fit at all with her." she declares, "you have an good body, well, except for your ass, but no one can tell you're so furry."
You are giggling uncontrollably,"He's my hairy monkey." you explain, "You will never get him to shave it off."
"It would take a week to clean all of him up but at least let us do a little manscaping." Tess asks, her eyes moving to my crotch.
I let my eyes also drop, quite aware that now I am the only naked person here. Not that I'm a big hair fan, it's more that I'm lazy and don't want to have an ongoing maintenance plan. I know others that are cleaned up but I thought it was more the younger generation that kept themselves provocatively groomed. I look to you for some guidance and just get a suggestive little smirk.
"I'm used to you hairy and I like it but I've also been with smooth men," you volunteer, "I can handle it either way."
You saunter over to me, exaggerating your hip swing, a seductive smile on your face as you gently cup my balls for a second.
"Will make you look bigger for the camera." you tease.
"I thought the camera added ten pounds." I counter, checking out my pubic patch, "not adding ten inches."
"You wish adding ten, " you cackle, "Yeah fuck, I wish too!" Your eyes dart to Steve's package for a second.
Tess ends it all by grabbing my hand and pulling me back to the house, the rest of you following. The girls have me stand in the bathtub with my ass against the wall and my hands on the curtain rod. The three of you are staring at my crotch and I can't help it, my cock twitches involuntarily.
"See even Peter wants a trim." Tess laughs as she pulls her dress over her head and grabs some scissors.