This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. Having said that, this story should have enough facts for you to use your imagination to fill it in. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imagination. If you must know, I worked night shift a lot and those old programs were about the only thing that kept me awake.
I was cleaning up the contents of a bunch of boxes we had laying around in the garage when I found an old tin box. Over the years I had forgotten all about this special box. That box had been shuffled around and stuffed in other boxes over the few moves we had made and completely forgotten about. In it were some pictures from 1971/72 that brought many fond memories back. God that was a long time ago.
Those pictures were taken with the first camera I ever owned. When I got my camera, the wife had a basic little camera that you loaded 110 film in, pointed at something, and snapped away then sent it off for processing. It was pretty advanced for the day but nothing like the digital things now. Polaroid made the camera that took those pictures in the box, and the model was called the Swinger. It also had film but the advantage to it was the film was developed when you took the picture and pulled the picture out of the camera.
I think Polaroid's marketing department came up with the name swinger because this was the times when free love and a lot of sexual experimentation was going on, and there was a new openness about sexual morality and stuff like that. I had even heard a few programs on the radio where they were talking about the craze involving key parties where couples put their keys in a bowl and as the guys picked out a set, he went home for the night with the woman who belonged to those keys.
There were also a few magazines out there that were trying to take business from Playboy and a few of them were even printing pictures of wives or girlfriends that guys had submitted. I know a lot of guys wanted to jump on that bandwagon and take pictures of their girlfriends or wives to prove they had sexy girl friends/wives. It was good for a few thrills and I admit I was one of the guys that wanted to show off the wife.
Sorry, I got sidetracked there, back to the camera. Like I said, I was like a lot of guys and wanted to have my wife, Sue, pose for a few risquΓ© pictures. In addition, I always thought it would be neat to have one of those instamatic cameras so a guy wouldn't have to wait to have pictures developed. Back then, getting lewd pictures developed cost a bunch of money. That is if you could find someone to do it for you. If the law found out you had those types of picture's there was a pretty hefty fine and they took the pictures and destroyed them. An instamatic camera that developed the pictures by themselves was just what the doctor ordered.
I guess everything started by me being impulsive. I had been leaving work one day and just as I turned on the radio in the car, there was a commercial on the radio with a catchy tune advertising the Polaroid Swinger camera. I had seen the commercials on TV for the last couple of years and heard the commercials on the radio with Berry Manilow singing the jingle. The jingle was like most ad's, and had a catchy tune that a guy found himself humming at odd times. That tune was one of those ones that gets into your head and won't leave you alone. I still hear that thing every now and then and it goes.
Hey,
Meet the swinger
The Polaroid swinger
Meet the swinger
The Polaroid swinger
It's more than a camera
It's almost alive
It's only 19 dollars and 95
Swing it up
Take the shot
Count it down
Zip it off.
Then it goes through the chorus again a few times.
Yeah I know, Jingles in commercials do not really have inspiring lyrics but at least most of them have a catchy tune. If you want to get the full effect, you can goggle it.
As I drove away from work I don't know why I did it, but after hearing that jingle I headed off to the camera store where my friend Fred worked and bought one. I also got a box of film that allowed a guy to take eight pictures. I was lucky, because the camera was on sale and the price I paid was so little the store might as well have been giving them away.
I found myself driving home and thought about the main reason I had bought the camera. I had always wanted to have Sue pose for me like in those magazines. Sue was adventurous back then and thought taking pictures of us would be a thrill. But like me, she worried about getting the film developed, so that was what was holding us back on that idea. With an instamatic camera, we wouldn't have that worry so we could experiment and have some fun. So with some anxiety, and a hard on caused by thinking about this, I got home and showed Sue my purchase.