Not too long ago my wife had the idea of traveling to a resort town in the midwest. It is the type of town that offers antique shopping, hillbilly shows, country music and shops that sell small homemade crafts. Not exactly my type of long weekend trip. I had no interest in this trip whatsoever. However, she convinced me we could make it exciting for both of us. My wife and I are in our late twenties and work out regularly. Susan is 5'2", weighs 105 lbs, 34D, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Needless to say she attracts attention wherever we go and no matter how she is dressed. When she wants to, she can dress to kill.
Susan and I have a very active sex life. We like to make love in very unusual places, where there is a chance we could get caught. It has always been a fantasy of ours to make love in a public place knowing someone is watching, but without it being obvious we know they are there. However, this was just a fantasy and we knew we could not actually go through with it. We have never involved anyone directly in our sex life except for the occasional flashing Susan loves to do.
Susan loves to show off her body. She wears the type of cloths that reveal all of her lovely curves and an occasional "see through" dress. I love for Susan to wear a short skirt or dress with no underwear and flash men whenever she is in the mood. She has flashed the young shoe salesmen, pizza delivery boys, waiters, truck drivers, bellmen and various other men as we were traveling. This is exactly what she meant by making the otherwise boring trip to the midwestern resort area interesting for both of us. It is also exactly how she talked me into making the trip.
We arrived at the hotel around 2:00 PM and Susan changed into a very sexy, short, transparent beige sundress with no underwear. Now I have an interest in walking up and down the street shopping for whatever she is interested in shopping for. We drank margaritas all day and hit almost every little shop in town. The men on the street and in the shops got an eye full all day long and I was loving it. She and I were both very excited and I was ready to go back to the hotel by nine o'clock. Susan still wanted to see what else the town had to offer and told me I would be even more ready later. I don't think I could have been any more ready. As usual, I was wrong.
Along the strip we noticed an Old Time Photography Studio and decided to check it out. We poured another margarita and went inside. The photographer was a tall thin young man in his early thirties. He spoke to us as we walked in and took a double take at Susan. He told us he was almost finished with the family he was with and that it was almost closing time, but if we could find a costume right away he would take a few pictures.
I was very excited about the prospects. Susan told me she needed to talk to me before the photographer took any pictures. We stepped outside and she told me to remember she did not have a bra or panties on. How could I forget, I asked her. She was concerned about changing into one of the very revealing costumes with no way to hide anything. I explained the only difference in that and what she had been doing all day was a captive audience. Flashing the photographer wasn't the part that bothered her, it was the fact that she would have no way to cover up in some of the costumes when she wanted to. I told her to just go for it. It is not like we would ever see this place or the photographer again anyway. A huge smile came over her face as she said "lets go in and have some fun."
Tim, the photographer, seemed to be very pleased we came back in. He let us look through the old time costumes to see if anything caught our attention. The first costume we picked was a saloon girl dress. Susan slipped into a very small dressing room with a fairly sheer curtain that pulled much like a shower curtain. When she stepped out of the dressing room Tim and I almost had a heart attack. The dress was very low cut and very loose at the top because she could not pull the laces in the back tight. The dress came almost to her knees with a very long slit up the side. She was holding her boobs in with her arms as she came to me to tighten the laces. Tim told her he would take care of the laces as soon as she was in position on one of the bar stools. She just smiled and agreed.
Tim walked her over to the bar area and asked her to have a seat, which she did while still holding her boobs in the dress. Tim and I stood behind her and Tim started to mess with the laces. He told her she would need to move her arms so he could get everything in place properly. When she moved her arms, her boobs were totally exposed to us. Tim said "what a great view" and Susan relaxed a little and smiled. After moving her to one of the higher bar stools he pulled out a garter belt and started to pull it up her leg. When she looked at me, I could tell she was very nervous. I just smiled and looked down at her legs and mouthed the words go for it. She immediately relaxed a little and let Tim move her legs apart a little so he could move the garter belt up above her knee. Susan always keeps her blonde bush trimmed very close so I can see her lips protruding and when she is very excited her clit sticks out so it is very visible. She was still a little too nervous to open her legs enough to give us a full view. As Tim stepped back to start taking a few pictures he spoke to Susan and she began to relax a little more. As he took the pictures he would go over to Susan and move her into various positions for the next set of pictures. A little more leg and a little more boob would be revealed with each picture.