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 ï>¿Short Stories by julesteve

   Short stories of my experiences on camera.

   CH.  01 - THE CLUB

   I have always been an exhibitionist and have never shied from an
adventure because I don't have the same sense of embarrassment as 'normal'
people.  I like being seen naked, up-skirts, caught or watched, having sex
and watching others, so when desire and opportunity afford, I take full
advantage.  I've had public sex in parks, car parks and cinemas, sex in
meeting rooms and offices, put on a strip show in person and over a webcam,
had pictures taken and had sex with strangers, colleagues and friends, both
male and female.

   One of my earliest adventures was a threesome in a club when flirting
had turned to light groping turned to sex with two friends that I had
worked with.  We were on a balcony overlooking the dance floor.  Ben had
dared me to go up there and stand by the railings, knowing the guys below
would get an eyeful of panties up my tiny skirt, knowing I would love it.
We'd been getting 'hands on' through the evening, Ben and Josh fondling and
teasing my ass and breasts, I, in turn, brushing a hand over their
obviously excited cocks or 'accidentally' bumping against them with my ass
or brushing my breasts across an arm.

   Ben pressed himself against my ass, bending me over the rail, and I
pushed back, grinding against him.  He whispered in my ear.  "If I fingered
you, they'd all see down there." Knowing I loved being watched.  I pushed
back against his semi and said.  "What are you waiting for." Just as our
other friend, Josh, got back with drinks.

   "What's that?" Said Josh, not wanting to miss out.  "Jules dared me to
finger her." Ben lied.  The rail gave me something to rest on and push back
at Ben, but it also trapped me between them, Ben behind, Josh to my left
and a wall to my right as Ben had picked the darkest corner of the balcony.

   "Like this?" Asked Josh, and I gripped onto the rail for balance as he
reached under my skirt, pulled my panties to one side and ran a finger
along my pussy, making me squirm back against Ben's hard-on.  His fingers
trailed through my now wet folds, probing between them until the tip of his
finger entered me, causing me to suck in a breath.

   The pressure behind me released as Ben reached under my skirt and, in
one swift movement, pulled my panties to my ankles, saying.  "They were in
the way," as he reached a hand between my legs and pressed his thumb to my
pussy, sliding it in as he used his fingers to stroke my folds and clit. 
Josh had retrieved my panties, lifting each of my feet for me to step out
of them.  He smiled at me as he dropped them off the balcony, hitting a guy
who looked up confused and then saw my bare pussy being fingered.  Josh put
his fingers to his lips, and the guy winked, perhaps thinking it was his
own private show.  I was past caring about that as Ben was fucking me with
his thumb like a tiny, chubby penis, his fingers rubbing against my clit,
until I orgasmed, sucking a breath in and gripping the balcony rail with
whitened knuckles as I pushed back on his hand, soaking it.

   The downstairs voyeur gave a subtle thumbs up, and a tiny thrill of
excitement ran through me, knowing he'd been watching.

   Without giving me time to catch my breath, Ben hitched my skirt over my
hips and lower back, leaving me exposed as I pushed back onto his hard-on,
trying not to cry out as Josh reached under my skirt and teased my still,
very sensitive clit.  Ben unzipped himself and fumbled for a second,
putting on a condom.  I felt his cock between my cheeks briefly before he
angled it right and pressed the head to my pussy.  He held me, not quite
all the way in, and pointed to a corner of the room.

   As I looked up to where he had indicated, he slammed forward, taking me
by surprise, making me gasp loudly, grinding against my cheeks, and
whispering, "This is what CCTV was invented for." I saw a tiny blinking
light in the corner of the room.

   Risky, public sex is hot because of the danger of being caught, but now,
with Ben pointing out the camera, I knew somebody would see us at some
point.  It made it even hotter, as if being fingered pantiless and having
sex against a balcony rail over a packed dance floor wasn't risky enough.

   Ben fucked me with short, hard strokes, holding onto my hips for
purchase, pulling me back onto him until I felt him stiffen and grunt, and
with a few more strokes, pull out, holding onto the condom.

   Josh immediately swapped places with Ben, having prepared by rolling on
a condom as Ben finished.  He held the railings on either side of me to
brace himself so that we were fucking standing rather than me being bent
forward over the balcony.  His first thrust was so hard that it pushed me
up on my toes and almost caused me to overbalance.  Holding onto the rail
allowed him to fuck me harder, as with each stroke, he pulled on them,
plunging inside me with so much force there was an audible slap, only
covered by the throbbing beat of the music.  Ben pressed his fingers to my
clit so that each of Josh's thrusts was met with a jolt of pleasure that
tipped me over the edge and had me soaking his cock in my juices.

   My head was swimming from the music, the alcohol and the pleasure.  It
was all I could do not to cry out as, with one last push, Josh buried
himself deep in my pussy, and I felt his cock throb as he filled the
condom. I squeezed my pussy on him and swayed my hips until he finally
pulled out, panting.

   I stood back breathless and finished my drink in one go, looking at the
crowd below.  Panties guy and another, who had been standing watching, gave
a thumbs up, then held up his phone.  I thought he indicated he wanted my
number, but then he held it to his face like an old-fashioned camera, and I
knew what he meant.  He'd taken some pictures of us fucking, maybe video. I
just waved and gave him a thumbs-up.  At least he'd be going home with
wanking material, if not a girl.

   Satisfied and happy, the three of us go our separate ways, and as my
taxi pulls up, I turn and lift my skirt in a final wave goodbye to the
guys, wondering who will see the CCTV on the way home.



   CH.  02 - PARK

   Short stories of being caught on camera.

   It was a beautiful day for a walk in the park.  I usually jog there and
have had a few exciting encounters, sometimes jogging wearing a thong
instead of shorts, occasionally topless or bottomless in the quiet parts of
the park, eliciting looks ranging from surprise to shock, delight to
disgust.  It wasn't a sunny day, so it was peaceful.  I did think it odd
when I saw a lone walker with a camera, not something you see very much
since phones became cameras.  I'd dressed in a short flared summer dress,
pale yellow, the cotton thin enough that the darker shade of my nipples
showed through, as would my panties, had I been wearing any.

   As I passed the lone cameraman, he did a double take as the breeze
whipped my dress up, briefly exposing a buttock.  I laughed and strolled
off the main path, taking a less-used route, different from the one I run.
The light was dappled coming through the trees, and it was warm, with a
light breeze.  I stopped momentarily, sitting on a rustic bench made from
tree fall artfully carved into a semblance of a sofa, taking a sip of
water. I sat back, eyes closed, enjoying the quiet, the breeze ticking
across my chest, making my nipples stick out through the light material.

   Taking another sip of water, I noticed light beige through the bushes on
the opposite side of the path.  I saw what looked like the shoulder of a
person sitting behind a fallen tree trunk next to an old tree.  I thought
it was odd, then remembered the camera person.  I wondered if he had
followed me, hoping my dress would flip up again or if it was a coincidence
and he was photographing wildlife.  Secretly I hoped he was a voyeur.

   I was sitting side-on, so I swung my legs around to face Mr Camera,
pretending to look in my bag.  He was far from the path, and I was sure I
saw the flash of a lens again.  I waited, holding my phone as if reading
it, looking over the top for any sign of movement, and again I saw beige,
which meant he wasn't a clever voyeur or just an opportunist caught in the
moment.

   Placing my phone back in my bag, I decided to have some fun.  Leaning
back and half-closing my eyes, I traced a finger around the plunging
neckline of my dress, popping several buttons, pulling at the edge of the
fabric and exposing a good deal of cleavage.

   There was that flash again.  Pulling the material aside over my nipple,
I teased it with my thumb while unbuttoning my dress to reveal my breasts.

   Again the flash of the lens.  I wasn't concerned about being recognised
by anyone who saw the photos as I was wearing an oversized pair of
sunglasses that obscured my eyes and a great deal of my face.

   Lifting my bottom, I pulled the hem of my dress up so that it rode high
on my thighs, just below where my knicker line would be, had I any on.  I
rested my head back, thrusting out my now bare breasts and twisted my
rock-hard nipples, loving being topless outdoors, and watched.

   Putting on a show, I licked a finger, not really needing to as I was
already damp, then slipped my hand under my dress, opened my legs and
touched myself, the flimsy material bunching up over my arm, my fingers the
only thing hiding my pussy from his camera.  I felt a slight shudder as the
breeze played across my bare nipples.

   There was a definite shift in the bushes as he stood and dipped behind
the tree.  "I see you have a camera," I called out.  "I really don't mind
you looking as long as you stay that side of the path." There was a moment
of hesitation, then he stepped out and held up the camera, taking a photo.
Feeling rather naughty, I unfastened the last few buttons of my dress and
slipped it off, sitting naked as he took another picture.

   He almost dropped his camera as I reached down and parted my lips using
my fingers and thumb, showing him how wet my pussy had become.  He took
another picture, and I let a finger slip inside while touching my other
hand to my now-sensitive clit.

   The silence made it even more erotic as I stroked myself, watching him
kneel and turn, getting different angles.  I could see his cock was hard,
and I called out to him again.

   "I will let you watch me get off if you do the same for me." He stopped
taking photos and looked along the path.  "There's only us here, and I'd
much rather we do it together." Hitting him with.  "Or I could just go home
and masturbate."

   He reached down with one hand and, after some difficulty, held his cock,
hard and looking ready to blow as precum coated his fingers.  He jiggled
about again, freed his balls from his fly, and started to rub the shaft
while holding the camera up in his other hand.  Precum continued to dribble
over his fingers, and I thought I'd never seen so much as it coated his
shaft, making it shiny as he began stroking his cock with hard fast
strokes.

   I used my fingers to rub my pussy lips to the same rhythm he was wanking
his cock, the tips pushing up against my clit on the upstroke, bringing me
to orgasm and making me squirm just as he shot his load into the bushes
with a grunt.

   He tucked himself away, and I sat, legs spread, getting my breath back
as the breeze dried the dampness between my legs, allowing him to take a
couple more pictures.

   Without getting dressed, I picked up my things and walked away without
saying a word, the breeze feeling delicious between my thighs and on my
breasts, wondering if he'd be standing on the road behind me, getting a
last couple of shots of my nakedness.



   CH.  03 - OFFICE REUNION

   Short stories of being caught on camera.

   Workplace and office fucks are things of imagination, a fantasy, but for
me, it has become a reality because I like to take risks.  I've had sex in
tiny, crowded cubicles, over a desk facing a wall in an open office and in
large private offices with executive bathrooms, depending on where I have
been working and at what point in my career, because I've been adventurous
all my life, from office girl to senior management to being self-employed,
which is the best position to be in as I am not based in a single company,
travelling around, not constrained by the same faces day to day, or office
gossip.

   As a sexually adventurous woman, I've consistently broken the list of
unspoken work rules.  You should never date (fuck) a co-worker (or workers,
in my case, on several occasions).  You shouldn't date (fuck) contractors,
clients, or, I'm guessing, display yourself naked in the office and let a
co-worker(s) watch as you bring yourself to orgasm while they masturbate
over you.  You shouldn't, apparently, ever fuck or walk around naked at
work, but I have done all of those things when the opportunity arose.

   One such situation came with a visit from a client I had known for a
long time.  We'd had fun at a party years before when I had stripped for
him and his friends (stripping, my first time).  Nothing had happened at
the party other than me putting on a show, but we had been flirting over
the phone, and he'd voiced regret at not joining in when I had been
masturbating in front of him and his friends.

   We'd met a few times through conferences.  He was still the friendly
chap I'd known from when I was a young office girl, and I knew from how he
looked me over, the flirty chat and the probing questions that he would
fuck me if given a chance.  Who was I to deprive him?

   While chatting professionally about contracts, I whispered a dare.  "I'm
bored.  Why don't you come to my office and fuck me, seeing as you were too
shy to do it years ago?" As an incentive and to let him know I wasn't
joking, I tucked my panties into his jacket pocket before walking away.

   I didn't have to wait long.  He walked into my office, closed the door,
pushed me over the desk without a word and pulled my dress up.  His fingers
stroked over my pussy, a thumb invading my lips as his fingers curled up,
cupping my sex and rubbing my clit, making me gasp.

   I could see the lust in his eyes in the window's reflection as he undid
his trousers and pressed his cock to my sex, jerking me forward with the
force of his first thrust, my legs pressed against the edge of the desk. 
Holding my hips, he pushes hard against me while reaching around to finger
my clit, thrusting his cock deep inside until I shake in the throes of an
intense orgasm that words don't really capture.

   He picks up the pace as I come down, soon bringing me to another peak,
my pussy squeezing tight around him, the lips wrapped around his shaft, my
labia tugging on the stroke back.  He pulls out as he feels his climax
approach, unsure if he should cum in me.

   As his cock slips from my pussy I kneel, taking him in my mouth and wrap
my lips tight around his cock, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting
both of us.  I use my mouth in time with my hand until he pushes down on my
shoulders, trying to move away.  But I hold him with a firmer grip and work
his shaft until the first spurts of his cum fill my mouth.  He says, "No,"
but I do anyway, taking all he has, swallowing every last drop.

   Once it is over, we clean up and return to being professionals.  The
only sign of our rendezvous is the knowing looks that pass between us.

   Just another kind of contract satisfied.



   CH.  04 - OFFICE PORN

   My job of assessing accounts and advising companies on their finances
takes me nationwide.  I'm self-employed and successful, so I have none of
the constraints of a 'normal' employee of a large company.  This has led to
lots of unique experiences over the years.  Knowing you will never be
around the same people again, moving from contract to contract makes it
easy to have a little risky fun.  One such occurrence came when I caught an
employee looking at porn.  It wasn't the first time it had happened;
offices are where things get shared, despite the tech department's best
efforts, and I had caught a young lad once before, which had resulted in an
exciting evening.

   This time it was a junior rep in his early twenties watching a file
apparently being shared on a memory stick by the interns as one of the
girls looked like someone in the office.  I did wonder if one of my old
homemade videos had been leaked, but it was a professionally made film, not
an amateur effort.  I'd caught him just as the girl in question, whom I had
to admit looked like our receptionist, was unbuttoning her blouse,
revealing her breasts and pulling her short skirt to her panties, with her
fingers inside them.  I spoke in his ear just as they were being pulled
down to her ankles.  "Are you enjoying that?" He almost fell out of the
chair.  I walked away, saying, "My office, and bring that with you."

   He came in sheepish, too stupid or ashamed of being caught to realise I
was an outside advisor and had no authority over him.  But my office was a
large, lush affair and appearances and confidence count for a lot.  "Lock
my door and bring that here," I told him.

   He handed me the memory stick, and I plugged it in, taking a moment to
find the part he'd been watching.  I pointed at the screen.  "Alison,
reception?" I asked.  He nodded, "I was only looking at it to see if it did
look like her." I let the excuse go and pointed to his still semi-hard
member, which he tried to conceal behind his clasped hands.

   "Look like you were enjoying it, though." He said nothing, transfixed,
not sure what was going on.

   I smiled.  "How about we see what else is on here?"

   He looked puzzled, and I laughed.  "I'm asking if you want to have a
little fun, idiot, or am I not as fit as Alison?" He stammered, confused.
"No, you're fit.  All the guys say so.  I don't know what you want me to
do, though."

   That was my cue to tease, "Well, I could do the same as that naughty
girl on the video." As I said this, I walked around my desk, unbuttoning my
top as she had.  His eyes widened as I let it fall open, revealing my
breasts.  I wasn't wearing a bra that day.

   "I believe she was about to finger herself and pull her short skirt to
her panties?" He was nervous but aroused.  I pulled up my skirt and showed
him I wasn't wearing panties.  "Guess we will have to skip the part about
the panties."

   He held his hands over an erection threatening to push through his
trousers.  I stood in front of him and said.  "So we can skip the part
where she fingers herself." His eyes were glued to my pussy.  "You can do
it instead."

   "You want me to...?" he started, so I took control by placing his hand
between my legs, using his fingers to part my lips.  "Have you done this
before?" He nodded, trembling with excitement.  "Then finger me," I said,
guiding his finger to my entrance and urging him to push it inside.

   He moved it in and out while I held my skirt up, watching him while
touching my own finger to my clit.  My juices glistened on his finger, and
I encouraged him to use another.  I was getting close, so I turned to the
video and said.  "Looks like they've moved on.  Shall we do that?"

   He looked, his hand stilled with his fingers still buried in me as he
gawped at the screen where the girl had a cock in her hand.  I pushed his
hand away and placed my own over his bulge.  He almost jumped, but I said
gently.  "Take it out." He unzipped his trousers and took them off,
standing in his boxers, a little shy of taking them off, so I reached into
them and pulled his cock over the waistband.

   There was a lot of precum, which I damped my fingertips with and stroked
him from tip to balls, then back up his shaft to the head, repeating it
harder and faster until it started to pulse in my hand.  I gave it a
squeeze and said.  "There's a better way to wank you than on the video, lie
on the carpet."

   He did as I asked, and I straddled him, taking off my skirt as I stood
over him, giving him a clear view of my pussy.  I knelt over his waist,
took his hands and pressed them to my breasts, then parted my pussy lips
and sat down on him so that the shaft of his cock was between them.

   Slowly I rocked my hips back and forth, using my pussy lips to wank his
cock in a camel toe slide.  He squeezed my breasts and rubbed his thumb
over the nipples as I kept up a steady rhythm, the angle and movement of my
hips such that the tip of his cock brushed against my clit.

   Of course, it wasn't long before he gasped and tried to move under me,
saying, "Stop, it's going to....as a long stream of cum shot over his
belly. I knew he would stay hard, and I shifted so that my pussy pressed
harder onto his shaft, making him groan, picking up the rhythm and reaching
between us to use my fingers on my clit.  I orgasmed just after he had
finished spurting, making him let out a little cry when my pussy rubbed
over the sensitive tip of his penis as I squirmed on his semi-hard shaft,
soaking it with my juices.

   I stood, holding the pose over him, letting him get another look at my
pussy, now wet and puffy, then retrieved wet wipes from my bag and cleaned
up, handing them to him to do the same, saying.  "This stays between us."
He agreed, and I smiled.  "Besides, who'd believe you?" He shrugged. 
"Probably no one."

   He dressed while I sat behind my desk, my blouse unbuttoned, breasts
still bare.  When he was ready, he looked at the PC, and I said.  "I will
borrow that to watch the rest of it." He went to object, but I added.  "It
might give me ideas for when you collect it tomorrow.  Shall we say around
four?"

   I don't think I've ever seen a bigger grin.



   CH.  05 - RED NOSE DAY

   Short stories of being caught on camera.

   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.

   I asked him.  "Is this fun?" And he nodded.  "Shall we do some more?"
Again he just nodded, camera half poised, ready for whatever pose I chose
next.  In one swift movement, I turned and pulled my panties down around my
ankles, then bent over the desk, pulling my skirt over the bottom half of
my bare backside as if I was a naughty schoolgirl needing a spanking.  He
didn't move, just stared unbelievingly until I said.  "Picture?"

   Again he raised the camera, holding it up, looking around it, not
dropping it this time, ready for what was next.  I didn't disappoint. 
Shuffling my feet, I arched my back and flipped the skirt, baring my ass
and pussy.  He took another, and I moved my feet as far apart as the
panties would allow, pushing my hips back, feeling the lips of my pussy
part slightly, wondering if he'd notice how moist it had become, saying. 
"I'm ready for the camera," in encouragement.

   He kept bringing it up, then taking it away, perhaps to see me with his
own eyes rather than through the lens.  He seemed caught between shock,
delight and slight worry as he kept looking towards my office door, but he
was enjoying it because I could see his cock was hard.

   I was excited, wet and in need of some relief.  Kicking off the panties,
I guided him to my office chair and pushed him down in it, taking off my
little skirt, my pussy eye level with his lens as he again took a picture,
a close-up.

   I turned and looked over my shoulder, seeing him take one of my buttocks
as I backed up and sat in his lap in a reverse cowgirl position.  "What are
you doing?" He said.  I squirmed on his lap, feeling his erection under me
and said.  "Fucking, if you want me." I eased up and helped him undo his
jeans.  His cock was impressive, springing up as he raised his hips and
pulled his jeans and boxers to his knees.  I then took him in my hand,
lowering myself until the head parted my pussy lips, holding it between
them as I worked his shaft with my hand, wanking him against me.

   He started to breath heavy and placed his camera on my desk, reaching up
to cup my breasts over the thin top, squeezing them and pinching my hard
nipples as I rocked my hips back and forth, using my pussy lips to tease
the head of his cock, stroking it over my clit, bringing myself off, making
my legs tremble, just as he started to groan and say "I'm going to do it."

   Cum suddenly erupted from him, covering my fingers and pussy.  I held
him still, letting it cover my outer lips, softly wanking him against me.
When he had finished, I stood, letting his cock flop back wetly on his
belly, turned towards him and offered his camera.  He brought it up and
took a picture of my cum covered lips and damp thighs.  I grabbed wet wipes
and tissues from my desk and cleaned up as he did.

   He fastened his jeans as I straightened the thin blouse as best I could
and put the skirt back on.  My panties were damp, so I put them in my bag.
The skirt edge sat at the bottom of my cheeks and barely covered my pussy.
My nipples poked against the thin material of the blouse, their darker
colour clearly visible.

   He raised an eyebrow, looked at the office door, and then back at me. 
"You're not going back out there now, are you?  Not...bare."

   I smiled and simply said, "I agreed to wear the outfit.  Not my fault if
underwear wasn't included." And made my way out to enjoy the afternoon the
way only an exhibitionist could.



   CH.  06 - PASSAGE WAY

   Short stories of being caught on camera.

   Plenty of photos have been taken of me since digital cameras and phones
made it easy, topless, half-naked, fully naked, having sex, masturbating,
indoors and out, with friends and strangers.

   One night I was having after-work drinks with the people I was working
with.  I'm self-employed, and my consultancy work takes me all over the
country, so I'm never in one place for long.  I was half listening to the
conversation, which had turned flirtatious and 'naughty' as the drink
flowed, the staff discussing the most daring situation they had had sex. 
Hotel balconies, the beach after dark, in the car, all things I have done
but not the most risky.  A guy out of my department, Kev, had been friendly
the past month, charming, funny, nice looking and trim, we'd been on these
after-work drinks a few times, and I'd come close to initiating fun with
him a couple of times, the situation never quite right.

   There was a lull in the conversation.  I realised I'd been asked a
question, missing it as I was half listening to another exchange.  Stacy,
my assistant, repeated the question.  "Is there somewhere risky you've had
sex?" I can tell she's not expecting an answer, as in work, I am
professional and aloof, just concentrating on fulfilling my obligations,
but then they don't know the real me.

   I smile.  "Where to start?  I've probably had sex in all those places
you've mentioned.  The most risky, I'd say, was losing my virginity three
times in the library." Stacy looked puzzled.  "How can you lose your
virginity three times?" Again I smiled, "Orally the first encounter, vagina
the second and anally the third."

   Some staff looked shocked, not expecting me to reply, let alone confess
such a thing.  Kev almost spat his drink out and gave me a quizzical look.
I continued, "I've jogged naked in the park, had sex there and in numerous
offices from private to open plan.  Stairwells, warehouses, pubs, clubs,
and I was once fingered to orgasm in a church during a very boring
wedding...well, boring until the fingering." Stacy stammered.  "I'd have
never thought it." Kev smiled cheekily, "Any proof of your activities?" I
addressed Stacy first.  "I'm an exhibitionist, so risky sex, as you call
it, is exciting and normal to me.  I like sex, have a healthy sex drive and
like to have fun."

   Turning to Kev, I said.  "There's photographic proof of some occasions."
Adding cheekily.  "Remind me to show you a few." Stacy was stunned.  "I've
never posed for a photo.  What if someone saw it?" I shocked her again,
replying.  "What's the point of them if they're not seen?"

   I left them talking and went to the bar.  Kev followed and stood close
behind me.  "If I'd known you were such a naughty girl, I might have made a
move.  I mean, fingered in church?" I reached back and ran my fingers over
the front of his jeans.  "What's wrong with fingering?" I took his hand and
guided it up the hem of my skirt to my panties, pressing his fingers to me.
He stood closer and whispered in my ear, "Here?" In answer, I pushed my
hips back, grinding against his crotch.  His fingers pushed past the leg of
my panties and stroked my damp pussy.

   There wasn't much room at the crowded bar, just enough for him to tickle
his fingers back and forth through my folds.  I leant back into him and
said.  "Do you want to go outside and fuck?"

   He reached up and cupped my breast.  The barman saw and was about to say
something when I winked and undid several buttons on my blouse, allowing
Kev to reach in, ease my breast out of my half-cut bra and pinch one of my
erect nipples, the material of my blouse parting to give the barman a
glimpse.  Having the barman watch as Kev played with my breast, my skirt up
by my thigh with his fingers stroking me, was as exciting, but I wanted
more.  Grabbing Kev's hand, I pulled him away to a side door.  Leaving the
pub, I led him to a passageway between the pub and private houses, despite
being covered by ever-present CCTV.  It was quiet and dark, on the opposite
side of the car park and main entrance.

   Kev grins like an idiot.  "I've always wanted to...?" I cut him off by
unzipping his trousers and bending over.  I flip my skirt up, exposing my
panties, hands flat on the wall, and my ass pushed out.  He gets the
message to shut up and pulls down my panties so that the waistband is tight
against the back of my thighs, my ass and pussy exposed just enough to give
him room to push his cock against me, rubbing the end over my pussy,
spreading the damp before easing into me.

   I stretch my hands out for balance; head dropped forward as he grips my
hips and pounds at me.  I know this will be quick, but my breath comes in
short bursts, and soon I feel my legs tremble as my pussy convulses and
grips his cock.  The wetness of my orgasm spurs him on to fuck me harder.
He grabs my hips while he fucks to pull me onto him, and I can feel that he
is just fucking with his dick through his flies and wonder if there will be
a wet patch where he's squashed himself against my pussy.

   He suddenly grunts, his fingers digging almost painfully into my hips as
he goes rigid and cums deep in my pussy, his cock throbbing and pulsing
with each spurt.  I push my hips back, grinding at him until he finally
pulls free, tucks himself away and zips up his flies.

   I stay as I am, legs apart, ass pushed out, as another naughty idea
comes to me, and I look over my shoulder and say huskily.  "Take a photo."
He fumbles to retrieve his phone, and the passageway is briefly lit up as
he takes a photo from the side of me leaning against the wall, panties
pulled down.

   "I meant something more explicit." It takes him a second, and he walks
behind me as I arch my back, presenting myself.  Again the ally lights up.

   I say, "One more." Reaching back to pull my cheeks apart, feeling our
mingled juices drip from me as the passageway becomes daylight again.

   While I pull up my panties, he accesses the photos, shows them to me,
and there I am.  The first photo is from the side, bent over, panties down
and skirt up.  The following two are more explicit, all of me exposed,
dripping wet.  They're amazingly sexy.  I take the phone from him and email
them to myself, then give it back saying.  "I'm going to clean up in the
ladies.  Why don't you show that first one to Stacy?"

   And with a smile, I walked away, knowing that shortly my colleagues
would see me in a much different way.