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Subject: "FOUR EXPOSURES" - M.C.G.
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"FOUR EXPOSURES"
by: Rachel Taylor
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His offer:
I have four frames remaining in my old manual drive
Olympus. Each time you see me with this camera you may
nod assent or call it quits. If assent is given, I will
advance the film one frame. You may offer no further
protest until the shutter has been released. I choose
the locale, the background, the costume, the action and
the pose. Each shot will be progressively more
interesting. Do we have a deal?
I gave this some thought before replying. I love the
way my husband's inventive mind keeps sex fresh for us
and I could tell from the way he emphasized
"interesting" that he had special photography in mind.
He knows as well, the importance exhibition has in my
fantasy life. The thought of four "exposures" certainly
pressed one of my hot buttons. The knowledge that I had
some measure of control over proceeding or stopping
convinced me, and I answered with a seductive smile and
a forward nod of my head.
I expected him to loop the camera strap over his neck
and begin right then, but he merely smiled back at me
and placed his camera up on the shelf with the others.
"Need different light," was his only explanation.
We made love that night (at bedtime of all times)!.
Thoughts of what might lie ahead made for a very
pleasant encounter.
The next morning, Thursday, was a foggy summer morning
and we both went through the morning routine and then on
to our respective jobs with no further mention of
photography. The weather was much improved on Friday.
Our bedroom is on the west side of the house and summer
sunrises warm our room and fill it with bright yellow
light. One could complain that the light comes too early
in the day, but on this day we pulled open the drapes,
kicked back the sheets and soaked for a time in sunshine
and caresses. I love to stretch out beside him and
lazily trail my fingers though his chest hair, across
his belly and then furrow through his pubic hair before
encircling his cock in my hand. I never cease to be
amazed by a penis. So soft, small and vulnerable one
moment. So mighty and virile moments later. I give
thanks for being able to bring about and witness this
magical transformation.
The sight of his hardening cock was awakening a strong
intent on my part to sample some morning delight but he
had other plans. He hopped out of bed and mentioned he'd
be back in a moment. He returned with his camera and a
questioning look on his face. I nodded my head and
watched his fingers advance the film by one frame.
1. The Sunlight
He explained that he planned to go to work later than
normal today and that he would drive with me to the
university. He told me to go ahead with my breakfast and
shower, that he wanted to jog a couple of miles while I
got ready. I wondered what was planned for the morning
but went ahead and prepared breakfast and took my
shower. When I returned to the bedroom I noticed that
clothes had been set out for me. I suffered a moment's
dread as I wondered whether I had to face my coworkers
in slutty clothing but, on closer inspection, saw that
these were items I might well have chosen myself. Bra,
panties, shoes and a summer dress. No pantyhose had been
left for me but my legs were tan enough to get by.
I dressed and finished with my makeup. I had a short
wait while Brian took his shower. He shaved and dressed
and we set out on the fifteen minute drive to work _
Brian at the wheel, the camera by his side. We did not
head directly to my building. Instead we drove downtown
to Birch avenue, one of the busier streets in the
commercial part of town. It was only 7:45 but there was
already a fair amount of activity with people walking to
work and delivery trucks unloading before traffic made
things difficult.
Brian pulled over to a parking spot by the sidewalk
and motioned for me to get out. He handed me a dollar
and asked me to pick up the morning paper at a news-
stand about a block away. I strolled down the street and
greeted a couple of university staff that I knew. The
sun was still low in the sky and beaming directly into
my face. The warmth felt wonderful and I regretted
turning inside to enter the news-stand. I purchased a
copy of the morning paper and walked back to join my
husband. He was in the middle of the sidewalk, camera in
hand, framing a shot as I walked towards him.
A three-fold realization hit me at that moment. The
sun was directly behind me; my dress was very thin;
Brian had not included a slip among the items prepared
for me. There could be little doubt my husband was
focusing on the outline of my legs and crotch as clearly
as had I been standing in my underwear. I wondered how
much of myself had been exposed on the brief walk down
and back. There was a man behind Brian. He looked with
interest for a moment at Brian taking his picture but
his attention then turned towards me. I did not
recognize him, so teased him with a brief smile as he
passed by. The camera was still at Brian's face and I
knew the picture had not yet been taken. I stopped about
twenty feet before him, placed the paper on the ground
and struck a pose, shoulders back slightly, breasts
tight against my dress. I placed my hands on my hips and
spread my feet slightly apart.
CLICK!
The shutter released and Brian showed me the huge grin
the camera had been hiding. "Very good," he said. "Have
a nice day at work."
He dropped me off and headed on to his job. I
concentrated on work as best I could, with perhaps a bit
more day-dreaming than usual.
2. The Mirror
The next time I saw the camera was late one evening as
I was heading upstairs to bed. The camera was mounted on
a tripod and a large telescopic lens had been attached.
I was tired from a hard day and more in the mood for
sleep than for photography. Brian sensed my mood and
quickly explained that all that would be required would
be to wait ten minutes and get ready for bed _ he would
do the rest. With this established, I gave my go-ahead
and watched, perplexed, as he left the house.
When I reached the bedroom I saw that two preparations
were in hand. The drapes had been removed from the
bedroom window and were nowhere at hand. The overhead
lights were on and the light switch had been taped stuck
in the on position. I sat on the edge of the bed to give
the photographer the time he had requested and to
consider the situation. Our bungalow was on a slight
hill with our bedroom facing the street. There would
normally be little of me to see given the angle of view
through the window, but in a bright room on a dark
night, with a viewer properly situated up the street, I
could not be sure what would be revealed and what would
not.
I stripped to my bra and panties and walked about the
bedroom as if searching for something. I found a brush,
went to my mirror and began brushing my hair with long
slow strokes of the brush. I was well aware that I was
likely framed and magnified by the zoom lens but
wondered as well whether anyone else might be watching.
A neighbour out with his dog perhaps? A horny teenager
experiencing a wet day-dream? I finished with my hair,
removed my bra and began a breast self examination.
There was little of a clinical nature to this exam. I
placed my left hand behind my head, causing my left
breast to lift high on my chest. I reached over with my
right hand and cupped the bottom curve of my full tit.
This left my thumb in position to brush slowly over the
nipple, a motion I repeated several times until the
nipple hardened and stood out. I brought my hand to my
mouth and briefly sucked on my middle fingers and then
returned my wet fingers back to the hard nipple. I moved
my fingers in lazy circles around the nipple. I repeated
this "examination" on my right breast and then lifted
and cupped both breasts together producing impressive
cleavage. Due to the calm stillness of the night I
managed to hear a distant
CLICK!
3. The Beach
A few days passed before I saw the camera again. Brian
phoned me at work mid-morning to ask if I could get the
afternoon off. I had some flex-time available to cash in
and mentioned that it wouldn't be a problem. He said
he'd stop by near noon to pick me up. Around 12:15, he
breezed into my office, camera in hand. With no further
prelude I indicated I was ready and eager. We left my
car in the lot and hit the highway in his vehicle. Nice
day for a tan was the only hint he'd give me.
We drove for an hour and it became apparent from the
route he was taking, we were on the way to our area's
only nude beach. We reached the parking lot and set off
along the trail _ about a ten minute walk to the cove
favoured by the local sun worshippers. My curiosity was
aroused. I wondered what possible opportunities for
exhibition could occur on a nude beach! We'd been here
before and I had never associated the place with
sexuality. The only thing that felt a bit awkward was
the way I was dressed. I cannot recall the last hike I
took in a business suit _ a light brown skirt with
matching jacket. I removed my shoes for much of the
walk.
There was the usual collection of 40 to 50 people on
the beach, probably about ten or fifteen women, the rest
men. Most everyone was naked, except for one young woman
still wearing her bikini bottom. Brian picked out a
spot, not far from the largest group there, and spread
our blanket. I sat down and began to remove my clothing
when Brian asked me to wait. He quickly shed his clothes
and then leaned over and whispered what he wanted me to
do. The awkward feelings I had experienced earlier were
suddenly magnified. Let me relate what was asked of me
by explaining how I complied.
I stood up, walked down to the water's edge and felt
the water with my fingers. As if unable to reach a
decision, I pulled my pantyhose off, took them in hand
and waded tentatively into the surf. I slowly moved
deeper into the water until the waves were cresting just
above my knees. I lifted up the hem of my slip and
skirt, high enough to keep them dry, perhaps higher than
needed but also low enough to cover my panties. I
sampled the water a few moments longer before turning
quickly around and returning to our blanket. As I
suspected, I noticed several men quickly glance away.
They had a notion that I was about to strip and this had
grabbed their attention far more than the already naked
female bodies nearby.
I returned to my husband and mentioned in a voice loud
enough to carry, that the water felt wonderful. While
standing, and still facing most of the beach crowd I
dropped my pantyhose and then slowly removed my
earrings. I placed them in my jacket pocket which I then
removed the jacket and placed on the blanket. With
deliberate hesitation, I removed my belt and then pulled
my blouse loose from my skirt and slowly began to
unbutton it from bottom to top. When the last button was
undone, I let it fall open to reveal my bra and then
reached down and leisurely pulled my half slip down to
my fee and kicked it aside. I reached back to lower the
zipper of my skirt. I let my skirt fall and lifted it
with my toes back to my hand. I took my time, neatly
folding the skirt before dropping it down on top of my
jacket.
I often wear bikini style panties and today was such a
day. They were plain white cotton with high cut hips and
a V front. The vertex of the V did not quite cover the
top of my pubic hair. The shape of my mound was clearly
defined by the tightness of the panties. I took a moment
to undo the buttons at each cuff of my blouse and then
removed it entirely. I felt a surge of the power I've
always craved from exhibitionism. Many men were staring
openly now at the slow show unfolding before them. This
was so different from the hunched and hurried undressing
that normally occurs on a nude beach. At least a couple
of men had twisted their bodies to hide their
embarrassment, but one bold fellow met my gaze and then
glanced down at his hardening cock. I followed his gaze
and when he looked back at me, I gave him a quick wink.
I debated which of the remaining two items left should
come off last. I reached a decision and removed my
panties first, stepping out of them in a manner that
exposed my pussy in the most dramatic fashion. I saw
that Brian had snuck his camera from the back pack and
that it was now pointing at me. I pulled my bra off
without undoing the hooks. I crossed my arms, grasped
opposite edges of my bra and lifted it over my head
slowly as though I was pulling off a sweater. This
moment lifted my breasts and thrust them forward. I
paused briefly with the bra in hand over my head.
CLICK!
4. Eighteen Wheels
Our day at the beach must have inspired Brian because
the camera made a reappearance the next day. It was
Saturday and a hot humid day. We do not normally need
air conditioning where we live, but today was proving to
be an exception. I was hot and sticky from the regular
Saturday morning chores when Brian came into the
kitchen, Olympus in hand.
"How about a nice leisurely drive in our air-
conditioned chariot?", He asked.
I knew that having totally and publicly exposed my
body for the previous shot, that the last frame would
involve more daring. On the other hand, the photos to
date had been harmless fun or pleasant experiences for
me. I agreed but suggested that a shower beforehand
would be in order for each of us. We showered together,
teasing each other with our soapy hands. My husband made
sure I was thoroughly clean and I returned the favour
for him. I did not wish to diminish the fun that might
lie ahead so refrained from climax and made sure Brian
did as well. His cock was still hard as he finished
towelling off. I dried off all of my body parts save one
(why bother) and then picked out some lightweight
clothes _ panties, bra, a thin low-cut dress that
buttoned all the way down the front and a pair of
sandals.
Brian started driving and it was not long before we
were on the highway. This was not an interstate but a
two-lane highway with occasional passing lanes up long
hills. Despite the danger to life and limb, we passed
the time flirting with and caressing one another. He
kept gliding his hands between my legs and lightly
probing my pussy through my damp panties. I spent my
time with my fingers dancing over his stiff cock that
was plainly outlined beneath the short pants he was
wearing. This kept up for nearly forty minutes and
combined with the interrupted shower earlier was truly
starting to get to me. I escalated the tease somewhat
and slid my hand up his pant leg opening, under the
elastic of his underwear and encircled his large cock in
a tight squeeze. I loved the look on his face and just
had to make him suffer more.
Please _ no lectures about highway safety. I trusted
him to keep his eyes on the road and the car steady. I
wanted him inside me but knew my pussy was out of the
question. I undid my safety belt, yanked his fly down
and pulled his hefty organ out and quickly took as much
of him in my mouth as I could comfortably handle. His
freshly showered cock tasted wonderful. I wrapped my
right hand around the base of his cock and began to pump
with the same tight grip and fast stroke I've watched
him use on himself. I let saliva collect in the front of
my mouth and swirled this hot wetness over his cock head
with my tongue. I bobbed my head up and down rapidly,
exerting suction with my cheeks to keep firm contact on
the sides of his shaft.
His body became rigid and I knew I could bring him off
in short order. Fortunately his sense of personal safety
prevailed and he pushed me away. He called me a devil
and said he had never backed away from a climax so
imminent.
"You'll pay for that," he said. "Unbutton your dress!"
I did as he asked. I felt I was still decent as
oncoming vehicles could not get a good look inside our
car. In fact I've had my dress undone on several trips
prior to this. I would usually pull it closed if we were
passing another vehicle or being passed _ especially if
a transport truck was involved. Today was to be
different. He asked me to pass the camera from the back
seat and then told me to remove my dress completely. I
did so, laying it the space between our seats. Before I
could protest, he picked up the dress with his right
hand and flung it to the back of the car where it landed
on the rear windowsill. I folded my arms in front of me
to provide some modesty and we drove on like this for
sometime.
I began to notice that passing drivers, many of them
male, were peering into our vehicle as they went by _ no
doubt they had seen the dress lying in the back window.
One vehicle in particular seemed to overtake us very
slowly and when I glanced across noticed there were two
men staring in at me. Brian told me to place my hands at
my side which I did with some embarrassment. The tops of
my breasts were exposed. The nipples were covered but
two dark semi-circles were open to view. I was
embarrassed but was turned on too. My nipples were stiff
against the material of my bra. My panties were
beginning to soak through to the car seat. The passing
lane came to an end and the car along side completed
overtaking us. Brian slowed our vehicle somewhat to let
the two travellers get a safe distance ahead.
Remove your panties, he said and hand them to me. I
slid them off my hips, pulled them down my legs and
carefully stepped out of them so they did not catch on
the straps of my sandals. I wadded up the panties and
passed them to him. He made a fist and squeezed them for
a moment, smiling as he felt how moisture laden they had
become.
"My my," was all he said.
He shook them out, brought them to his face and
inhaled deeply. He repeated this, told me they smelled
delicious and then tossed them back with my dress. Bra
next he ordered. I removed it, and in a moment of
boldness, flung it to the back window myself.
"Excellent!", He continued. "I want you to open your
legs and close your eyes. Do not close your legs or open
your eyes unless I give permission."
We drove on like this for at least fifteen minutes. It
was torture keeping my eyes closed. I could hear other
cars pass us and occasionally we would pass another
vehicle. In due time, Brian asked me to play with
myself. I brought my left hand to my breasts and my
right hand to my sopping cunt. I was desperate for
relief from the sexual tension and began to massage my
clit in a serious fashion. I felt our vehicle begin to
go up a steep grade and could hear the loud labouring
engine of a transport truck ahead of us. I felt our
vehicle move left into the passing lane but rather than
accelerate, Brian overtook at a pace close to that of
the truck just next to us. I knew the trucker must be
getting an eyeful of my naked body and my fingers began
to race faster. Open your eyes! He said. I did and
looked over to see we were now parallel to the truck. I
looked up and saw the trucker staring down at me with an
undisguised look of need in his face. His eyes were
jumping from my tits to my pussy. I spread my legs
wider, pulled back on the hood of my clit, covered it
again with my fingers, looked back into his face and
then exploded!
CLICK!
Within two minutes, Brian had pulled into a logging
road and pushed his seat back to the full extent
possible. He pulled his pants down and pulled me on top
of him. I stuck my tits in his face and slid my cunt
down the full length of his hard prick. I just bottomed
out when his mouth hungrily fastened on my right tit.
The moment his tongue touched my nipple I began to
climax again. I continued to rock back and forth on his
cock, squeezing my cunt as tightly as I could. Before my
orgasm was done, his began. He groaned long and loudly
as his semen pumped from his balls and splashed inside
me.
I cradled his face against my breasts and languidly
waited for life to return to normal. In due time, I
could once again hear the sounds of the nearby traffic.
I gave my husband a long, deep, tongue-filled kiss.
"Can we start with a full roll next time?", I asked.
THE END
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"FOUR EXPOSURES"
Author: Rachel Taylor
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