Four Exposures

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 newsstand 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
newsstand. 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
daydreaming 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 neighbor out with
his dog perhaps? A horny teenager experiencing a wet
daydream? 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 favored by the
local sun worshipers. 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 favor 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 toweling 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 travelers 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
t*****e 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
laboring 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.