Such a Bad Boy
 

You know your imprudence turns me on...

The Evolution of an Exhibitionist, Part 17
 

Part 17: In Hot Water Again
(late 1990s)


I was living with Brandon, my boyfriend at the time, in Orlando when we decided to join a gym. Working out there together became a regular routine for a while (it didn’t really last long). But when this was a thing, I usually went to the gym before starting my afternoon shifts at work. Brandon would join me when his schedule allowed. Most of the time we would use the hot tub after our workouts.

We were alone in the hot tub one afternoon when he suggested that next time I should come out of the locker room in just a towel and go naked in the tub. As fun as that would be, I thought there was no way. The tub shared the room with the enormous pool. And a glass wall ran the length of the pool with a view of the parking lot. Not only that, but right next to the hot tub was another glass wall that exposed the whole room to the registration desk / entrance. Going naked to the tub would be very exciting, but not going to happen.

At other times in my life, I probably would have done it, but I wasn’t as daring then. I had gone through dramatically different periods in my life, as it relates to my tendencies for exhibitionism and sexual adventures. I grew up an innocent preacher’s daughter; then tried to break away by going completely wild in college; overcorrecting again, I married a conservative right out of college and practically put an end to my shenanigans. Now, I was in the middle of a divorce from my first husband, and had recently started following through with my desires again. But my new adventures with my boyfriend had yet involved anything extreme, or as public, as the hot tub scenario. But if Brandon had pushed me more, I probably would have gone for it. I am a pushover. Sometimes I can’t bring myself to follow through with one of my ideas, even when it is mild. But when someone else encourages me, I can do things far more daring.

Well, I started to think more about the hot tub dare, almost wishing Brandon would bring it up again. But he didn’t. I was alone for the next trip to the gym. This time I did not go to the hot tub. But I remembered Brandon had asked me if I ever walked naked from my locker to the shower. I had not. But I decided to do that this time so I could tell him about it when I got home. It was largely uneventful, but more thrilling than I thought it would be. I saw only one other woman in the locker room, although we made eye contact as I carried my towel to the shower. I felt naughty, even though what I was doing was not daring at all. The showers were between the locker room and the pool. So, after my shower, I wrapped my towel around me and peeked out to the pool. I could only see one person swimming, so I started to walk out to see how far I could get. I made it to the edge of the pool where I could see the whole room. I was pretty comfortable. No one could know what I was, or was not, wearing under my towel. I looked over to the hot tub and imagined dropping my towel as I climbed in. That snapped me out of it. I noticed through the glass that a guy at the front desk was looking my way, and a couple of people were peering in as they walked along the sidewalk out front. Nearly bumping into a guy I hadn’t noticed, I quickly retreated to the locker room. That night, I told Brandon the story. I know he liked that I was reconsidering his hot tub dare, but he did not push the idea again. I was a little relieved because I was back to believing I could not do it.

Brandon was with me for the next visit to the gym. After our workout, I made it to the hot tub first – in my one-piece swimsuit. Several people were swimming in the pool, but the tub was empty. I was alone when Brandon came up, fully dressed, and said he had to go out to make a phone call. It was loud and echoey in the room, but I heard most of what he said. I thought he may be setting me up. He told me to give him my swimsuit, and he would bring it back. I answered, “No way,” but looked around to really consider it. Seeing the people in the pool, and at the desk, I got very excited. The bubbles did well to hide what was under the water. Brandon waited as I looked around. He could tell I might go for it, and I did. I sunk down a bit it the water and started working my way out of my suit. I had to pause halfway through as I was giggling uncontrollably, and I had noticed someone headed my way. But when I realized they were getting in the pool, I pulled my swimsuit the rest of the way off and tried to discreetly toss it at Brandon’s feet, but it landed with a loud sloppy thud. He picked it up, and the towel I had nearby, and took both back to the men’s locker room.

Now alone and completely nude in the public hot tub, I became very aroused. I felt helplessly trapped in the tub, with several people nearby. Thinking of how much Brandon would enjoy my going naked to the locker room, I realized he may not bring my suit back to me. And now I didn’t even have a towel. I was completely at his mercy. It was frightening, but also somehow satisfying, to consider what I would do.

After a few minutes I could see him through the window, pacing out front "on the phone". He gave me a wave. I could tell he was enjoying himself. Then I noticed a middle-aged man walking right toward me. I prayed he was really going for the pool, but found I was equally concerned and thrilled as he climbed in the hot tub across from me.

I'm sure my face was red. My blood was really pumping. I sunk low, neck deep, in the water now. But I could no longer see Brandon this way. My new tub mate chatted with me some, and I answered, but was having trouble sounding casual. I think he could tell something was wrong. I have never been very good at fooling people. I will giggle or otherwise betray what I am trying to hide, always thinking they are on to me.

I started to feel more comfortable and confident as the small talk with my new friend continued. It was great fun to hold a conversation with a stranger - while completely naked. But after a few minutes, I learned that the jets were on a timer. They stopped. The water quickly became still, and my condition became obvious – very obvious. Many times I have found that the movement on the water’s surface can distort what is underneath. But now, from my view, there was practically no distortion. I was just naked in front of this man. There was no more chatter. I started to move around to agitate the water and help mask my nudity, but it felt more like I was now dancing for him. We just quietly stared at each other as I thought of what to say. I noticed the dial for the jets on the wall, not in reach from the tub. I thought of owning the situation with great confidence by getting out to turn on the jets. But with all the others around, that seemed crazy. So, I asked if he would turn the bubbles back on. He said nothing. I just folded my hands in my lap and smiled at him. He quietly looked me over for about a minute or so, as I glanced around to consider if anyone else could see me. It didn’t seem that anyone but my tub mate had a view. After an awkward forever, he got up to leave. I asked again if he would turn on the bubbles. He answered, "No problem," and accommodated me during his uncomfortable exit.

When the bubbles began, I sat up and saw Brandon still on the phone out front. I frantically signaled for him to return. I was afraid I would be reported. As he made his way to me, a young couple (man and woman) had left the pool and joined me. Talking among themselves, they did not engage me. I was trying to see the time left on the dial as Brandon approached in his swimsuit and towel. I asked him to turn the timer all the way up, as he showed me my suit was in the towel. Brandon climbed in next to me, but I knew I could not get dressed under the water without being obvious. As time passed, I grew confident that the man did not report me. Becoming more comfortable as we waited for the couple to leave, I was having a great time. Not only because of my daring, but I liked the feeling of the water on my body without the restrictions of the suit. When I would look Brandon in his eyes, we would both smile and struggle to contain our laughter. I don’t know if the couple could tell that I was naked, but I think they gathered something was up. It was probably another 20 minutes or so until I was able to slip back into my swimsuit and get out of there.

I never followed through with his initial dare, but this hot tub experience became something we repeated at our apartment complex, and a few similar scenarios over the years. It was a new beginning of my becoming more daring as I sought more, and escalating, exhibitionist adventures.



I have no pictures from the gym, but here is one of me at a water park around that time, and in the same swimsuit I wore to the gym.

Perfect...
 

What a wonderful view... And now please open your legs wide please... Sorry!

Thx so much!
 

Such a wonderful, sexy, erotik and open hearted woman you are! One of the best ladies of the world!

You...
 

You don't need a swimsuit, wonderful lady! Be naked all the time... We all love it!

Amy Sue that's a great photo of you enjoying yourself. I'm sure Brandon and yourself are both extremely charged by your exhibitionist activity. I know how excited I would be if I was a participant in your adventures. Can't wait to read and see more

Forgive my Late response
 

I must agree with Baja above that the photo of you lost with your self pleasure is a very erotic revelation from the previous pictures provided.
There are few things more intriguing than to admire a woman in that state of pleasure where they abandon there concerns for who is watching and allow the pleasure to sweep them up and carry them away.

Head back and nipples swollen it’s hard not to be aroused by such a site. When a woman then becomes aware of her effect on the viewer and engages them to freely explore with theirs eyes as she displays her passion before them, the sexual heights one can achieve is remarkable.

I have been fortunate to have experienced the pleasure of such a situations in past and found them to almost exceed one’s anticipated expectations on how two such soles, otherwise strangers, can connect in such a moment.

It’s a shame it’s not more openly accepted as the norm for accepting and willing adults to engage and share such moments on say a nude beach or pool deck. Even through open curtains or behind a vail that provides limited privacy and ultimate freedom to engage one another.

You have indeed stepped it up Amy Sue to a new level of erotica and I am again fascinated by your appeal, good grace and beauty.
You are a lovely sight for attentive eyes to consume. I think I speak for many when I thank you for your ongoing openness to explore this new venue of excitement with us all.

To reveal your inner pleasures that you have experienced. The female mind is so often afraid to tell what sexual thoughts are really taking place behind a set of pretty eyes, it’s refreshing to hear your lust filled recollections and the tingling effects on your body when you get to explore them.

Very nice pic
 

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...&postcount=164

Love the thread, great photo. I hope you like this edit which makes you the main feature

Naked All the Time
 

You know I would if I could...

Although my adventures were varied and often bold, I wish I had the courage to be more audacious. This, no doubt, would have led to more fun with others, and surely better pictures.

Thrill from Daring
 

Thank you so much for your insightful and wonderfully expressed sentiments. I agree how nice it would be if expressing oneself as I do were more openly accepted. At the same time, I suppose that would remove a bit of the thrill from daring – which you know I enjoy. Here is another screenshot that could be considered (as you pointed out) a new level for me. Always looking to increase the thrills…

Wow! It is amazing you were able to fix it like this considering the original. Thank you! I have seen some of your work in your albums. Great stuff. I love to see what kind of art can be made from pictures that otherwise didn’t quite work (too dark, blurry, or just old, etc.). It would be interesting to see what else you can do.

Wonderful - sexy - horny!
 

Such a hot pic from a beautiful masturbating woman!!! We (Bea & Udo and I think all of us in your thread) love to see your lucky face when you touch yourself, we love to see your nice breasts, we love to see you show a littlebit more day by day.

Hope some day we see your wide open lips and your clit in detail or a pric deep in your body... Sorry if our imagination runs away with us again...

Thx for writing and showing us so much beautiful sexy things. Kisses from us both!

Merry Christmas, a happy new year, health and happiness for 2024 and many other years, dear Amy Sue!

Just a few quick edits as a thank you for the thread. I'll do some more when I get a chance.

Ferg

Happy Holidays!
 

Thank you for continuing to read my stories, and for all your exciting comments over the last months. I wish you both, and all who read, a very happy holiday season, and a wonderful new year!

Incredible!
 

Wow, Ferg! It is so fun for me to see some of the older pictures cleaned up, and how some really pop with new depth and other features highlighted. Thank you so much for these!

The Evolution of an Exhibitionist, Part 18
 

Part 18: Juggling My Desires
(mid 1990s)


I was living in the office apartment of Brandon and his business partner Mark when I learned of an opportunity to get paid to tour the mid-West for about 6 weeks. I had been using this office as my apartment, thanks to the kindness of Brandon and Mark, while going through the divorce from my first husband. One evening I overheard a call Brandon received from an old friend, Jackson, who was a professional juggler/comedian/magician. Jackson had contracted a tour performing at schools across the mid-West. Brandon had worked with him on similar tours before. He would help Jackson with his staging, audio, and a few other matters related to the tour. But I think Jackson also just didn’t want to spend 6 weeks alone on the road.

Brandon now had better work, so he turned down the tour. I had never met Jackson, but this sounded like a fun adventure, so I volunteered. Brandon thought I really wouldn’t want the job. He warned me that Jackson was cheap. Not only would the work not pay well, but he also wanted to share hotel rooms to save money. That didn’t bother me. I was excited to travel and thought that sharing hotel rooms for 6 weeks, with a guy I had never met before, only added to the adventure.

Brandon’s warning made me wonder if he didn’t want me to go. Just coming out of a restrictive marriage, I was really starting to cut loose. For my own thrills, I had taken to sometimes hanging around naked in front of my landlords while they were working at the office (they enjoyed that too). And I had recently made a sexy fashion show video for the guys as a thank you for a Victoria’s Secret gift card they gave me. This led Brandon to ask if I wanted to make more videos. So, he had just began taking sexy videos of me when he received this call about the juggling tour. At this point, Brandon and I were not yet a couple. But I wondered if he was concerned about me sharing a room with Jackson.

I knew Brandon and Jackson grew up together and trusted each other. This made me feel safe. After Brandon understood I was not concerned with the low pay or rooming situation, he was fine with the idea and had Jackson call me to discuss the job. Although he did explain what my responsibilities would be, it was less of an interview and more just me convincing Jackson that I was fine with the conditions.

I spent the weeks before the trip asking Brandon about Jackson and the work. He told me a few funny stories about their adventures together, which made me even more excited for touring the mid-West in such a fun way. But what I did not know at the time, Brandon was also telling Jackson about me. He not only told him that I would hang around the office naked, he also showed Jackson some of my videos.

A few weeks later, Jackson picked me up in his truck full of equipment and we started off on our long road trip. I found him to be handsome and very charismatic. His whole job was performing for people. Whether telling jokes while juggling in front of a large crowd, or doing close-up magic with a more intimate group, he was always putting on a charming show. Even in private, he seemed to never turn this off. It made the time spent with Jackson a lot of fun and exhausting at the same time. I came to learn that you could not get too close to him. He never seemed to be real with anyone, always the performer. But this was a good dynamic for our time together on this tour.

Most of the time we would be driving just a few hours between cities and towns in the mid-West, putting on shows in school theaters or gymnasiums, spending only a night or two in each town. But this first drive together was a long one as we traveled from Florida to Ohio. We got to know each other on this drive. I could already tell Jackson was going to be a lot of fun.

As an exhibitionist just coming out of a stuffy marriage, I had been having a great time teasing Mark and Brandon. And in the weeks before the trip, I had been thinking about what fun I could have with Jackson. I didn’t want anything sexual. I liked to be daring and surprise people with my antics. It is different to show off in front of a co-worker or roommate than a lover or boyfriend. I knew that Jackson was straight and did not have a girlfriend. So, I thought sharing a room with him was going to be exciting for me, and hopefully him. I tried to gauge this during our long drive to Ohio.

It started with what I was wearing – a short skirt and tight tank top. I thought I looked good in this, but it also gave me the ability to escalate, if things went well. Even though it was Fall, my outfit was fine for Florida. But as we got closer to Ohio, this would not be suitable attire. So, my outfit provided an excuse to change clothes along the drive.

I would also plant topics in the conversation that would invite his thoughts on related matters. In my excitement for such a road trip, I re-read Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. And it gave me a way to bring up a fun idea. When the conversation slowed, I offered to read aloud from my book. Jackson agreed, so I kicked off my shoes, put my feet up on the dash, and settled back to read. Pretending to pick up where I had left off, I really just went right to a chapter I could use to test him. It was the part in the book when they are driving across Texas and Dean convinces the car’s occupants to disburden themselves of their clothes. As I read this part to Jackson, I paused to joke that if we get bored with all the driving, we should disburden ourselves in the same way. He turned his head toward me with his eyes focused on my legs. I had let my skirt drift up, to reveal more than a girl should, as I rested my bare feet on the dashboard. My legs, which I thought were my best feature, were prominently displayed in the bright sunlight. Jackson was taking this in as he answered, “I will if you will.”

This was my first clue that we were going to have a great time together. Mind you, if I had known then that Brandon had already told him about me, and that he had seen some of my videos, I would not have been this flirty so early on the trip. This was too much, but at the time I thought I was just testing him with a sexy outfit and a few jokes.

My not knowing what he knew affected another concern for me, but in a different way. I had been debating if I would keep with my habit of sleeping in the nude. If I knew he was practically expecting me to already, I would have gone for it. But fearing I might be shocking this guy who didn’t know what he was in for when he hired me, I was really torn on the topic. I planned to use what I learned about him on this drive to decide how far I could go. But I already knew that if I was going to sleep naked while he was in the room, it would have to be from the beginning. I couldn’t sleep in my clothes for a while then suddenly go naked one night. He might take this as an invitation. But if I established that I always slept in the nude, this would just be how it was. This decision depended on his attitude and the tone of our relationship that we were building this first day together.

By the time we crossed into Kentucky, the sun was down, and the temperature had dropped dramatically. When we stopped for food and gas, I grabbed some warm clothes from my suitcase in the back. I had decided to go through with my idea to change in front of Jackson. Standing at the back of the truck, while he was pumping gas, I thought about changing right there while we talked, even though it was very cold. But before I worked up enough courage to change under the gas station lights, where others were likely to see, Jackson finished pumping. So, I brought my clothes with me into the truck. As we got in, he commented that I must be freezing. This was my opening. I agreed that I was not dressed for this weather and asked if he would mind if I changed. Jackson started driving as he told me to go for it and added that he wouldn’t look. I reminded him that we would be living together for the next month and a half, so we would have to get used to each other. Aside from the occasional passing light, it was pretty dark in the truck. I took off my top and skirt, now just wearing panties but no bra, I fumbled with my pants and sweater longer than necessary to give plenty of time for me to catch Jackson peeking. I think he gave me the side eye a couple of times, but never really looked. However, he made constant jokes while I was changing. I don’t remember most of them, but one stuck with me. He said it was nice to see that I was not so clothes-minded. He kept me laughing the whole time I was changing. I could tell he enjoyed my reactions to his jokes. We were getting along well. This helped with a big decision. I would be sleeping naked at the hotel.

We finally stopped for the night just South of Cincinnati. Brandon was not kidding when he said Jackson was cheap. I was used to hotels, not motels as he chose through most of this trip. The door to our room opened right into the parking lot. He had me duck down in the truck while he checked in, to avoid the fee for an extra person. Then I had to sneak into the room. It felt wrong, but in some ways, it added to the adventure, and set the tone for the illicit things to come.

I was relieved to find that the room had two beds. I feared that his checking in as a single person would put us in a room with only one bed. I knew it would be too much for me to flirt with him as I did on the drive, then slide naked into his bed. But with my own bed, I was excited to go through with my plan. We were both very tired. After having a quick shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and took a few minutes in the bathroom to build up my courage. I was thinking about another time I made the decision to sleep naked in a hotel room with friends. It was a cheerleading trip, and when the girls realized I was naked, they tossed me out into the hallway. I knew Jackson would not do this. But I could not help but picture being locked out naked in the motel parking lot. When I came out of the bathroom, Jackson was already in bed, but not yet asleep. My mind was buzzing. I could feel the pressure of my blood pumping as I grew more excited. I was about to drop my towel in front of my boss, who I just met today. The lamp on the table between the beds was on, so I moved to turn it off, but stopped myself as I thought better to leave it on. Now standing inches from him, I turned my back to him and prepared my bed. He wished me a good night. Without looking back at him, I said, “Good night,” removed my towel, and hopped into bed. All was quiet for a minute or so, then he asked, “Do you want this on?”

Not expecting this question, I answered, “I don’t want anything on.”

Then I realized what he meant as he turned off the lamp. I pulled my head under the covers and cringed at my stupid answer as I heard him say, “I noticed.”

As tired as I was, I had worked myself up too much to sleep. I heard his last comment over and over in my head until I finally fell asleep. In the morning, I woke to Jackson talking on the phone. He was fully dressed, sitting on his bed, and facing me as he was reviewing some schedule changes with his booking agent. When he noticed I was awake, he told me we needed to get moving. We had a few more hours to drive before arriving at our first show this afternoon. This was before most people had cell phones, so he was using the phone on the nightstand. I knew he would be sitting there until he was off the phone. So, I had to decide how best to get out of bed. I had laid my towel on the bed, but it was gone. I looked around the floor as much as I could from under the covers, but no luck. He knew I was naked, but should I stand up out of bed just inches in front of him? Would it be more awkward if I shimmied across to get out from the other side of the bed and scurried to the bathroom? I decided to get up and pull the covers with me, but they were tucked in tight. I was able to stand, but now I was stuck standing in from of him, wrapped in a sheet, and unable to move. Still on the phone, he laughed at me while I tugged as hard as I could at the bedding. He gestured for me to hurry. What I had planned as a sexy display had turned quite pathetic. Frustrated, I gave up and untangled myself from the sheets, almost falling as I came free, and stumbled naked to the bathroom. There I found my towel. He had hung it up in the bathroom. I wondered if he thought he was being polite, or if he had set me up. I figured the latter. But I knew he was at least amused by me so far. Before hanging up with the agent, I heard him say with zeal, that the trip was already off to a great start.

As we drove toward the first school, I didn’t want to bring up what happened this morning. I was hoping he would, but he didn’t. We talked about the show, and what I would do when we got there. My job was easy. Sometimes he would need his PA system set up, but most of the schools would already have one for him. I would help unload and stage his props and equipment, then put it all back after the show. He would usually do all the talking with the staff and kids. It became obvious to me that my theory was correct. He just didn’t want to be alone on the road for so long. I was really more of a paid companion. Even with the low pay, I thought this was a great job for me.

We only had one show that first day, so we took some time for him to teach me a few things about his equipment and what I can do to help. We had to be in another town by the next morning, where we were scheduled for three shows at three different schools that day. This was pretty much how it worked. One to three shows each day, and a drive to a new town that evening. We would do sightseeing on the weekends, which we had off.

As we pulled into another motel that evening, Jackson asked me again to duck down so we could avoid the fee for an extra person. I told him that if we keep doing that, we may end up with only one bed. I could not tell if this was just something he had not considered, or if it was his plan. But he thought hard about this without responding. I added that I was fine with sharing a room, but I wanted my own bed. He nodded and asked me to hide anyway, saying that he would make sure I got my own bed.

We did have two beds this time, as well. Because it was not yet late, we walked down the road to get some food and ended up bringing some beer back to the room. As we hung out drinking and talking, I decided to change into something more comfortable. I knew I could go into the bathroom to change, but I thought it would be fun to just change at my suitcase beside my bed. I put my back to him as he continued his story. We talked while I took off my shirt, pants, and bra. I enjoyed hearing the changes in his voice while he tried to pretend all was normal. Leaving on my panties, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and joined him back at the little table across the room. It was obvious that I was having the effect on Jackson that I wanted. I felt bold and sexy.

We talked for a couple of hours over a few beers before I could tell he was fighting to stay awake. So, I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Teasing Jackson was turning out to be more fun than I had hoped. I wanted to keep taking things further. So, with a little help from the beer, I left the bathroom door open as I took my shower. He could not see me unless he came up to the door, but I still got a thrill from leaving it open. Afterward, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out to see that Jackson looked to already be asleep. I dropped my towel on my bed and climbed in. Then I reached up and turned out the light. I heard him say, “I see you still don’t want anything on.”

I covered my face in embarrassment for an instant before my arousal took the lead. I first thought to not respond, but I just had to ask, “Why did you take my towel?”

At first, he didn’t know what I meant, so I reminded him of that morning when I got out of bed. He said that he found the towel on the floor and hung it up.

“How chivalrous,” I stated with sarcasm.

I don’t remember his exact words, but he went on, in an inebriated stammer, to say that Brandon had told him that I was quite liberated. He knew I walked around naked in front of the guys. I was shocked. But my feelings were a confused mixture of mortification and elation. I demanded he tell me what else Brandon had told him. He added that he knew I went skinny dipping with some friends at Brandon’s apartment complex, and photocopied my boobs at work and spread hundreds of copies around our circle of friends. (I did copy my boobs, but other people spread the copies – a story for another time.)

Without confirming or denying, I pushed him for more of what Brandon had told. He repeated how much I liked to be naked at home and insisted that was all. I decided to say nothing more and just get some sleep. But I laid there trying to decide how I felt about Brandon telling all of this to Jackson. Several minutes passed before Jackson (unsolicited) blurted out, “Okay! I also saw some videos. A lot of videos. Good night.”

When he said, “A lot of videos,” I knew Brandon must have shown him everything, because there were not a lot. There was one where I did a little fashion show, and Brandon had recently caught me in the kitchen cooking naked, recorded me in a bubble bath, and I spent an afternoon posing on the sofa. I had not yet seen most of these videos, but I remembered that I pleasured myself on the sofa and in the tub. Again, my anger quickly turned to arousal. When making the videos, it turned me on to think they could show up anywhere, anytime. This is what was happening. It was what I wanted, but still surprising and hard to process what I really thought about it. I knew we had to be up early tomorrow, so I said nothing else to Jackson, and tried to fall asleep. Eventually, I did.

The next morning, I woke up before Jackson. Just like every morning, I was feeling randy. But even more so now with all these thoughts in my head, and after not having touched myself for two days. I usually masturbate every morning, and at least two more times before the day is done. I have been a chronic self-stimulator all my life. I knew this trip with Jackson was going to be interesting. I figured that I would have to curtail my habit, or spend more time in the bathroom, but I like to enjoy myself in bed when I am in that groggy state of waking. So, seeing that Jackson was still sleeping, I found this to be a good time. I tried to be discreet, staying quiet and under the covers. I like to lay face down and use both hands to put pressure where it counts as I make quick and random gyrations with my hips. Unlikely I would wake anyone not in my bed, but if someone were watching, what I was doing would be obvious. Two days is practically a record for me, and I was revved up by all that was going on. So, I wasn’t able to fully hold back my moaning through the first orgasm. And just as I was considering a second round, Jackson stood up and walked to the bathroom. My face, already red, must have turned purple as I felt the realization hit me that he may have not really been sleeping that whole time. Just like most of my would-be humiliating moments, I could not reconcile if I were more embarrassed than aroused.

While Jackson was in the bathroom, I looked for my towel. It was nowhere around my bed. I knew now that he really was messing with me. That got me excited, but I decided to get dressed before he came out of the shower. I had to calm down. This was only day three and I was about to explode.

Over a fast-food breakfast on our way to the first school of the day, I brought up what was most on my mind. “So, Brandon told you all about me?”

Jackson blew me off by saying something like, “Not really,” and turned the topic to our schedule for the day. I learned that he was just as interested in our little games as I was, but that would have to wait until after work. He wanted to, or had to, focus on the shows during the day. We were dealing with dramatically different worlds – working with kids all day, and sexy games at night.

As the day went on, I decided I would not ask Jackson more about what he had learned of me. I wanted to keep some mystery around our play. And I didn’t want to spoil my feeling that I could still surprise Jackson. I had also thought about calling Brandon, but for the same reasons, decided not to address the topic with him either. At least not yet.

That evening we had a long drive and arrived in the next town very late. So, when we walked into the room to find only one bed, we were both too tired to find another room. Jackson said he would sleep on the floor, but I told him it was fine. We could share. When I said that, I thought to myself that I would sleep in a t-shirt. I had already established that I slept in the nude, so I could get away with that when I wanted. But tonight, he would know why I slept in a shirt. I took a quick shower and came out in a towel to get dressed at my suitcase. I could feel Jackson watching me as I changed into my t-shirt and panties. I felt the urges building in me. As tired as I was, I still wanted to play. I noticed he was climbing into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. I walked over to my side of the bed and pulled back the covers. He gave me a hard look and reached up to the lamp asking, “You want something on this time?”

Already on the edge, the opportunity to offer a clever retort was all I needed to commit. I answered with a simple, “No,” pulled my t-shirt off over my head, slid my panties off, and got into bed while adding, “No funny business.”

The lamp went out and we didn’t say another word all night. But I was giddy with delight.

In the morning, I woke to feel that my bottom was pushed up against Jackson. I thought I should move, but I was enjoying the sensation. I was so much in the mood for my morning routine, but doubted I could get away with it. I slid my hand between my legs but could only tease myself without being too obvious. When Jackson began to stir, I moved away. Now we were each lying on our backs, and I noticed he was no longer wearing a shirt. He opened his eyes to see me staring at him.

“Are you naked?” I asked.

He answered, “No, are you?”

I rolled my eyes and complained that he had slept in his underwear every night until I was in his bed. But he insisted that he was wearing underwear. I was just having fun with him, but I stuck to my shtick.

“Show me,” I ordered.

He hesitated.

“I knew it!” I excused.

But again, he insisted he was not naked. When I was pushed up against him, I could tell it was not his bare skin. So, I felt pretty sure he was telling the truth, but I enjoyed watching him squirm.

“You need to show me right now.” I demanded.

He started to explain what happens to most guys in the mornings. I stopped him as I already knew about this, and could relate. Nevertheless, I asked if it happens every morning, or if it is happening because I am naked. He finally caught on to me and mumbled a profanity as he got out of bed, still in his boxer shorts, and covered his erection as he made his way to the bathroom.

I gave it a few seconds before a final jab, “Whatcha doin’ in there?”

He replied, but I couldn’t understand him. I wondered if he was commenting on what I had been doing the morning prior. I didn’t matter. At this point, I was hoping he did catch me. Either way, I was teasing Jackson on so many levels, and I knew we were really enjoying each other.

When I first learned about this trip, I was mostly excited for the travel. But so far, we had only seen rundown elementary schools, in small industrial towns, between nights in dirty motels. But I was still having a great time.

The next few days and nights played out much like the previous, except that we did not have shows on the weekend. We were in Northern Ohio when we reached the first Friday night. Not appreciating how long it takes to get to Niagara Falls, we decided to spend the weekend there. Neither of us had been before, and we both wanted to do some sightseeing. We didn’t think this through very well. A quick glance at the map and it seemed not too far. But a few hours of driving after a late evening start, we decided to stop and get a room for the night.

By this point, I had made it my habit to leave the bathroom door open when I showered. The design of most motel rooms allowed Jackson to either ignore me, or maybe catch a quick peek if he wanted. This was stimulating for me, and I think also for him. But the layout of this room was different, and it had a mirror covering all of the far wall, reflecting the bathroom to most of the motel room. When I got out of the shower, I caught Jackson watching me in the mirror as I was toweling off. At first, I pretended not to notice because I wanted him to watch. But when he realized that I knew, I joked that he should, "Take a picture, it will last longer."

Being the comedian that he was, he picked up his camera and took a picture. I laughed and expected that would be it, but he kept taking pictures. The more he took it seemed less like a joke and more like he really just wanted these pictures of me. Each time I heard the camera go off, I got more excited. I was a little nervous to come out of the bathroom, but I was enjoying the attention. So, instead of wrapping myself up in a towel, I just came out naked. He was no longer laughing or joking. He looked serious. So, I started really posing for him, but the film ran out. He put the camera down.

This was another occasion when we only had one bed. I laid down in the middle of our bed and stretched my arms above my head while turning my body just so and positioning my legs to complete what I hoped he would find to be an irresistibly sexy pose. He just stared at me and seemed to not know what to do.

So, I offered, “Is that it?”

“What would you like?” he asked.

I told him he could do as he likes… and he did.

We spent the next five weeks driving to the different towns, performing at the schools, and having intense motel sex every night. Maybe it is not accurate to call it sex. We were fucking. It was wild and uninhibited.

My favorite part of sex is when a man ejaculates inside me. I love to feel his throbbing and exploding. Most guys want to move on right after they finish, but I want him to stay inside me for as long as possible because my contractions go on much longer. I want to feel the resistance of him inside me. I want him to feel me. So, when I am really into it, and I can tell he is getting close to climax, I will wrap my arms and legs around him tightly and repeatedly beg, "Cum inside me." I think this drives most guys as wild as it does me. I am not usually a screamer, but I took advantage of these motels with Jackson to really cut loose. Sometimes Jackson would try to quiet me, but I enjoyed that our neighbors could likely hear my sexual mantra as I begged him. We had loud and savage motel sex nearly every day for the next five weeks.

This lessened my thrills of exposing myself to Jackson. But it was well worth it. It turned out that Jackson was a real horndog. I know my libido is far greater than most. I cannot express how nice it was for me to share a time with someone who also has an elevated sex drive. And we did find other ways to amuse ourselves. We even carried out my idea to disburden ourselves of our clothes on a long drive. I did this several times, but there was one time that Jackson joined me. The two of us driving naked together along Indiana and Michigan farmland is one of my favorite memories from this trip. I think of it as my Kerouac experience.

As soon as my relationship with Jackson turned sexual, I called Brandon and told him everything. It was not my initial impulse, but I didn’t know how he would feel, and I was sure Jackson would tell him. Brandon expressed happiness for me. I think he knew what would happen. He knew Jackson well and had a pretty good idea of what I would do. And he was the one that helped with my joining Jackson on this trip. When I learned that Brandon had shown Jackson my videos, and shared other stories about me, I felt like I was free to do as I wanted. Brandon enjoyed the details of my time with Jackson. Every few days I would call him and update. Jackson was doing the same thing, although neither would tell me much. I would have loved to know what they said about all of this.

Although Jackson and I had great fun together, I knew we were not really into each other. It was entirely sexual. Over the years, I had the best and most varied sex with Brandon, because we connected on another level. But what I did with Jackson in those motel rooms across the mid-West was something that I think could only happen with a loose affiliation – not with someone I truly love. Nevertheless… it was fantastic!



Videos:
Clips from most of the videos mentioned in the story can be found on the thread Sexy Homemade Recording From Years Past: https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...d.php?t=259524

Fashion Show: https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/str...hp?id=13374779
(Clips from a video I made as a thank you to Brandon and Mark.)

Always Start with a Joke: https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/str...hp?id=13372355
(Clips from a video Brandon recorded of me in the kitchen and posing on a sofa.)

I’m Dripping Wet: https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/str...hp?id=13370326
(Clips from a video Brandon recorded of me in a bubble bath.)


Pictures:
(Apologies that these are old pictures mostly taken in the dark.)

1 – 5: Pictures Jackson took after I caught him watching me in the mirror. I came out of the bathroom and cleared some items from the bed before lying down and offering myself to him.

6: A picture I took of Jackson performing at one of the schools during this trip. (A little secret, I got to know some of these juggling pins… intimately.)

Another wonderful story. You know you were the young woman we all wanted to know as young men!

It appears the Angel has fallen off the tree top… haha

This photo is Such a wonderful combination of innocent exterior and a brewing lust from within for one more adventure - just one more excitingly daring opportunity to push your boundaries, with innocents smiling eyes to distract us all from your burning desires.
Perfection!!
Merry Christmas Amy-Sue and thank you for the gifts you have given us all…

Thank You!
 

Such a compliment. I only wish I had known young men like you.

Merry Christmas!
 

When I thought of what should accompany Holiday wishes, I just wanted an innocent picture. I could not find one. So, I posted this one to which you refer. I thought most would see it as innocent. But I know the conflicts within. Outwardly, the preacher’s daughter dutifully posing for her mother in front of the Christmas tree. Inwardly, an 18-year-old girl struggling with profound desires and the urges of a burgeoning exhibitionist.

I was not sure anyone else would recognize this. I must thank you again for another astute observation.

I have had a little experience when it comes to a teenage preachers daughter. I discovered the inner lust to be hidden by a thin vail of purity. Perhaps not as outwardly adventurous as yourself, however I myself (and possibly one other from above) was the fortunate one to bare witness to her moments of released desires. The pent up adventurer would come to life on the back of my motorcycle each summer as we snuck away to the far corners of our island.
The secrets we shared were never to surface… some 40 years later I can only remember with great delight the troubles we got into… wink wink

Hi, Amy Sue.

I have been busy for the last month or so and have not had time to comment, but it appears you have found an exhibitionists nirvana here at the One Click Chicks website.

You are free to post pictures of anything and everything you want to post, with a narrative of what you were thinking and the reaction you were hoping for at the time, to you growing group of adoring admirers, knowing that every one of them will be encouraging you for more.

I, for one, am very envious of every man you have had a relationship with, if only for the excitement that I am sure your brought to those relationships.

I am anxiously looking forward to parts 19 - 50 of your tales of exhibitionism and hoping that someday, in the near future, you will move your hand away. :D

:)

Thank you
 

I thought this one deserved an upgrade

Amy Sue your last story of your road trip with Jackson is fantastic. What a great time it must have been to have recently left a controlling husband to have total sexual freedom. I love the way you transitioned from teasing to intense loud nightly motel sex. Also great was the way both you and Jackson would call Brandon and recap what was going on. I know if I was Brandon I would be pleasuring myself while you recapped your fun to me. I believe that you are that one in a million lady every guy dreams of meeting. Can't wait to hear your next adventure. I would love to watch you with that juggling pin.

Slip
 

I love this outfit. Did you wear a slip under it?

PKs
 

That really must have been such a beautiful romantic adventure. I would love to think that some guys out there remember me in such a way.

I know many like me, and possibly your friend, who strayed far from that type of upbringing. I know I wanted to shed my ‘good girl’ image. I have heard many jokes about how wild a preacher’s daughter can be. But I really think there is something to it. Although, my need to distance myself from the world in which I was raised cannot explain all with me. But it pushed me in a certain direction. It may be the reason I was willing to follow through with my impulses, but I don’t think it is the reason I have these impulses. I think I am just very sexual, and would be no matter my pedigree. But I know many, including myself, who enjoy the contrasts of a lustful preacher’s daughter.

Thanks to All!
 

Well, you are correct that I have found a wonderful outlet to not only relive but, in some way, continue my exhibitionist adventures. I am grateful to everyone who has been indulging me. Many have expressed how much they enjoy what I do, but I am sure the one getting the most out of my posts is me.

Thank you for the beautiful compliment, and for putting it so well. With all the encouragement, I feel more daring, but should I reveal everything? Well… I tell you what. Here is a close up of my pussy.
(Having read any of my stories, you know I like to tease.)

Amazing!
 

Ferg, that looks terrific! The old, yellowed, faded, and speckled picture is so sharp and clean now. Thank you!

And I think you chose a good one. This picture was more popular than I expected. I guess it is nice to sometimes see the seemingly innocent me. I like to think that anyway, because it does help build a picture in the mind for those that have been following my evolution as I have shared and tried to understand it myself.

Here is another somewhat similar one. It was taken a year later when I was in college, but home for the Holidays. I post this now for those that liked the other one, but also maybe you will get bored and work your magic on it. (I should probably re-word that – you know what I mean. But don’t feel you must.)

The Juggling Pin
 

I love it when you give feedback with details. Your assessment of it all could not be more accurate – as it relates to the events. I cannot speak to the accuracy of your “one in a million” compliment (but I love it).

Just to be clear, the juggling pin was not my idea. It sounds like something I would do, but this time, I had help. Not to say it wasn’t wonderfully obscene fun!

Slip
 

Thank you. I did like how I looked in this outfit. And I am quite sure I was wearing a slip. Same for the other Christmas picture I posted today. I wore slips with most of my skirts and dresses back then.

You knew I couldn't resist
 

Thanks for your kind words. Like many members here I appreciate a beautiful image. clothed or nude and in particular retro photos that also tell a story.
I enjoy restoring old photos especially if the owner can get some benefit as well, and it keeps my skills up doing these pics. So bored, never but sometimes busy trying to handle requests here but I usually get around to them.
Anyway this one was too good to pass over and didn't take that long.
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I'll work on some of the others slow time and maybe make an album.

Ferg

Slip
 

Thanks. I sure wish we could see the slips. What kind of slip do you think you were wearing under those outfits? Do you think you would ever wear a slip again?

Thank you, Ferg! This might be one of the best you have improved for me. I can’t get over how clean and sharp it is having come from that grainy old picture.

I also enjoy the older pictures that tell a story. I have a couple more coming out with my next post. Don’t feel you must improve them, but I liked your point that these are appreciated, even though they are retro (as you kindly put it).

Slips
 

You make me think about how sexy a slip can be. I just might have to wear them more these days. I do like the way they feel.

Meanwhile, (and I hope this does not disappoint) I attach a picture of what I usually wear under my dresses and skirts.

The Evolution of an Exhibitionist, Part 19
 

Part 19: The Nude Scene
(mid 1980s)

It was the summer after my junior year at the University of Florida. I was back home on Hilton Head Island auditioning with the hope of landing a part in another summer theater production. At a callback I ran into Joanne, a girl I knew from church, and she was in the show I did the previous summer. She was nice, but we were not really friends. So, I was taken aback when she was excited to see me and invited me to lunch. I was thrilled because I did not have many girlfriends, and knew we shared an interest in the theater. But shortly into our conversation over lunch, I began to suspect she was just gauging her competition, as we often went for the same parts. We discussed recent auditions, and she said something that captured my imagination. She had been offered a paid but non-speaking role in an independent film being shot in Savannah, but she was going to turn it down. At our level, paid roles were unheard of, so I pushed her for more. Joanne told me that it was more the part of an extra, and it called for nudity. I was fascinated. I had to know more and kept her on the subject even though she was trying to move on. It was the role of a dead body. She said that they wanted her to lie out on a table as a corpse in the morgue.

I did not need to ask why nudity was a problem. Joanne and her family were members of my father’s church, and she was the very definition of a ‘good girl.’ This is also how she, and most on the island, still thought of me. So, my challenge now, convince her to help me get this part, without my parents finding out. I knew she would be shocked if I just came out and said I wanted the job. Who knows how she would react. If she would no longer want anything to do with me, I would get over that. But I couldn’t have her freak out and tell everyone.

We both dreamed of becoming professional performers. Acting was her focus, and a goal of mine, but I also loved to sing and dance. I had taken ballet since I was little. So, I leaned on our shared goals to keep her on topic. I tried to convince her that a movie would be good for the resume. I did fear that I may talk her into taking the part, but I could think of no other reason to innocently confess that I wanted to do it. I couldn’t tell her that the very idea of this was immensely erotic to me. My thoughts were swarming with the concept of lying nude in the midst of a film crew, in front of the camera, while knowing the final product is permanent and could eventually be seen by who knows how many thousands. I could barely absorb the notion before I had to close my eyes and brace myself against the waves of sexual stimulation that nearly overwhelmed me.

Joanne immediately rejected my suggestion that it could be good to take the role, and referred to the part as disgusting. As much as I wanted to be an actress, I am a terrible liar. I always feel that I can’t hide anything, and when I try, people are on to me. Sitting there in front of her, I felt she recognized my interest, and even my titillation. It already seemed like she was trying to talk me out of it, and I hadn’t yet told her that I wanted the part. She was on to me. So, struggling for what to say next, I came out with it.

“I would do it.”, I blurted. “If you turn it down, can you tell them about me?”

She froze for a moment. As the expression on her face changed, I realized that she was not expecting me to say that. It had not occurred to her that I would want the part. She laughed a little, perhaps to see if I would join in and say I was joking. I gave her my most serious look. When Joanne understood that I meant it, she surprised me again. Leaning back in the booth, she grinned. Then, in a high tone, she stretched out my name.

“Don’t you think it would be exciting?”, I interrupted.

“No. Do you?!” She responded wide-eyed while looking around to see if anyone was listening.

I asked if she could get me an audition. I don’t remember her exact words, but she basically called me nasty. My feelings were mixed. I loved those moments when people realized I was not what they assumed. But I feared what she may spread to the church and our parents. I begged her to keep it quiet as I repeated my request for an audition. She kept calling me names, like a minx and a bad girl, but she could not stop smiling. Glowing with delight, she clearly took great joy in discovering this about me. I probably told her more than I should have about my related thoughts and feelings. Joanne’s reaction made me want to open up even more, but I realized I was already blowing her mind. I didn’t know if this is just how she responds to such a surprise, or if she has secret desires of her own and can’t bring herself to follow through. Maybe she enjoys seeing such play out in others. Eventually I grew to believe that she liked to learn something potentially salacious, but more so she thought this would be bad for me, and help reduce her competition.

Joanne did help me get an audition. But then she told everyone about it.

It was a few days after our lunch that I realized Joanne was spreading the word that I was interested in being nude on film. My father woke me up and let me know we needed to have a serious talk. He was standing over my bed with a look I knew meant I was in big trouble. He expected me to get up and talk with him. But, under the covers, I was naked. My mother had caught me before. She knew I slept in the nude. But I didn’t know what she told my father. I tried to convince him to go downstairs, and I would come down soon. But he was not having it. He started in on what was bothering him. He said a man called, claiming to be a filmmaker, and asked to talk to me about some work. Normally my father would have just called me to the phone, but a friend (Joanne’s father) had warned him that I was planning to appear in a dirty movie, so my father told the man on the phone that I wasn’t interested.

I was angry at Joanne, but also my father. I told him that it was not a dirty movie, but the part of a dead body in a crime drama. This didn’t improve his thoughts about the work. I think he was embarrassed. When first told about my plans, he didn’t believe Joanne’s father. He defended me. And when the producer called, my father was disappointed with me, but also felt he owed his friend an apology.

My father was one to lecture. I knew it would be a long day. Again, he demanded that I get up. But I knew this was not the time for him to learn I was naked. I could not get out of bed. So, I refused, and again insisted that he go downstairs. This put him in a state I have rarely seen.
Once he caught me fooling around on the beach, and literally dragged me off the boy. But he seemed angrier now. Although I was clutching the covers with all my strength, he pulled them away. Now he was even more embarrassed, discovering why I did not want to get up. And seeing that I was nude added to his concerns about my behavior. It had only been a few years since he had me in counseling for my excessive masturbating. He was very concerned for me. I knew there was no way I could now convince him to let me take part in the film.

I wrapped myself in a sheet and listened to his seemingly endless lecture. I told my father I would not pursue any parts like this, although I don’t think he believed me. Understandable… I was lying.
No matter how my father felt, I was dead set on getting this role. But I couldn’t just keep it from him as was my original plan. Now, I had to lie. Even after my most sincere attempts to reassure him that things were not as bad as he feared, and my insincere promises that I would not take part in the film, he was still cold to me for weeks. Then things got much worse.

The day my father first harangued me about the “dirty movie,” as he called it, I secretly went through his desk, and the trash, hoping to find the producer’s number. No luck. I then dialed *69, which in those days was a way to call the last incoming number. This too did not work. So, I was forced to confront Joanne.

I am non-confrontational. It was very difficult for me to deal with Joanne, because I was angry. In my room, I stared into the mirror for a long time, practicing my opening line to her, “You b*tch!” I stopped this when I heard my parents in the hallway. They must have thought I was beating myself up about my fall from grace. But I also knew I could not be honest with Joanne any more than I could with my father. I needed to be nice to her to get the producer’s number.

I waited until Sunday when I knew I would see Joanne at church. My father was busy as usual, giving me time to corner Joanne. I pretended nothing was wrong. I told her the producer had called but I didn’t get his number and needed to call him back to turn down the role. She seemed disappointed. I think she wanted me to do it and get in trouble. I told her I still wanted the part, but couldn’t take it, because somehow my father found out. She played dumb and called me that night to give me the number.

The next day I called the producer. Not knowing what exactly my father had said to him, I feared what he may think. I was prepared with a whole story to convince him to consider me. But as soon as I told him who I was, he asked if I could come down to Savannah to meet with him. I was thrilled, and agreed to go, but now had to figure out how to get to Savannah. It was about an hour from my house, and I didn’t have a car. I would usually ask to borrow my father’s, but that seemed risky. He was skeptical of my intentions already, and if he found out what I was up to, all would be ruined. So, I turned to an old friend.

Michael was a nice boy who had a crush on me through our high school years. I did not know what he thought about me now. A few summers ago, I was determined to lose my virginity, so I took Michael into the woods near our school and seduced him. I chose Michael not only because I knew he had a crush on me, but he had also caught me in a compromising situation with a vacuum cleaner, and he kept that to himself. I felt I could trust him. (The vacuum cleaner episode is detailed in Part 7 of my story.) My aggressive efforts to have sex with Michael in the woods was an awkward encounter, and I think I scared him. We didn’t see each other much after that. But I knew a few things about his situation now. He had gone out of state to a different college; he was also home for the summer; and he had a car.

When I called Michael, I was prepared to joke and ask if he wanted to go for a walk in the woods, but I chickened out as his mother called him to the phone. I was honest and told him I had an audition in Savannah and needed a ride, or to borrow his car. At first, he seemed put off. So, I innocently offered, “I’ll make it worth your while.” But I immediately realized how that could be inferred. I meant I would fill up his gas tank and buy him lunch or something. Before I could explain, he agreed to drive me. I could hear in his voice that he thought this could be interesting. I guess after a couple of years in college, he was more open to what adventures I might bring.

The day of the audition, I wore a breezy sundress and thought it was best to not wear a bra or panties. I expected they would want to see me naked, as I would be so in the film, and I didn’t want the unsightly marks of undergarments. I also thought I should convince them that nudity was not a problem for me. So, as I imagined, pulling off my dress with nothing underneath would suggest a certain level of comfort and freedom with my body.

I didn’t want Michael to pick me up at my house for fear of having to explain to my father, so I walked to Michael’s house. As I cut across the golf course between our neighborhoods, with nothing on under my dainty sundress, I became enlivened. It was not only my current condition, but also the anticipation of my nude audition, for who knows how many strangers, and the long drive with the first boy I took into the woods – and to whom I had just promised to, “… make it worth your while.” It was all very stimulating.

I found Michael to be surprisingly different. He had grown from a cute boy to a handsome man. Tall, tan, and slender, he carried himself with more confidence now. Although he was still quiet, and difficult to engage. As we set off for Georgia in his convertible Karmann Ghia, I had to work to keep the conversation going so to avoid the awkward silence. Not that it was quiet exactly. The top was down. We had to speak loudly to compete with the wind and motor. But when more than a few seconds passed with no talking, I grew uncomfortable. I feared he was thinking of the woods, or worse… the vacuum. So, to keep his thoughts elsewhere, I asked about college, his family, and anything else I could think of, but he gave short answers with no elaboration. For this, and my approaching audition, I was feeling anxious.

My mind kept coming back to my audition, but I thought best to not detail that for Michael. I would have done better to come up with topics if I wasn’t so distracted by his large hands and powerful forearms as he shifted gears and handled the car down the backroads to Savannah. I had put my hair back in a ponytail to keep it under control in the wind, which was also aggressively working the light material of my dress. With no bra or panties, I kept adjusting myself, struggling to keep everything in place. But it was all becoming too much for me; Michael, the vibrations from the engine, the nature of the audition, the wind compromising my postured modesty… so, I just surrendered. I sat back, let go, and let my dress and the truth flail.

“I’m not wearing panties.”, I shouted over all the noise. Michael glanced at me with eyebrows raised but looked back to the road without comment.

“Because I have to get naked for my audition. I’d be playing a dead girl in the morgue.”, I explained. He nodded but said nothing. I was aware that my flirty nature had taken over, but I went with it. I was feeling relieved.

“What did you think I meant when I said I would make it worth your while?”, I asked.

“I thought it meant you would make it worth my while.” He smiled at me. I hesitated, so he continued. “What did you mean?”

“I don’t know. Pay for the gas, buy you lunch, suck your dick?”, I joked. But when his expression didn’t change, I realized this may be what he was thinking.

“I’m joking.”, I confessed.

“No, you’re not.”, He accused.

“Yes, I am. I was totally joking.”, I strongly insisted. He shook his head, seemingly annoyed. I didn’t know if he thought less of me for being so forward, or for recanting. This time I stayed quiet, hoping he would say something else. But after a short while, I couldn’t help it.

“I was joking… about the one thing. But I really am not wearing panties.”, I said, continuing to test him. He looked over at me with a stern expression.

“Prove it.”, He challenged.

I lifted my dress from my lap using it to cover my head. I thought this would be cute, and it probably was, but I missed his reaction. When I dropped the dress back onto my lap, he was already looking back to the road. I could see he was trying to suppress a smile. I laughed embarrassingly loud and pulled my dress up again and held it to my face. I felt better as he joined me in laughter.

“So, were you joking?”, he asked sincerely.

“My God, yes! I was joking!”, I shouted, but in a joyous way. Nevertheless, he was disappointed.
I did say it as a joke, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t do it. In fact, by this point, I wanted to. I wanted to do more. I was very pleasantly surprised by this new manlier Michael. So, I decided to keep him on the hook.

“You got a girlfriend?”, I teased.

I was thrown forward in the seat as he hit the brakes and pulled the car to the side of the road. Startled, my first reaction was anger. But before I could say anything, I saw the look on his face.

“What are you doing?”, He asked. “What do you think I am thinking?!”

I realized I had taken it too far. Considering what I put him through the last time we saw each other, and how I had treated him today, I was foolish to not be sure what he expected. I needed to break the tension. This stretch of road was lined with nothing but trees, and I couldn’t resist the reference. I turned toward him with my most coquettish posture and expression, pointed over my shoulder to the tree line, and sheepishly delivered my retort.

“Well, you can’t expect a girl to just do it out here in the woods.”

As I had hoped, his grimace turned into a smile. But only for a moment. He put the car in gear, and we continued toward Savannah. I knew he still wanted clarity, which I offered, but in a somewhat frustrating manner.

“Just get me to my audition, and I’ll make it worth your while.”, I promised.

Following the directions that the producer gave me, Michael found parking at the curb not far from the address. I let down my hair and fixed it as best I could while noticing this was a neighborhood, not a studio or office as I expected. But it was a street of older houses, many of which had been turned into businesses. When the producer answered the door, I realized it was his home – or what he was presenting as his home. It was a nice place, but something didn’t seem right. I began to regret not asking Michael to come in with me as I sat with the producer at his dining room table. We talked about the movie, what my role would be, and how much it paid. I expected to audition, but this felt like he was trying to convince me to do it. He explained that the scene would take only one day to shoot, but it would be a long day. And he said that I would be naked.

Although I was thrown by the audition not being what I expected, I grew comfortable as we spoke, and confirmed I wanted the part. As he told me I had the job, I was thrilled, but a bit distracted. It seemed he was not going to ask me to undress. I heard my voice in my head asking, “You want to see me naked?”, as I imagined removing my dress while he walked me to the door. I couldn’t think of a way to offer without sounding ridiculous. So, when we got to his foyer, I asked, “Is there anything about her body that matters? Scars, or… I don’t know, anything? Do I have the right body type?” He told me not to worry, that the makeup department would take care of everything. I think he then realized I had not considered that a department of makeup people would be working on my naked body. He asked if that would be okay. I think I sounded too excited when I answered, “That is not a problem.”

By the time I got back to the car, I was floating. I got the job, and it was going to be even better than I had dreamed. I knew my excitement was obvious when Michael said, “I guess it went well.”

Driving back to the Island, I told him about my discussion with the producer. I wanted to tell Michael that I was disappointed the man didn’t ask to see me naked. But I wasn’t sure how he would take this. I asked if he wanted to stop to get something to eat. He told me I didn’t have to do that. Meaning I didn’t have to repay him with lunch. I knew it was time to address how I would repay him. As we drove along, I started to look for a good place to pull over. We both still lived with our parents, so going home was not an option. When I saw a closed business with parking in the back, I told him to pull in. He questioned why, but on his own realized what I was suggesting. He kept driving and said that I did not have to do that either. I told him I wanted to. He ignored me.

The whole day was like foreplay to me. Michael, the car, the wind, my dress, the teasing and seduction were all very romantic to me. And what wasn’t romantic was lascivious - the lying and sneaking, the audition, the make-up artists, and the nude scene. I truly had had enough. I insisted that Michael find a place to stop. But he refused. I reached over and put my hand on his leg. He looked down but didn’t otherwise react. So, I started for his zipper. He grabbed my hand and held it against his leg, not allowing me to continue.

I knew he didn’t want me to feel obligated, and somehow I wasn’t doing enough to show I wanted this to happen. We were on a quiet two-lane road, lined mostly with trees. I decided to go for it and submitted to my impulse. I forced my hand free, pulled off my dress, held it over my head in the wind, and let out a joyous squeal. Michael freaked out. The wind was stronger than I thought. Fighting to keep my grip, I ordered him to pull over, but he accused me of being insane. With the dress violently whipping in the wind, I told him this was his last warning to pull over, but he didn’t believe me, so I let the wind take my dress.

“Now you have to pull over!”, I shouted. He struggled to keep the car on the road while watching the dress fly away. I covered up with my arms as we passed an oncoming car. Michael was completely shocked, and I was influenced by his reaction. It was fun and exciting, but I was partially convinced that he was right, and I was crazy. I could hardly believe what I was doing. In quick moments I was unsettled and would cover up. Then my courage would rise again, and I would throw my arms over my head with joy. As I teetered between these emotions, I pictured riding home like this. If he didn’t turn around for my dress, what would I do? I wanted him to turn around, and I wanted him to keep going. Michael spun the car around and drove back for my dress. He pulled over across the road from where it landed, and he jumped out as I jokingly offered to get it myself. A couple of cars passed while he fetched my dress. I was low enough in the car that I don’t think anyone really saw much, but Michael could not have been more embarrassed. He threw the dress at me and got the car back on the road toward the Island. At this point, he was more amused than angry, but he suggested I get dressed. I held my dress against me, so mostly covered, but I told him I would not put it on until after.

We found ourselves parked on a dirt road, still in view of the main road, but far enough away to feel safe. We made out for a bit before he sat in the passenger seat, and I climbed onto his lap, facing him and the main road. I looked into his eyes, told him that I knew he had a crush on me in high school, then I slid him inside me. It was exceedingly erotic to make love to Michael in his car with the top down and the hot summer sun on my body as I watched the passing cars, wondering what they think they see.

Someone with the production was going to call me when the shooting schedule was finalized. So, I spent the next few days making sure I got to the phone before anyone else. But when the call finally came, I was out to dinner with my parents. I did not expect the call to come at night. So, my father got to the answering machine first.

As I saw it, I was 21 years old, so I could do as I wanted. As my father saw it, I lived in his house and attended a university on his dollar. My summer was over. He restricted me to the house. The scene was to be shot the following week. But my father called them back and told them I was off the project.

The next day, when my father was out of the house for a while, I called the producer and promised I would be there. With my parents, I pretended to have given up on the film. But nothing was going to keep me from doing it.

My father was all over me that week. If I moved around the house, he came to check on me. If I made a phone call, he was listening. If I shut my door, he would open it. He would check on me in the middle of the night, and first thing in the morning. He gave me no privacy. I continued to sleep nude, somewhat in protest, but also just to make him uncomfortable.

When the day arrived, I snuck out of the house hours before the sun came up. I had to be at the set very early anyway. I knew it wouldn’t be long until my father discovered that I was missing, along with his car. And he would know what I was doing. But he would have no idea where we were shooting. I was willing to deal with the consequences later. I knew he would not kick me out of the house or stop paying for college. He would just have to accept me and what I wanted.

I made my way to the set in Savannah, which was in an old school that was no longer operating. For the movie, they had a room made up like the morgue. I first met a very cute girl about my age named Kit. She was the assistant director. I was told she was my main contact and would guide me through the day. Kit first took me to the makeup department, which was in an old classroom. So, this is where my day, and the fun, began. The head of the department was a nice older lady named Helen. She had two assistants. A man and a woman, neither much older than me. After introductions, I was told that the makeup would take several hours. They had a small room for me to change, and a robe I could wear when we were not working. So, I changed into the robe and waited on the padded table they had prepared. Helen took my robe and asked me to lay back on the table. I was more nervous than I had expected. I think because of how serious they were. It was intimidating, and I didn’t want to mess up.

So far, this was not as exciting as I wanted. It felt more like a visit to the doctor. All three of them were very polite. They would tell me what they were going to do to me before following through. Frankly, I would have been more comfortable if we were joking around, but I sensed they were being careful to keep things serious and professional. It was strange to have three people touching and considering me all over. I appreciated how amazing this felt, but I started to become more fascinated with what this was like for them. As time went by, I relaxed, and began asking questions. I asked if they had ever done full body makeup on someone before. Helen misunderstood and told me I would be the only body in the morgue. This I already knew. I didn’t have the script, but I had been briefed on the scene. There would be four other actors: two detectives, the coroner, and his assistant. So, I asked about them. But the makeup team didn’t know much, only that I was a girl who had been beaten to death. So, my makeup was brutal. I was not expecting this. I knew I would be dead, but when I pictured myself laid out on display, I was beautiful. I saw what they were doing with the makeup and realized I would be a gross and disturbing sight. This was incredibly disappointing to me. But as I closed my eyes and let them work, I became immersed in the sensations of their endless touching and attention. I understood this was not going to be what I expected, but it was still going to be a dream-like experience for me.

Helen was always very good about giving me my robe whenever someone else entered the room, or if we were taking a break. But I assured her I was not very modest, and she didn’t need to worry so much. But besides her helpers, Kit was the only person Helen would let in the room while I was uncovered. Occasionally Kit would come in to check on me, ask questions, and she had me sign a release. She was distractingly beautiful - the kind of beauty that just hits you physically. Made up as I was, I felt ridiculous while she stood over me. But I was turned on by having seemingly regular conversations with her while I laid there naked, receiving all this attention.

I must admit, Helen and the team did an amazing job. Not how I wanted to look, but my makeup was impressive. It did appear as though I had been beaten to death. After the makeup was done, I still had to wait around for a while before they were ready to shoot. Eventually, I was led to the set. I could not believe how much crew it took for just one scene. And this was a fairly low budget production. There were multiple people in most departments: camera, lighting, audio, make-up, wardrobe, props, actors, script people, the producer, director, assistant director, and quite a few that I never learned what they did. My heart was racing as I waited to be told to drop my robe. And not just the first time. This went on all day.

Helen stayed with me a lot of the time. She had to touch up my makeup whenever I removed the robe. When it was time for a shot, the whole crew knew I was going to take off the robe. Most of them would pretend not watch while Helen touched me up, and I got in position.

I had to lay on a stainless-steel table with no pad. It was freezing cold. I already knew I had to hold my breath as much as possible during the scene. But I could not control my shivering. Most people were hesitant with me. I think they had been told to give me some space, and not make the naked girl uncomfortable. But I made such a scene of my problems that I ended up interacting with much of the crew. They scrambled for solutions. They had no heater, but the lights were warm. They eventually put a big light under the table until it was time to film. For me, the table was always too cold or too hot. They must have thought that I was a real problem as so many people were engaged in helping me. But I was doing my best. Of course, I loved all the attention. I felt so important.

Kit was my guardian, and keeper of the robe. She brough it to me every moment we weren’t shooting. But after a while, I stopped using it. My excuse was that it took too long to fix my makeup. There was some truth to that, but more I was enjoying this dream scenario of being naked in the middle of a room full of people, under the lights, in front of the camera, while all prepared for the next shot. The table was so uncomfortable that, when they would let me, I would sit up or stand between takes. Kit was busy with a lot more than just me, but in those moments, talking with her was one of the best parts. I was swooning.

Although they were after different shots, my job was the same each time. I was to lie still and hold my breath while the detectives questioned the coroner as he inspected me. I could tell it was not a good movie. This was a long scene with too much dialog for what was revealed. And the actors were not very good. I suspected their audition must have been similar to mine. Most of the crew was very professional toward me, but the actors were another story. Although, I enjoyed them. They were distracted by me, and sometimes clearly ogling. They would flirt and joke with me until Kit would stop them. For these, and other distractions I think I caused, we were very delayed. We had to stay late and still did not finish.

As much as I wanted this experience to never end, I was terrified when I heard them talking about coming back tomorrow. No doubt my father knew what I had done and was waiting for me. I expected to drive home for a shower and a world-class lecture, if not worse. If I went home, I doubted I could come back. I was lying on the table, holding my breath, trying to think of how I could explain my problem, while they were trying to finish one last shot for the night. Then a solution presented itself - in the worst possible way.

Everyone turned their attention to a commotion at the door. I sat up but could not see past the lights. It sounded like an argument between Kit, and to my horror, I recognized the voice of my father.

I wish I could report that I was strong and boldly confronted him. But that is not what happened. I briefly panicked and thought to run. But my father was at the only exit. Realizing I was sitting under the lights with nowhere to hide and no idea where Kit had put the robe, I deflated. I knew it was over. Feeling completely defeated and embarrassed, I just covered my face and cried. The next few minutes seemed like forever, as everyone discovered what was happening. They convinced my father to go back outside. Kit brought me the robe and tried to console me. I told her I was 21 years old, and he had no right to be here. She was sympathetic, but suggested it was best I go home.

My father drove me home in his car without speaking a word to me. I had no idea how he found me or how he got to the school. I didn’t ask. I wasn’t speaking to him either. I just sat there, still in the robe, with my dress and purse in a trash bag on my lap, trying not to cry.

This was as bad as it ever was between my father and I. He was so mad; he couldn’t even lecture me. In the few words he spoke to me over the next days, I knew I was done with the movie. In part for my father’s wishes, in part for my extreme embarrassment, I didn’t even reach out to them to get paid.

Mostly for lack of trust from my father, this did cause difficulty for my acting work. I guess Joanne got what she wanted. What I regret most now is that I never saw the movie or know for sure if it was ever released. The working title was something like Law and Disorder. I understood they were intending to enter some film festivals. But I don’t know what happened. I have since searched online for it, but no luck. As disturbing as I looked in the makeup, I would love to see the movie today. More so, I wish I could see behind the scenes. It was an amazing adventure, but not my last movie, or full body makeup experience. Eventually, I even got my nude audition – a story for another time.




As I like to help the reader truly picture the story…

Pictures:
(Sorry they are old and damaged.)

1: A photo taken during my junior year, just prior to the summer of this story.

2: Another photo from around this time. I remember this shirt. I made it myself. It reads: “Tom Selleck Eats Quiche, and I Don’t Care” (Derived from an 80’s saying.)

3: I don’t have a picture of the car, but I found this one that is much like Michael’s Karmann Ghia.

Any Sue - thank you again for another story. Lucky Michael! A great pity your dad couldn’t let you be you. Did things improve with him later?

Any one who finds this pic “disappointing”needs to stop reading this thread right now…. Seriously! Such a lovely sight. “Gorgeous”.

i can’t wait to sit down with your next entry and let my imagination be taken on our next adventure.

Another great read and again I am envious of Michaels opportunity to sooth the excitement that was raging in your young heart on the initial trip to Havana.
Such road trips can be fun, creating such anticipation of what’s next and never really knowing until it plays out.
You are always welcome in my passenger seat if you even need to relive the topless experience… the sun dress would be optional.

Amy Sue Photos
 

I have posted some edits on this thread and they are now in an album along with some further pics.

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