I was careless once and it's one of the great unknowns of my life whether I got found out.
10 years ago, my girlfriend and I were in a long distance relationship. To tide me over, she suggested (and thus happily posed for) several nude photos.
At the start (in 2001), digital cameras were still quite new and very expensive so we picked up a cheap polaroid camera. At first I kept the photos in an envelope until, by coincidence, the following christmas my mother gave me a gift of a photo album. Little did she know what I used it for!
So the years went by and any photos that were taken were put in the album. It was then put into a clear plastic bag and in to a box in my wardrobe. My girlfriend would joke about it. "Were you missing me? Did the album get taken out?"
I got quite used to the album and even when I finally managed to get an early digital camera (in 2004), I actually printed out a few photos and stuck them in the album!
Anyway, in 2005, circumstances finally allowed me to move to where she was. I informed my housemates that I'd be out by the end of the month, which would be a Monday. Over the course of the next few weekends I moved various things from my life the almost three hour journey to her place. By the final weekend, there was only two loads left. I said goodbye to my housemates and hit the road with the second-last load. I told them I'd be back on Monday and would clear out the last of my stuff. All that was left was odds and ends, my CD collection, the boxes in my wardrobe and the sheets on the bed.
That Saturday though, one of the housemates called me on the phone. Their plan was for one of them to move in to my room (which was big), the other would then move into the second-largest room and they'd advertise the smallest room. They'd both be working on Monday though so did I mind if they just moved the last of my shit out into the hallway and did their moving before the weekend was over?
I immediately thought of the photo album but not wanting to appear weird (and possibly arouse suspicion) I said fine.
I arrived on Monday morning to find about 7 or 8 boxes in the hallway. They'd packed my CDs into two boxes and even folded up the bed sheets for me. The boxes from the wardrobe (being smaller than the CD ones) were on top and there staring up at me from one of them was the photo album. It was still in its clear plastic bag but, without getting all CSI and dusting for fingerprints, I had no way of knowing if one of them had just been nosy and glanced through it. Both of them were at work too, so I couldn't gauge their reactions etc.
I packed the boxes in to my car and left. To this day, I don't know if they got to see such pics as: my girlfriend topless, naked, fingering herself, sucking me off, flashing in public and riding me. I've never figured out a way to ask!
