I managed to get my wife to pose in a photobooth a long time ago. I'd had some fantasies about a woman posing nude in a photobooth for a while, prompted by 2 big sources: one was the music video "Can't Get Enough" by Winger and the other was a Playboy Playmate who had a one (or more) photos from her and a friend flashing their tits in a photobooth on her bio page (BTW, I don't know what issue that is from. It was looked at in secret in my uncle's house in the 80's. Anyone have a clue, please let me know).
We hadn't been married very long, so I was still inching toward doing anything really daring. But this was in interesting case: the photobooth was the old analog style and located in a dying mall. I managed to talk her into it because the photobooth was old and doesn't keep a record of photos, plus the mall was dying. Half the shops were closed and it was pretty vacant, especially during week nights.
While driving there, she asked what I wanted her to do. I suggested she take off her bra beforehand, so the bra marks would be gone (She hung the bra on the rearview mirror
). We went late, when most of the remaining mall would be closed except for a Dollar Movie Theater that still ran at night. The photobooth was just a little bit away from the theater so that it was still in a part of the mall open to the public. Going inside, there was no one around, I think maybe one guy ran the theater at a time. We wandered over to the photobooth and she ducked inside. I kept watch. Rather than just pulling her shirt up, she removed it completely. A few photo flashes later, and she popped out, shirt back on. I grabbed the photos and she kinda tugged on my arm to leave rather than linger.
The photos were amusing. Because of her height, her breasts are barely visible in a couple shots. She was serious in the first photo, just looking at the camera, but soon a smirk creeps on her face and by the last one she is playing with her hair. I scanned the photos as soon as I could, then stored the originals with a regular photo near my side of our bed.
That's the only time I managed to get her to do it. The newer digital photobooths tend to scare her off, especially since some of them include recently taken photos in the looped advertisements playing on the outside. It also doesn't help that some of them say they can e-mail you the photos, meaning the photos get stored. But I know that she remembers our little adventure because she'll see me eyeing a photobooth and say 'no'.
