0 comments/ 59197 views/ 5 favorites Bernard, A French Photographer Ch. 1 By: Jillykins It was during our first holiday at the French nudist resort of Le Cap d'Agde that we met Bernard. Chris and I had only been together for about 8 months and I had never been on a naturist holiday before, in fact I had only recently started to go nude outside of our home. However I was beginning to enjoy the sexual buzz of the opportunities to flaunt my naked body amongst other people. By this time though, in order to please Chris and to make myself even more sexy, I was shaving all of my pubic hair off and enjoying the fact that I was being noticed when I was naked. Without hair to cover my pussy I feel that I am now totally naked and different to most other ladies. My vaginal lips are quite large and being shaved means that they are always totally exposed and I love it, also the admiring glances that I inevitably get because my sex lips are so obvious. Being in the resort of Agde meant that we were able to go out in the streets of the town naked. Each day Chris and I would go for a walk along to the end of the nudist beach and into the non nudist area. We would always stroll amongst people who were all wearing at least bikini pants but we would remain quite naked. It gave me a big thrill to be the only naked lady and to show my body with my aroused and therefore swollen and glistening, shaven quim so clearly displayed to all of the people there. It was after one of these walks that this tale really starts. We had come off the beach and were lounging, naked at the Baskin Robbins ice cream parlour when a pleasant looking man approached us and told Chris that he was a French amateur photographer and he would very much like to take some nude photos of me because he thought that I was very attractive. I was very flattered when Chris told me and after a little discussion we agreed to meet him in a while. We went back to our apartment and I freshened up my make up and had a quick trim with the shaver between my legs then, still naked, we went downstairs into the street to meet the man who's name he said was Bernard. We took him back up to our apartment and on to the small balcony where he took out his camera. We started the photo session and he took a few ordinary shots of me naked. It wasn't long however before he was telling me how he wanted me to pose, which was what we know is called "fully exposed, continental and open". He had me bending over with my legs wide apart so that he could photograph the dark rose of my bumhole as well as my hairless pussy which was now very excited with the swollen lips hanging between my legs. He had me sitting with legs up in the air and wide apart, so that he could photograph the large bald, open split and floppy lips. He even got me to hold my lips and pull them wide apart so that he could see and photograph closely, my large, erect clitoris peeping from my swollen and very excited cunt. I was so excited exposing every detail of my breasts and nipples, all of my sex, bumhole, everything in this very erotic way to a complete stranger, Bernard could see right inside me as I pulled my floppy cunt lips so obscenly open for his camera. I had never before displayed myself so blatently for anyone not even to Chris but it was so decadent and I was so turned on and loving every minute of showing my naked, shaven and very excited open cunt in such detail to a stranger who was so obviously enjoying my display. Bernard easily persuaded me to slip two fingers inside my eager cunt and masturbate for his camera. There had been times when I had done this to myself when I was alone but never in front of anyone before. Chris was avidly watching and obviously enjoying all of this as his prick very erect. He commented on Bernard's blatant interest in my pussy and Bernard replied that in his view "a girl is not naked until she has removed every vestige of her pubic hair so that her cunt is fully exposed and not hidden from view at all and she is prepared to show it". Chris echoed these sentiments and I guess that deep down I also felt just the same. Being shaved means that I feel cleaner, well groomed and different from most other women and the way that my sex lips are so openly on show with no hair to hide them I feel that, as nothing is hidden then in a way, I stand out from the crowd. I was very proud of my newly found naked freedom. I wanted people to see everything that I have in a sexy way. Well Bernard took a complete roll of film of me exposing everything to him and he also took note of our address promising that he would send a set of prints to us which, true to his word, he did, but he sent them a few at a time so that we kept up correspondence with him. The photos were as we had expected very explicit with absolutely nothing hidden from his camera. My sex was on show in all its detail and in some the photos were just of my shaven and open cunt with my clitoris standing proudly erect. His English was pretty good and we even wrote to him in French. We found out that in French the word 'minou' is sometimes used for cunt but that a fuck is the same in whichever language. The following year we went back to Agde. We wrote and told Bernard when we would be there and agreed to meet him once again for some more photos. This time we met him at one of the beach bars and had a drink before once again going back to our apartment. He showed us some photos that he had taken of other ladies. They were of all nationalities, British, Swiss, French and Dutch Every one of the girls was shaven, and they were all showing everything just as I had done, some were also pierced with rings in their nipples and labia. He even had some showing two of his friends fucking. This time the photos that he took were sexy from the outset. Well he had seen every part of me previously hadn't he so I had no reason to hide anything this time. He had brought stockings and suspenders for me to wear. I eagerly posed as he directed standing with my legs open wide while he lay beneath me photographing straight up to my cunt, pulling my engorged crinkly lips apart so that he could admire and photograph my erect clitoris. My clit gets very big when it is excited, growing almost like a tiny cock, up to an inch long at times, in fact Bernard has said that he has never seen a bigger one and he goes into raptures about it. Chris and I loved every minute of it and again Chris' prick was erect all the time even dribbling pre-cum down his leg. I posed wearing the sexy revealing and transparent dresses that I had brought to wear out in the town in the evenings. Like the previous year I opened my legs wide and Bernard photographed me with my fingers buried deep in my pussy masturbating myself. This made me feel extra sexy but I only wished that posing like this would have made Bernards cock rise to the occasion as well as he too was naked, but alas, it didn't. Perhaps I should have given him some encouragement and rubbed it for him. Chris would have loved that as he is always saying that he would love to see me wanking other mens cocks even sucking them. My cunt was very juicy and longing to have Chris' cock fill it which he did just as soon as Bernard left us. We only wish in retrospect that we had let Bernard photograph that prick slipping between my lips and deep into my cunt. Once again we kept in contact with him and he sent us copies of all the photos that he took of me. His letters always referred to my "gorgeous cunt and large clittie" his words and how he would love to be able to suck it. I must admit that I felt very flattered that a stranger should think me attractive enough to want to take photos of me even if it was mainly because I shave my fanny. Chris loves it when other people see me naked and can see the prominent lips and clittie in my shaven sex. He says that he would love me to pose for other photographers but back home I become shy. However we have had a number of Chris' photos of me published in some of the glamour magazines like Escort and Razzle and between us we have written articles for H&E the naturist magazine. I feel very turned on at the thought of other folk seeing me naked and maybe wanking over the sight of my shaven sex spread wide for them to see. How would you feel posing with your legs open and pulling your cunt flaps apart, showing everything to a virtual stranger? What is more, again at Chris' request I gave up wearing undies except for stockings and suspenders, no bra and no knickers, even under short mini-skirts and lacy blouses. I just love the feeling of freedom that being knickerless under my mini skirt brings with the air always around my totally naked, bald, pussy and my bare arse. I also love the possible danger that if the wind lifts my short skirt in public everyone may see that I am knickerless and shaved. It has happened on several occasions. Chris would love me to "accidentally" deliberately show other people that I am always knickerless by making my skirt ride up when I sit or stand or bend over to examine things in shop windows etc. or to leave all the buttons undone on my skirts so that it opens in the street as I walk, but I am not that brave. Bernard, A French Photographer Ch. 2 Bernard you may remember is the French amateur photographer that Chris and I met in 1989 at the Naturist resort of Agde in the South of France. He took some very sexy nude photos of me and said that a girl is not naked until she has shaved away all of her pubic hair so that when she strips the lips of her cunt are always on show. A sentiment that both Chris and I heartily endorse. We met him again in 1991 and had kept in touch with him for most of the time since but eventually we seemed to lose contact and as he had changed his address a couple of times we thought that he had gone completely. However Chris wrote to tell him that we were once again going to Agde and got a reply. We told him where to find our apartment there and left it at that. Bernard said that he would call on Tuesday. We were sitting naked in our apartment eating lunch of baguette, cheese and pate when the doorbell rang, we answered it and there on the doorstep stood Bernard also naked. We invited him in and offered him some of our lunch which he accepted. We chatted about what he had been up to since our last meeting two years ago and of the ladies that he had photographed. Then he asked if he could take some more photos of me. As always in the past he had enthused about my floppy sex lips and my large clitoris, saying that they were the loveliest and largest that he had seen and I can assure you that Bernard has seen and photographed hundreds close up. He suggested that he could take us out to a local theme park not very far away from the naturist complex to take photos of me exposing my breasts and my shaven sex in public, but knowing that Bernard likes to take photos that expose everything, and although we liked the idea, even in France we thought that this was too much even though I had previously lost all my inhibitions with Bernard. He had previously seen me opening my vaginal lips for his camera. He had seen me slip my fingers inside myself and I had even allowed him to pull my lips open himself to show me just how he wanted me to pose. He is also well aware that I don't wear either a bra or knickers and of course he would have loved to photograph me showing everything, with my legs spread wide in a public, possibly even to strip naked in a very public place, as far as that goes so would Chris and even though the thought of exposing my naked shaven sex in such a way excited me, I just could not be that outrageous so I declined his suggestion. In retrospect maybe we could have done the photos in the naturist town as perhaps I could have posed there with my cunt blatantly on show with people about and able to see me posing so lewdly. That was the way I sat when at the various bars anyway, with my legs wide open showing my shaven pussy so it would only have been extra outrageous because people would see Bernard photographing me exposing myself. He asked me if I had brought any sexy, revealing, clothes which of course I had, plenty, as at Agde I can wear the most revealing clothes out in the town. I put on my braless basque and stockings so that my breasts, nipples and shaven sex were fully exposed and excited, my juices were already starting to flow making my lips glisten. I posed for him while Chris, looking on, was taking photos of Bernard taking photos of me on our balcony just two floors up from the busy street below. I was leaning over the balustrade with my legs spread so that he could photograph my pouting, bald cunt and the naked dark rose of my arsehole. All the time he was taking pictures of my "peche" as he said a bald cunt is sometimes called. I put on my black totally transparent kaftan that I had brought to wear in the evenings with just stockings and suspenders, that showed my breasts, nipples and bald pussy bare and on view under it. He had me lay on my back, legs spread wide open. He put his fingers between my swollen labia pulling them apart to open my cunt wide to show me just how he wanted me to open myself in order to expose every detail of my vagina and my swollen clitoris for his camera. He said that he would love to be able to kiss and suck it. Perhaps we should have let him. I lay on my back with legs wide apart my fingers pulling my swollen, pink lips wide open to show absolutely everything to his camera just as if I were waiting for someone to slip a cock between the lips and fuck me as he took close ups of my bare and wide open pussy and my bumhole. His camera could see right into my wide open quim and the tight dark brown rim of my arsehole, my sex lips were throbbing, I rubbed my clittie as he photographed me, making it grow really large and stand up from it's sheath, then I slipped my fingers right up inside myself whilst he watched and photographed me finger myself. I was so aroused holding my sex open wide like this and blatantly masturbating in front of a man I hardly kew so that he could photograph my fingers slipping in and out of my cunt. Chris was loving it as he loves to see me displaying myself especially like this. Watching me being so horny with another man who was photographing me had given him a rampant hard prick with a string of pre cum dribbling from it. We asked Bernard if he ever got an erection when he took these photos but he said that he didn't unless, as often happened, the lady invited him to join in and play with her naked body, letting him suck, finger and often, fuck her. It really was a shame that his prick didn't get hard I would have loved to have seen him aroused. Chris would have loved it if I had caressed Bernard's cock and wanked him, even sucked him deep into my mouth. Perhaps if he had become hard I might have done something about it. I was so excited having a virtual stranger see and photograph me as I displayed myself in such a blatant and outrageously sexy way. It felt so sensual letting Bernard touch and open my shaven lips and take such intimate photos of me, his camera lens so close that at times it seemed as if he was fucking me with it. Some of his photographs show nothing but my wide open quim with my clit almost an inch long and protruding out of it's little hood like a tiny cock. I had never felt so hot for some real sex it seemed to be on fire. By this time Bernard had run out of film but Chris told him to carry on photographing me using his camera to photograph us as he went down on me and kissed then licked and sucked my dripping sex, then I got on my knees and took Chris' cock deep into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked as his prick fucked my mouth, while Bernard was photographing us sucking, until Chris came off into my mouth. I swallowed most of the cream but with some dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. I felt so wanton but so thrilled performing like this in front of a third person while he photographed us enjoying sex and all the time with my legs spread wide displaying every detail of my naked shaven and open pussy in all it's glory. We only wish now that instead of me sucking him to orgasm we had let Bernard photograph Chris' rampant prick slipping into my well lubricated cunt. A week later Bernard turned up again and brought us a set of the photos. They were of course quite pornographic as well as photographic but we loved them. We kept up correspondence for a while with Bernard but have since lapsed. Maybe when we go to Agde next we will try to contact him again. Chris wishes that we could meet a "Bernard" in England to take more photos of us together but when at Agde it seems so different and I am then completely uninhibited and become a total exhibitionist. However when we are home although I frequently wear short skirts and see through blouses but never bras or knickers but I cannot bring myself to be as blatant as I am in France. At home or abroad I love the freedom that being knickerless brings, to know that my pussy is never completely covered and to feel the breeze constantly carressing my hot, naked vaginal lips and between my legs. Chris would love me to be more blatant and frequently display the knickerless split between my legs, accidentally, if you know what I mean, to other people. Sometimes it does happen but that really is an accident. I often go out in the town wearing just a coat with nothing but stockings and suspenders under it and there have been many occasions when I have been photographed and videod, completely naked in public places. It gets the adrenalin flowing for us both. Perhaps if we were to meet Bernard again I would be much more outgoing and pose openly for him in public places. If only he had got an erection I might have let him suck and finger me and maybe I would have wanked his prick for him. That is something else that Chris would like to see me do, maybe one day.