3 comments/ 34396 views/ 3 favorites Exposing My Body Online Ch. 01 By: davidwriter "Hi babe, watcha up to?" "Nothing much," I said. It was Mandy on the phone, my closest friend. "Well, I've got a nice bottle of red and a lasagna in the oven, why don't you come for dinner?" "Yeah, sure, why not," I replied. Mandy was always fun. What's more, right now I needed some distraction, a girl's night in. It had been two weeks since Rick dumped me, and the pain in my heart had still hardly subsided. I've had plenty of breakups before, like anyone, but this one really hurt. I mean, it wasn't as though I was sure he was the one or anything, although he might have been. Because it was good, what we had, it was really good. Or so I thought. "It's not you, it's me," I remember him saying when he laid the news on me. I didn't even see it coming, but I should have. But he told me he loved me -- only three day before he dumped me, he had told me that! I sat there and cried pathetically for a while, with damn Rick sitting there trying to comfort me. Eventually I shook him off me. I didn't want him touching me. "Rick, what is this about? Don't just say 'oh it's not you, it me' -- that's just a cop out and you know it. It's that little slut from your office, isn't it?" He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. The bastard. I knew something was going on with that little whore. "I thought so. So what has that little bitch got that I haven't? Hmm?" It sounded petulant, but I didn't know what else to say. He just sat there, saying nothing. "Well?" I'm not an assertive person but I was trying to be, trying to be strong, but all the while I was dying inside. It was just horrible. "Oh Rachel, I don't know. It just wasn't working for me." Another cop out. I just needed to know. I didn't want to go through months of agony trying to figure out why. However painful, I wanted -- needed - to know. I thought he loved me! "Rick, that's not good enough. Come on, how long have you been fucking her, hmm? Tell me!" If it sounded like I was in control, in truth I was barely holding back the tears. I was collapsing inside. He looked as if he'd rather be any place else but with me right now. Good. "Oh, I don't know, it's just that, well... you're not sexual enough." Not sexual enough. What did that mean? "Look, I've got to go, I'm gonna be late for work," he said. With that he up and left. I haven't seen or heard from him since. The horror of sitting there, desolate, the man in my life walking out of the room with nothing much more to say than I was 'not sexual enough', just as casual as that, it was almost too much to bear. Not sexual enough. Actually, I did know what he meant, or at least I was pretty sure. It was the blow jobs. All he ever wanted to do was cum in my mouth. That was fine for him, but the fact is that I just don't like the taste. I tried to please, I really tried to get used to it, because I loved him. And because I loved him, and he loved me -- or so he said -- I thought he could accept it. I mean, I would never have asked him to do anything he didn't want to, especially something as intimate as that. But looking back I knew that it always grated with him, he always wanted it, and he resented the fact that I didn't. The arsehole. The sad irony of all this, I mulled over in my brain during the drive over to Mandy's, was that it wasn't as though I didn't enjoy taking him into my mouth. In fact, I loved it, I loved sucking cock, Rick's cock. Just not to its natural conclusion. I love the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth, letting my tongue slide up and down the shaft, feeling the texture, the veins, licking the head, the eye -- yeah, I love that. And I love the feeling of cum on my body -- I loved it when he spurted all over my breasts, rubbing that sticky liquid into my nipples; it's just so unmistakable, the essence of male. And I loved just watching him cum, holding his dick, feeling it's warmth, its hardness, the way it pulsed and throbbed as he unloaded on my body, watching the muscles in his body tense -- oh he has such a great body, so muscular! -- and that masculine grimace on his face as he spurted all over me! Watching it spurt! God how I loved that. Right now for all I knew that little office slut is probably taking a load of his cum down her throat. Little slut. Oh it hurt so much to even think of that, but try as I might that image kept flashing before my eyes. Damn it. Damn you Rick! I loved you! Didn't that mean anything? Soon I had arrived at Mandy's house. She met me with an embrace. It was good to see her. "So, how's it going?" she said. "Oh, not great, you know, with Rick and everything." "Yeah, I'm sorry to hear about that. Rick -- what a prick. Rick the Prick, that's what I'll call him now. You deserve better than that prick." "Thanks babe," I smiled. Yeah, she's right -- Rick the prick. "I mean, look at you," Mandy said, looking me up and down. "How could any guy drop you -- you're such a honey! Rachel, it won't take you long to find someone better, someone that's worth it, you'll see. Babe, look at you -- if I was a guy, I'd fuck you!" We both laughed. It was really nice to be among friendly company -- and Mandy is such a great cook! I ate with gusto, which was good because my appetite had gone out the door along with my man. I hadn't been eating well these past few weeks. "How's it going with Dave?" I said. Dave was her boyfriend. They'd been going out for about eight months now. "Fantastic! Oh God, that man is such an animal. Mmmm! He just can't get enough of me! But babe, I suppose I shouldn't be talking about that sort of stuff; I don't want to make you feel worse, what with Rick and all." "No Mandy, it's OK. I mean, I can at least live vicariously through your adventures even though my own life is going down the toilet. So come on -- details -- give me the details!" And I knew there'd be some saucy adventures: she was certainly out there when it came to sex. "Well," she said, grinning madly like the cat that ate the cream, "Dave, as I think I've already told you, is into sex outdoors. You know, in 'inappropriate' places, where you might get caught." "Do tell!" I said. This was fun, a welcome distraction. "Well, last night we went to the movies, and then afterwards as we walked to the car park, he said: 'babe, you look so horny in that dress that it's giving me a hard on. When we get to the car I'm going to push you over the hood and fuck you, I'm going to do it, whether you like it or not, and I don't care who sees us'." "God! So what did you say? Did you let him do it?" I said. "I said, 'no, you're not going to fuck me in the car park'. And he said, 'well, I dare you. I dare you to let me. And if you don't, well you're just a prick tease chicken, a prudish little girlie'. "Well, you know me with dares," she continued. "So I looked him in the eye and said 'OK, have it your way -- but you better be good!'" We both laughed. I loved it how Mandy was so open about her sex life. I always felt a bit embarrassed telling her about me and Rick, but of course she always pressed me for the hot gossip. "So, what happened?" I said. "We get to the car," she said, pausing for another sip of wine, "and by then I'm feeling real horny -- I mean, he's about to fuck me in public, and people might see! I guess I'm as depraved as he is!" she laughed. "And?" I said. I was on the edge of my seat now! "I looked around. It was one of those basement carparks. There was no one else there. I took a deep breath, then I lifted my dress and leaned over across the car and said: 'OK, you fucker, I'm ready. Fuck me." "Wow!" I said as we both giggled. "And then?" "And then he grabbed my hips. I felt his hardon nudging against my legs as he guided it in. It went straight in -- God, I was so horny, I was more than ready! Then he started fucking me, sliding in and out. I just lay there with my cheek resting on the hood as he took me. Oh Rach, it was just so wild!" "Wow, that's, that's pretty out there!" I said. "Yeah, and it didn't end there. After a while I was getting a cramp in my neck, so I turned my head to the other side. And then I saw another couple -- they'd obviously come from the movie as well -- and they were just standing there, holding hands, watching us. They were barely 50 metres away!" "So what did you do?" "I said, 'Dave, there are people watching!', and with that he just grunted. He didn't stop, he just started pounding me harder, and I just lay there watching the couple as they watched us. God, it was so physical, so horny, so, I don't know - wrong. Soon I felt him cumming, and oh God, that just sent me right over the edge! We came together -- a first time for that! It was incredible!" "Wow!" I said. "And what happened with the couple?" "They just stood there for a while. We disentangled and got into the car, and then they started walking over to us! Turns out their car was parked next to ours... As we pulled out to drive away, I remember looking across at them in their car and they were both smiling back at us. They definitely enjoyed the show!" "God Mandy, that's pretty wild," I said. I took another sip of wine. We chatted away for a while, but soon it was starting to get late. "I'm going to have to get going soon," I said, feeling nicely contented after such a nice evening, and after the first decent meal I'd had in weeks. "Yeah, it is late," she said, "but before you go, can I ask a favour? And you can't say no, OK?" "Yeah, sure." I want you to take some pictures of me." "Er, sure." "But not normal photos -- naked ones." What? She wants me to take naked photos of her? "Yeah I know, it's a weird favour, but it's Dave, he dared me to do it." "Do what?" I said, mystified. "Well, these will be for one of those voyeur websites. You know, where girls post naked pics of themselves for everyone to see. Well, he dared me the other day -- he said, 'you're hotter than most of these sluts here, you should be on this site'. Of course I refused, and then he dared me, told me I didn't have the guts, and so..." "Mandy, you've got to be kidding," I said, shocked, although loosened up somewhat by the wine as well as her horny carpark tale, so that it wasn't too much of a head spin. I had vaguely heard of such websites but I'd never actually seen one. "You can't do that," I said, amazed that she would even think of such a thing. "I mean, that's kind of sordid isn't it? And what if someone you know sees the pics and recognizes you?" "Oh don't worry about that. I'll blur my face on the files before I send them. I'll be completely anonymous, and thousands of guys will be looking at me! "Look," she continued, getting up to grab her laptop. She logged onto to a website. "I'll show you. Here, see. Girls post their pics on this site, and guys look at them and make comments, you know, sexy comments. They even have voting for the best girls. Can you believe it?" I looked at the computer. Mandy clicked on one entry entitled -- 'Afternoon Fun In The Sun' -- and there was a woman lying naked on a towel. Her eyes were blurred. We looked at a few others. Some had the faces completely blurred, some were not. And some of the photos, oh dear, some of them were very graphic. "Why would anyone do this?" I asked. "It's degrading, all those guys looking at you." "All those guys looking at you and making comments about your naked body, what they'd like to do to you, that's what it's about. I mean, forget feminism -- who doesn't want to be adored?" she said. "Look, it's not my scene, but Dave dared me, and, well, you know me. And anyway, no one will recognize me after I've touched up the pics." "But don't you think Dave checking out all these other girls is a bit weird, kind of like cheating?" I said. "Well, a bit. But look, he's a guy, and guys are, well, they're just guys -- they like porn. It's just the way it is; even the ones who say they don't -- they all do. You can't change it. And anyway, it's not like he's going to fuck any of them. And if him checking out these girls on this website gets him all steamed up and ready to go, well that's just all the better for me. That's how I look at it." "Fair enough, I suppose," I said. "OK," she said as she got up and reached for the camera over on the sideboard. "Here's the camera; it's pretty simple to operate. I'll stand over here, and you just shoot away, OK?" "OK." She quickly stripped off her clothes. It was no big deal really. I mean, we'd seen each other naked enough times in changing rooms. But it was a bit weird; I was about to take photos of my best friend, naked!" "OK, I'm ready," she said as she peeled off the last vestige of clothing, her panties. She stood there looking at me, hands on hips, in all her naked glory. She did have a good body. I pressed the button, started taking the pictures. She started doing a few poses, thrusting her hips out at me. It was almost funny. "Well, what do you think?" she said, turning to the side in some kind of mock model's pose. "If you were a guy, would you fuck me?" "Yeah, I'd fuck you if I was a guy," I laughed. She giggled, then turned around, turning her head to look over her shoulder back at the camera. "You know, I have to admit that the thought of all those guys looking at me and getting turned on, I like it!" she said. "Even better, no one will know it's me." "OK," I said, "I think we've got enough here." I'd taken about 20 shots, that would surely be enough. She pulled on a robe and came over. We both looked into the camera, looking at the shots. In a strange kind of way it was sort of fun, not a sordid thing; it felt like we were teenagers again just having a lark. "Yeah, I like that one," she said, looking at one particular pose. "Thanks babe, Dave is gonna be blown away by this!" Soon enough I was on my way home. It was a slightly weird ending to a fun night, but it was fun, and I certainly felt better than I had beforehand. But the days dragged on. I couldn't get Rick off my mind; the memory of him, of us, was with me constantly, interrupted only by anxious thoughts of what that dirty slut of his might be doing to him possibly at this very minute. The work day grind was now a welcome distraction, for once I was home I had idle time on my hands, idle time for my mind to drift back to the topic of Rick. Not sexual enough. Damn him! What was worse was that his words were developing into a self-fulfilling prophesy -- like it always is with breakups, I was feeling not just hurt, for my heart ached so much -- but also drab, grey, ugly, even boring. I felt like no one male could possibly desire me. I was beginning to feel 'not sexual enough'. No, he's wrong. It's not like I'm some kind of prude; I love sex -- and sexually, together we were really, really good. Just because I don't like the taste of cum doesn't make me not sexual! And anyway, he lied -- he said he loved me. I never lied to him; I was always open and honest. Damn him! But that didn't change the way I felt. Which was, well, bad, definitely, but also dowdy, rejected, and therefore somehow boring. I felt sexually undesirable, as though no one would want me. A few days later one morning on the way to work as I passed a construction site, there I saw some of the workmen glance from their work to look at me. Inwardly I was somehow hoping for a wolf whistle or some disgusting remark, as if to confirm my status as a sexually desirable woman -- the kind of remark or gesture that once would have enflamed me in a feminist rage. But no such response was forthcoming. They looked up at me briefly, then returned to their hammers and tools, as if their work was of more interest than looking at me. I actually felt deflated. Evenings alone were interminable. I did my best to keep myself occupied: going to the movies after work, the gym, yoga classes, anything to pass the time, to fill the void. What was worse, I was horny all the time. I thought about going out and picking up some guy. I gave it serious consideration, but that kind of thing just wasn't me. There had to be an emotional connection for me; for the moment, my vibrator would have to do. Every night, after half a bottle of wine, I lay in bed, urging myself to relief, trying but failing to conjure even the meekest fantasy that didn't involve my ex-boyfriend. At this rate, I was going to need professional help. In a few months I would turn 30. Thirty years old! Would anyone ever love me again? I knew it was an absurd thought, but it felt real. I sat back on the couch and began to cry. Then the phone rang. "Hiya babe." It was Mandy. "Babe, get your computer. Log on to that website -- my pictures are there!" I grabbed the laptop and logged on. "OK," she said, look in today's section and click the entry that says 'Lazy Susan'." "Lazy Susan?" I said. "Yeah, that's the alias I chose. I wasn't going to use my real name!" I clicked. And there was Mandy, the pics I had taken. Her eyes were blurred; you couldn't recognise her at all. "Well, there you are," I said. "What does Dave think?" "Hasn't seen yet, he's still at work. But hey, scroll down -- look at the comments below." I did. God, there were maybe fifty of them. I read through a few. Some were gushing in their praise of Mandy, or 'Lazy Susan', others urged her to show her face. One requested 'Lazy Susan' should post a pic showing a big cock in her mouth. Others just said things like how sexy she was, and how much they wanted to fuck her. "God Mandy, they don't beat around the bush, do they?" "Yeah, and I've got to say, it's such a rush to read all those comments! I mean, you don't know who they are, some might be fat old balding guys, but then they might be hot guys with great bodies sitting there jerking their hard cocks to my pics. When I think of it like that, mmmmm! It's quite surprising -- this is actually a real turn on. And best of all, there are no messy consequences because no one knows who I am!" "Yeah, I guess. So what, does that mean you'd do this again?" "Well, maybe. Depends on Dave. Have to see what he thinks. Oh, here he is now! Well babe, I better run, reading all this stuff has kind of got me in the mood, you know." "Yeah, I know," I laughed, knowing that she was about to get quite a workout. The kind of exquisite pleasure I used to enjoy with my man... Another day at work, more constant grind. Occasionally when I wasn't thinking abut Rick, my mind returned to the conversation last night with Mandy, and looking at her website entry. All those guys, wanting her... Yet the thing was, as low as my self image had sunk lately, I knew I actually had a better body than hers. It was true, even if it made me feel a little guilty to think of it like that, to compare myself with my friend like that. But it was true. Her breasts were bigger, but mine were firmer, and she was carrying a fair bit weight than me. I was still in very good shape for my age. And the amount of exercise I'd been doing since the breakup had really toned me up nicely. Yes, the fact was that while I felt miserable inside, on the outside I actually did look good. I had a good body, the kind of body that men would find desirable. Because if they were gushing over those pics I'd taken of Mandy, they'd surely be doing the same were they to be looking at me. I took some comfort in this thought; like a lifeline thrown to my heart as it drowned in sorrow. Yes, I am heart broken, lost, but I am an attractive and still young woman, even if not to be still in her 20s for very much longer. Later that night after another half bottle of wine I showered and readied myself for bed. Walking into the bedroom I glanced at the reflection of my naked form. Yes, you do look good, I reassured myself. No supermodel, for sure, and the face a bit plain, but good nonetheless. I stood there studying my figure. Would guys want this body? Would they want to fuck me? It was absurd in some ways, because there was never any doubt: of course they would want to have me. I knew that. But it was as though this truth couldn't be real until it was confirmed by some external means. It was as though I needed proof. I grabbed the vibrator from the drawer and lay on the bed. Yes, guys would want me. I lay there and rubbed the head of the vibrator over my clitoris. It felt nice. I felt myself relaxing, drifting, my mind drifting away. For the first time I was able to conjure a fantasy that didn't include Rick, although the fact that involved me being felt up by the balding, fat proprietor at the local fruit shop -- handling my breasts as though they were a pair of his best ripe peaches -- that did disturb me somewhat. But as I imagined his sweaty, overweight form laying me down among the melons and oranges and nectarines, pulling up my dress, spreading my legs, his fat face looking down at me with that stupid grin I had seen hundreds of times before when I had bought fruit at his shop, and then pushing his cock inside me, fucking me hard, fucking me like a wild goat, I felt that sweet and longed-for release slowly building. Ohh yes... Exposing My Body Online Ch. 01 The next day at work was terrible. I couldn't get Rick off my mind. It reached the stage where I thought to myself that I would let him cum in my mouth every night if only he would have me back. But deep down I knew that that wasn't only pathetic, it just wasn't going to happen. Thank God it was gym night; anything to occupy my mind on something else. At the gym as I changed into my lycra gym wear, I was conscious of myself looking down upon my body. The tight lycra showed off all my curves, my legs, my breasts. Yes, by any estimation I did look good. I felt ugly, worthless, but I was attractive. During my routine I noticed a cute guy working on weights. He looked good: tall, dark hair, nicely proportioned without being too muscle bound. Nice. I thought I caught him checking me out at one point, and it gave me a little thrill. But I couldn't be sure. Was he looking at me? As I kept going on the rowing machine, I tried to steal the odd glance at him. But every time I looked, he was looking straight ahead, not at me. Yet I was sure he was looking. Wasn't he? Yes, he was, but I wanted positive verification; wanted to see the look in his eye, that look that guys give you. But I never caught it, never saw it. Soon his routine was done, and he was gone. I went home feeling, well, slightly annoyed for some reason. I went into the bedroom to get changed out of my gym gear. Yes, I looked good. Why didn't he notice? But then, it wasn't the done thing for a guy to leer at girls in the gym. Yes, he must have been looking, but discreetly. I thought about that website. Guys on that website would surely find me attractive. They would for sure. Maybe hundreds. Maybe even thousands. Thousands of guys looking at me, my body, my body objectified, adored, lusted after by males. It would be, if nothing else, confirmation. As I pondered this it occurred to me how twisted, how absurd this thinking had become. Had I sunk to this: contemplating, even if in a theoretical sense, allowing myself to be a sex object for the pleasure of men, men I didn't even know? To be exploited for my sexuality, to be recognized not for my wit, my intellect, my achievements, my warmth as a person, but instead to be recognized only for the size of my breasts, the curve of my hips, the shape of my legs? But it was more than this even: to be, in a sense, famous for these things, and these things only, if only anonymously. Famous in a virtual world, not the real world. And anonymously, of course, because my face would be blurred. No one would know. I felt somehow charged deep inside my body. I grabbed the camera. Looking into the full length mirror, through the view finder I could see the full reflection of myself. Nice shapely legs, hips clad in tight black lyrca, my upper body encased in my tight yellow top, showing clearly the shape of my breasts. Yes, you do have a nice figure. Holding the camera to my eye, it completely obscured my face. I stood still. Concentrating, I took the shot. Then another. I kept snapping, shifting my hips from side to side as if in some kind of playful dance. I even grabbed one breast with my hand, noticing how hard the nipple had become. It felt, well, somewhere between naughty and downright depraved. It felt good. Soon enough the memory card was full. I downloaded them into the laptop. I logged onto the website. I stopped. What was I doing? It was as if I had been in some kind of trance. I poured myself a glass of wine. I felt somehow sordid, grotesque. Had I just been seriously considering posting photos of my body on a public website for anyone to see? Get a grip girl! How ridiculous. I looked around the apartment. It was somehow a quiet, lonely place. My life seemed almost in ruins. Could it get any worse, were I to do such a thing? Look around. Your man has gone; you can barely function as a normal human being. How would doing this make things worse? And in any case, the pictures I had just taken weren't even naked pictures. I was showing no more than at the gym. And the pictures don't even show my face. Anyone looking at those pictures wouldn't know who I was. I looked at the website. There was a link that read 'Contributions'. I clicked on it. The page opened. I somehow felt like I was entering some kind of forbidden domain. It felt almost exciting. 'Chose An Alias', it read. An alias, I thought. Like 'Lazy Susan'. What would my alias be? I couldn't think of anything. Then for some reason I thought of that old Kinks song. Lola. That can be my alias, Lola. Lola it is. The site gave instructions on how to upload the pics. 'Minimum of four, maximum of eight shots per submission'. Four would be more than enough. I chose four pictures. It wasn't hard as they were all pretty similar, all showing my lycra-clad body, my face obscured in each one by the camera. I included the one where I was cradling my breast. It looked quite suggestive, that one; I felt almost pleased with myself. Satisfied with my choice, I pressed 'Upload' and waited for the files to load. Then a new window appeared: 'Type in your message here'. Message? What should I say? 'Hi guys I'm a sad sack chick who's just been dumped because I won't swallow my man's cum. Check me out?' Hmmm. I thought about it for a bit and then decided to keep it short and sweet. I typed: 'Never done this before. Let me know what you think.' That would do. I clicked on the link. Another line of text and a link appeared. 'Your contribution has been uploaded. It will appear on the site within two days. Click here to confirm you would like to proceed with this contribution'. I stared at the link for a minute or two. My fingers lingered over the mouse for a moment, hesitating, and then finally: Click. Exposing My Body Online Ch. 02 Two days passed. I had to admit, I felt just a little bit excited to think that when I got home my pictures would be there on that website and, hopefully, there would be comments from guys about my body! How strange, I thought: if I ever thought of girls doing this sort of thing, it was in the context of bikini models or, worse, porn. Dumb girls who were either sluts or didn't know any better or just were too dumb to earn a proper living. But more or less this was exactly what I had done, wasn't it? But I wasn't a dumb girl, and I certainly wasn't a slut. I was university educated; I had a brain and I was using it. I was a senior legal secretary at a prominent city law firm. A legal secretary doesn't sound like much of a big deal, but it is. You basically run the place. The lawyers wouldn't ever think of it or realize it, but without people like me basically wet nursing them, they'd be in real trouble. And there was real responsibility with the job, because it was in the legal sphere if I got anything wrong there could be grave consequences. But here I was, I thought to myself during the train trip home, an intelligent young woman, if really just an average girl with no particular claim to fame, exhibiting my body on a girlie website! Years ago I would have looked down my nose at such a thing. I would have seen it as puerile and exploitative. But who was being exploited here? Not me. I had done this on my own terms, of my own choosing. And I was doing it anonymously, as 'Lola', just as Mandy had done it as 'Lazy Susan', so, well, who cares? Best of all, it was a nice distraction from thinking about Rick. And that's really what this was about. When I got to the apartment I logged on immediately. The site opened and I scrolled down the day's submissions. There were about 20. I scanned through them. Then I saw it -- Lola. I felt a rush through my body as I clicked the link. There it was: 'Never done this before. Let me know what you think.' And there were my pictures! I scrolled down -- I didn't need to look at them. I needed to see if there were any comments. Yes, there were! About ten of them. I read through some. The first one read: 'Nice start, good body'. -pussyhunter That's nice. 'Boring!' said the next. -Big bob Hmm. I moved on. 'you gotta be nekkid on this sight if U want my vote babe,' -Steve6969 Hmm, yes, and maybe you also need to be able spell, I thought to myself. 'Oh Lola, great body, you look fantastic! Please come back again!' -rog I liked that one; sweet. 'Good body babe, really really nice. Great first contribution -- Pete'. -Pete That's nice. I noticed that Pete even supplied an email address. 'damn Lola, you're hot! Do post again, you've got great tits!' -hardforyou I liked that one. Hardforyou -- what a laugh! 'good start Lola, we're waiting to see more. Show us your tits!' -rocky7 'I quoth from mine play, 'Antony and Cleopatra': Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. But, dear girl, had I not shuffled off this mortal coil some centuries past, I might be driven to an utterance something of the order of: "fuck you're sexy, lola, my cock is hard thinking about those tits".' -William Shakespeare. William Shakespeare? I had to laugh at that. And he's even quoting Shakespeare! 'don't waste our time -- show us your pussy!' -pussiman 'OMG, this is one of the best new posts I've ever seen on this site. Lola, you're so sexy. Please, please, please send more -- more more more!!' -humbert humbert That was the last one. Wow. The various messages tumbled through my head as I took it all in. It was weird. It was exciting. I sat there at the computer, my hand reaching down to gently play with my clitoris as I read them again and again and again. 'love to fuck you'. 'show us your tits'. 'great body'. 'Please come back'. 'my cock is hard thinking about those tits'. 'we're waiting to see more'. 'more more more!'. God, this was as real rush! Mandy wasn't kidding. I read them again as my fingers went to work. Oh yes, this really was fun! 'damn Lola, you're hot' Love that one. Mmm. But one guy had said 'boring'. Another wrote 'don't waste our time'. I felt a little put out at that -- I mean, if you've got nothing nice to say, why not move on to another girl's pics? It wasn't like there was any shortage of them on the website. Boring. How dare he? How damned uncharitable. I was quite annoyed, although I realized that was a silly response. I mean, I don't even know who the guy is -- and I didn't want to know. For all I know it could be anyone -- like a fat old man living in trailer trash hell. Even so, it grated, it spoiled the experience. I'll fix him, I thought to myself. I got up and grabbed the camera. Boring. Let's see if they find this boring! I went into my bedroom and stripped off my work clothes, down to my panties and bra. I looked in the mirror. Yep, you look good. Not 'boring'. I picked up the camera and aimed it at the mirror, at my reflection, standing there in my white underwear. Click. I put the camera down and unclasped my bra. I grabbed the camera again. Click. Good. I trust you won't find this 'boring', Big Bob, I laughed to myself. I slipped my hand inside the waist band of my panties. No, I couldn't do that. But why not? It's not like anyone will know who I am. I took a shot as I rolled the material down over my hip. I had to admit, it looked pretty raunchy. I took them off. Now I was naked. I looked into the camera. Naked girl. It almost didn't look like myself. Well, you couldn't see my face behind the camera. But yes, I did look good. My God, I'm standing in my bedroom taking naked pics of myself! Click. I put the camera down. Four shots, done. I went back to the computer and loaded them onto the desktop. Now, to upload them on the site. But should I? I was suddenly gripped with a sense of apprehension. These are fully naked pics, showing everything! I shouldn't. But it was no more than what Mandy had done. And look at all the comments she had got. And no one will ever know it's me. I sat there for a while contemplating things. Should I? Oh just do it! I uploaded. The message window came up again. What would I write? I typed: 'my second time here - thanks for all the nice comments'. Meaning no thanks for the insults, I thought to myself. I sat there, allowing myself time to be fully sure I really wanted to do this again. I hadn't expected this, wanting to do it a second time, I hadn't really thought about it, but if I had beforehand I would have thought it was a one time and one time only. But here I am again, about to post, this time, naked pics of myself on this website! My fingers strayed down between my legs. The tips of my fingers discovered what my mind already knew, and that was that I was wet. Truth be told, I was feeling extremely horny, extremely sexual, and I liked that feeling. This was exciting. Really exciting. For the first time in a couple of weeks I felt 'alive', blood coursing through my veins, as if before I had been in some kind of coma state. I felt alive, alive in a sexual sense, and it felt good. That is enough, that's enough to know that this is the right thing to do. 'Here you go guys', I found myself thinking as I hit the confirmation button firmly with my finger, 'take a look at this!' Next morning I felt quite contented with myself, almost as if I had done something positive for the first time since Rick dumped me, done something meaningful, some self validating. A pretty sordid method of self validating, but it had felt really, really good. I still ached inside, but I could see a possible light at the end of the darkness. I was thinking all this through as I passed by the construction site on the way to work, where I had been disappointed before when the guys didn't notice me. Yes, shallow, I know, but... As I walked by I squinted out of the corner of my eye as the workmen came into view. One looked up from his work at me, but only briefly, the returned to his hammering. He looked disinterested. I imagined him in my mind as 'Big Bob' from the website, looking at me and thinking, 'boring!' It kind of damped my spirits a bit, though I wasn't sure why. The two days rolled around quickly -- mercifully we were really busy at work. That suited me fine. And that evening, when I got home, hopefully there would be more comments from guys about my pics -- my naked pics! It sent a little thrill through my body as I eagerly walked back to the apartment. I logged on. Yep, there it was. I felt my heart beating strongly. I opened the page and quickly scrolled down to the comments section. There they were -- more this time, maybe 20! 'The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. Dear lady, thou hast mine savage heart soothed, so by thine sweet blossoming flower!' -William Shakespeare Hmm, Shakespeare again. They call Shakespeare the "Immortal Bard" - maybe he really immortal! Well, probably not. "Shakespeare" is probably a pretty strange guy, I thought. But funny. 'babe, you've got a killer body, thank you, thank you. And hey, Shakespeare -- you're an idiot, why don't just fuck off!' -Bikeman Oh Bikeman, that's a bit rough. 'OMG, I just shot a load looking that this!' -hardforyou I felt myself blushing! 'babe, you need a photographer, it's a crime you having to take the shots yourself -- you're just too fucking hot!' -pussyhunter 'Mmmmmmmmm yessssssssssss' -retardo 'please show us your face. This teasing is driving me crazy!' -rocky7 'This site is so great, I love this: you upload, and I unload - my cock that is' -cyber cock 'wow -- you're back -- baby you are the hottest thing I've ever seen on this site. Love to suck those little nipples.' -bigus dickus 'still boring -- but glad U now at least nekkid. Girl get a photographer!' -Big Bob 'dittio Bog Bob, the man speaks the truth -- hell honey, I'll even take the shots myself. Least I could do, he he..' -roger Wonderful contribution Lola. You look so damn sexy with no clothes on, you have a perfect body. I will go to bed with a hardon for you' -Pete I liked that last one. Very sweet. God, this was so exciting! My body felt tingling all over. I looked at Pete's comment again: 'You look so damn sexy with no clothes on, you have a perfect body. I will go to bed with a hard on for you'. It sent a little tingle through my body as I sat there reading it over and over again. Thank you Pete! I saw that Pete supplied an email address again. I should send him a personal thanks. No I shouldn't. But why not? It wasn't really the right thing to be doing, conversing like that with a stranger. But I was anonymous. That was the whole point of this. And so was he, for that matter -- anonymous. Could be anyone, for all I know. Might even be in a different country; might be living in the same apartment block. But I wanted to thank him for making me feel good, who ever and where ever he was; as if nothing else but just to communicate. Yes, I would send him an email. 'Thank you Pete for your kind words, I'm glad you like my pics! -Lola. There, done. Within a minute a response came into my inbox. I felt a sense of, well, almost excitement to see the message from Pete come up. 'The pleasure is all mine my dear. You are just unbelievably sexy! Thank you for sharing!' Nice! I felt thrilled. I replied straight away. "well thank you Pete. You are so sweet. Makes a girl feel special!' I felt almost a little bit silly as I typed that last sentence, it sounded a bit juvenile, but what the hell, it felt good. I almost felt as though I was acting in some play, pretending to be someone else in front of an audience. And the audience loved me! Soon his reply came back. 'Well, you are special. But can I ask, why did you choose to post your pics? I mean, I just love it that you are, and that you're chatting here, but just wondering'. Getting a bit personal, I thought. Oh what the hell. In any case, this was good therapy. I replied. 'well I wouldn't normally have done this, but I was feeling a bit depressed.' His reply came back: 'I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine that you'd be too unhappy for long, if you're depressed about a relationship thing. Forgive me if I'm prying. But if it's that, let me say that you are so sexy that so many guys would be falling over you. And I'd be at the head of the line! But has this helped -- are you feeling any better?' I replied: 'thanks Pete. Yes, it has helped, I am feeling better. I don't want to go into the details with you, because I don't know you, but I guess I was not feeling very attractive.' 'Well, babe, you are -- you are'. I just sent you a pic, I hope you don't mind, but this is what your pics do to me.' I saw the attachment. I opened it. It was a photo, a photo that showed the grainy image of my naked body on a computer screen, but with the torso of a man standing in front of it, naked. His cock was hard. Oh my God. At first it seemed grotesque, and definitely weird. But I looked at it, and noted that the cock in the pic was erect. It was hard, hard because of my pics. And the man's body -- lean and muscular. Sexy. His cock was hard, pointing to the ceiling. Oh God, I felt a throb through my body. My heart was beating fast. Oh my God, look at that! It's depraved, but it's just so hot! I typed a reply: 'thanks Pete, I can see you really like my pics!' "Yes, I can't hide it. Hey, can I ask a request?' he fired back instantly A request, I thought. What could that mean? I felt apprehensive. What does he want? But as I sat there my body tingled; I was sweating. In short, the whole deal was getting me hot. Rather than thinking too much I just went with it. I typed: 'You can ask, but I can always refuse. What is your request?' 'I want you to take a special pic, just for me'. 'Oh yes? What sort of pic' 'Sitting, legs spread, naked. Showing everything. Show me that sweet pussy baby. I need it!' Gosh. I felt myself almost gasping. I hadn't expected this. Oh God, he wants me to do that? My body tingled. I looked over at the camera sitting on the desk. 'show me that sweet pussy baby'. No. I couldn't do it. This was just a little bit too weird, too suss, too, well, I don't know, sordid maybe. No, I can't do that. I typed a reply: 'Sorry Pete, but I don't even know you'. The reply came back: 'I'm sorry Lola, I was out of line there. But you're just so sexy. I hope you are not offended. And please -- please please post again! I'll be looking on the site every day for you!' That's sweet, very nice of him. But was I going to do this again? Probably not, I thought. This had been fun, and it provided the answer I was looking for: it was there in those comments. I typed: 'Pete, it's OK, no offence taken. I might post again, maybe, don't know. It's bedtime now for me -- sweet dreams, and thank you.' I shut the computer down and went to bed. I felt good. I lay there in bed thinking of all the comments. 'I just shot a load looking that this!' 'wow -- you're back -- baby you are the hottest thing I've ever seen on this site. Love to suck those little nipples' 'Wonderful contribution Lola. You look so damn sexy with no clothes on, you have a perfect body. I will go to bed with a hardon for you' I lay there, naked, thinking of all those men looking at me. My naked body. I ran my hands along my hips, feeling my skin. Up along my tummy, my breasts, feeling my nipples, pinching them. Ohh. Touching myself, rubbing my clitoris, my lips, feeling the wetness. I felt myself drifting away, drifting... That night I had a strange dream. I was sitting in the train, on the way to work, just a normal day. In the carriage I was the only female. There were five men in there with me; one standing directly in front of me, the others sitting on the opposite side of the train. I was wearing a short, plain white dress. They were all dressed impeccably in dark blue pinstriped suits, with red ties. They were all looking at me, except the man who stood. He was standing right in front of me, just a little too close. If I looked forward in the carriage, I was staring straight at his crotch. I couldn't see his face. Then all of a sudden he was naked. And the naked image before me was the naked image of Pete in the photograph. And just like the in the photo, his cock was hard. It was right there, right in front of my face. Its presence was almost overpowering; I could almost feel its warmth. The train rocked and the man's body shifted towards me. I looked up as the tip of his cock grazed against my cheek. I felt the sticky fluid bead wipe across my skin. Then I saw his hand as it came down to grab the cock. He took hold and guided it towards me, towards my lips. I felt the tip graze against my lips. I felt its wetness again. He said nothing, though instinctively I knew it was Pete. I looked up, up at the guys on the seats opposite. They were all looking at me now, their eyes transfixed, watching me, that unmistakable look of lust in their eyes. They somehow seemed like a pack of angry wolves waiting to devour their prey. Then I felt Pete thrust forward, thrust his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and let it slide inside. I watched the men; some of them were gasping now, grunting, consumed by their need. The sexual energy in the train was all pervasive. I began to suck Pete's cock, began to slide my lips over it, feeling the size, the warmth, the wetness. The train rocked from side to side as it seemed to pick up speed. Desire burned inside me. I sucked him, devoured him, licked him, loved him. It was like I was in a trance; nothing existed except Pete's cock in my mouth. He grunted. It was a powerful sound. It was about to happen. It was too late now, too late to stop. He was cumming. I felt him thrust deep into my mouth, felt his body spasm. Like a bullet, I felt him blast into my mouth: Bang! Then another blast, throb after throb, pulsing as he flooded my mouth. I was no longer aware of the other men, though they were still there, I was sure. I sucked him and sucked him, milking the last essence, all of it, till there was nothing left. And then he just disappeared. Gone. The others were gone too, but I didn't feel alone. It felt amazing. I pondered over this most strangest of dreams as I lay in bed, trying to will myself to get up, gently playing with my clitoris as I recalled the strange night movements of my consciousness. But as weird as it all was, the strangest thing about the dream was that when he came in my mouth, it was like the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted. Exposing My Body Online Ch. 03 I greeted the new day feeling a sense of invigouration as the dream replayed through my mind. I thought about what lay ahead for the new day. I was feeling adventurous. I decided to try an experiment. For some reason those construction worker guys bothered me. What bothered me was that they weren't bothered to look at me, to wolf whistle or stare – I mean, when you're a girl, that's what construction workers are supposed to do, isn't it? The experiment was to try to grab their attention. And the only way to do that was to alter my appearance – I mean, it's not as though I was going to walk up and talk to them! A short skirt, a much shorter skirt than I normally would wear to work, that would surely get a response. And why not – after all, it was summer. I selected my outfit. White blouse, beige jacket and skirt, short. Nice light brown heels, not too high. Respectable enough. No doubt about it, the mid-thigh length skirt showed off my legs dramatically. I looked business-like enough, totally acceptable, but with a definite air of sexiness. Yes, let's see what they think of this. Satisfied, I grabbed my bag and headed off to work. Soon enough I was passing by the construction site. I had my sunglasses on, which allowed me to see their reactions without putting them off. There they were in their overalls and hard hats. They were working on some kind of steel bar thing, trying to make it fit into some other piece of steel. A saw one guy glance up, but then he looked down again and the iron puzzle. Then he stopped his work and looked up at me again. I caught this out of the corner of my eye – yes, now the guy was checking me out, really checking me out! Once I had passed by them, a let myself smile. That was fun! It felt good, somehow a bit naughty, but soon I found myself starting analyse what I'd just done. This wasn't normal behaviour for me at all – what, was I turning into some kind of exhibitionist? I had never thought of myself like that before, and in fact I wasn't like that. Yes, I have always liked compliments; I mean, who doesn't? But I have never liked guys I don't know leering at me, looking at me like they want to fuck me; I had always found that offensive – even if a part of me actually did like it, which I had to acknowledge, even if that fact in itself annoyed me – that I did like it, even though it disgusted me. As usual in my self analysis sessions, I was going round in circles. Maybe I just think too much. All I knew was this internet posting thing had helped me feel good at a time when pretty much nothing else did. But that had served its purpose; now to get on with life. That was easier said than done. Rick was never far from my mind, and there was always something, even some stupid thing, like a song on radio, a place or landmark I'd pass and then remember the time we'd spent there. There was always something, always something just around the corner, that would remind me. The days began to drag on. Damn it Rick, why did it have to be this way? Wasn't it good? I thought it was. It wasn't just a sexual thing. There was a real bond, a real communication; we liked the same things: music, TV shows, movies. The more I thought about it, now, the more I thought how irreplaceable in my life he is! And all he can say is I'm not sexual enough! But I struggled on. I mean, that's just how it is in these situations: you just get by as best you can, and then eventually things change, things do get better. But you have to walk through a kind of fire of sorts to get there. It's that old cliché: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Well, dying certainly wasn't an option: but there had to be a way to ease the pain, the sheer desolation. I was feeling just so lost. Maybe I could post some more pictures on the internet site? Maybe that would help – it was the only thing that had made a difference so far, if only as a distraction. Yes, I could, maybe even a little raunchier this time. Really show myself, show myself to all those anonymous guys, and see what they think of me. See how many of them think I'm sexy. Yes. But no, I couldn't. I couldn't do it again. It was just a one-off – well, twice, but... What if someone recognized me? I hadn't given that too much thought beforehand, but what if someone did? Yes, my face was obscured, but what if someone figured it out? After all, I had no idea who, or how many, men were looking at my pictures on that site. Maybe hundreds, maybe thousands. Maybe even millions. Millions? It had to be possible. It was the World Wide Web, after all. Potentially, anyone anywhere in the world could log onto that site just as easily and as quickly as I could in my own apartment. Maybe millions of men had already seen me. What if someone did recognize me? What if my employer recognized me? It might well be adequate grounds to terminate my contract. At the least, it would be excruciatingly embarrassing. But then Mr Jameson wouldn't be the kind of guy that would look at that kind of website. But what made me so sure of that? How would I know? How would I know what Jameson did after hours, in private? Just as he would have no idea that his senior legal secretary posted naked pictures of herself on a website after hours. How would he know or suspect that? Unless, of course, he recognized me. As usual, my logical deductions were achieving nothing other than taking me round and round in circles. But what if others recognized me? Friends, or family – my parents! God, I didn't even want to think about that. What if Mandy recognized me – and if anyone might, it would be her. Actually, that wouldn't bother me too much, I could certainly deal with that. What if Rick recognized me? How would I deal with that? Actually, I wasn't sure about that one. It would be mortifying in one sense, but in another, I actually liked the idea. What if someone recognized me? Actually, so what? If I thought about it another way, why couldn't I do what ever I wanted to do, so long as it didn't hurt anyone else? Why should anyone else have any say in this? Shouldn't I be able to choose if and when to show my body? Well, yes – the only thing was, it wasn't my choice as to who would be looking look at me. That could be anyone, anyone in the whole wide world, or the World Wide Web, to be precise. Those three little letters we all know so well: www. And anyone that did recognise me, and then acted upon it, they would be admitting they looked that these kind of websites. How many people would be prepared to do that? I thought about that. Maybe people had already recognized me. Maybe they had, but they were staying silent about it, out of respect, out of not wanting the embarrassment of admitting they looked at such things. Or out of not wanting to make a scene. Or maybe, if they were a male friend or work colleague, they were happy to keep it secret, because they liked it that I had exposed myself – they enjoyed looking at me, secretly enjoying that fact. I thought about it like that, and it almost felt exciting. Like a secret underground sexy society, or something like that. And yet, in reality, how in the world would anyone recognise me? You couldn't see my face. The only clue would have been seeing my bedroom in the pics. And only Rick had seen that. No Rachel, I said to myself, think about it. No one will recognise you. WILL recognise me? That means in the future – meaning in the future doing it again. Could I do this again? I thought about all the comments. How they wanted to fuck me. It felt really good to read them. But others had said I was boring. That hurt, I had to admit. 'Boring' was what I wasn't trying to be, that was part of the point to all this, at least that's what I thought. In truth I didn't really know what to think. I think it's true – I do think too much for my own good sometimes. Sometimes I feel as though it would be just very nice to give my brain a rest, but then that's just me. 'Get a photographer', some had said. I thought about what that meant. A photographer, taking pics of me, looking at me naked. That's a formidable concept. Were I to 'get a photographer', it would mean stripping off my clothes in front of him. Him? Couldn't it be a woman? It could – I could get Mandy to do it. I know she would – she'd think it hilarious, but in a good way. She'd do it, for sure. But did I want that? I didn't think so. But a guy? Hmm. But who? Who could I get to do this? I thought about those photography places, where they do weddings and portraits and stuff. Professional photographers. I had seen some of these places advertising, offering their services for 'intimate' or 'romantic' portraits of your loved one. Well there was no loved one here. And anyway, the whole idea sounded a bit sordid. What a minute. Davros. The young guy in the accounts department at work – he IS a photographer! He takes photos, he's in some kind of photo club. A few weeks ago he was showing his wildlife photos around the office. Apparently he had won some kind of award. Yes, Davros could do it! But, really? I mean, getting a guy at work to take naked pictures of you – and that's if I really even had the guts to do it – wouldn't that be tantamount to showing the whole office? I can just see it now – Monday morning and there he is: 'hey guys, check out these pics of Rachel – she asked me to take naked pics of her!'. No, I might as well get the pics I had already taken and pin them on the office notice board. But what if he agreed not to show or tell anyone? I could ask him. But could I? It wasn't as though I knew him very well. He did seem like a nice guy, though. He was probably a bit younger than me, not bad looking in a kind of dorky way. He was kind of cute, though his haircut was awful. He had nice thick dark hair but it was cut in a kind of nerdy bowl cut. His parents were from some eastern European country, I heard one of the other girls at work say when he joined the company a few months ago. One of them even said he had a crush on me, but I didn't bother too much with that. I mean, it was probably just gossip, and in any case I had a boyfriend at the time. I got out of my chair and walked over to the accounts section. There he was at his computer. There was something nice about him; boyish even, but with a fresh, warm quality. He did seem like a nice person. He looked up at me and smiled as I walked past. Yes, there is a warmth to this guy, I thought. As for asking him to take photos of me, no, I don't think so. And anyway, what was all this about? Really, if I was honest with myself, all this was just a bit fucked up. Letting guys see me was giving me a real thrill, when nothing else was helping ease the anguish I was feeling. But if I was honest, it wasn't really that I wanted guys to look at me and want me. Well, I did, but the point was that in reality, I was just lonely. Rick had dumped me. I wanted to be loved, that's all. But you can't be loved when you're like this. Getting involved with someone else is just not an option – and how can I trust someone with my feelings, with my heart, after what Rick did to me? He said he loved me. A week later he's walking out just so he can get his dick sucked by some young slut! What I need is fun. Go out with friends, do things, enroll in a course – like that film appreciation course I was looking at the other day. That's what I need. I need to be active, to have things to do, a range of activities that will fill the void, some of which will allow me to meet new friends. That's what I need. Yes, I will enroll in that movie critics course, and renew my yoga class membership. Maybe even join a bushwalking group. Yes. And now I have got time on my hands to do these things – I am free, a free agent! But if this is what I need, activities, isn't this internet thing just another 'activity'? Why can't I do the film course, do the yoga classes, meet up with my friends, and also do this? And if I was really honest with myself, what did I really want to do? Did I want to do the film course? Well, yes, sort of. And yoga? Yes, I did want to do that, it really makes you feel physically tuned up afterwards. Did I want to show my naked pics on the net and have guys comment on them, tell me what they would do to me? Yes. I did want it. And did I want someone, a guy, to photograph me, like I was some kind of glamorous model? Yes. Yes I did. And the thought of it made me almost gasp in excitement. Did I want Davros to do this? Yes. Yes I wanted Davros to take photos of me. Naked. If I was honest with myself, this was exactly what I wanted. The thought of him peering through the lens at me as I shed my clothing for him in private, it was exactly what I wanted. It was a tremendously exciting thought. But I would need a guarantee from him that he wouldn't show anyone, and that he wouldn't tell anyone. The former I could take care of – just tell him to download the shots straight into my computer. And in a sense, as long as there was no 'evidence' as such, even if he went round the office telling everyone that he'd taken naked pics of me, who would believe him? But I didn't think it would be like that. There was, I thought, something trustworthy about him. There is a gentleness in his face; he isn't the type of guy that would betray you in such a nasty way. I would have to trust my judgment on that. But how would I approach this? Just go up to him and say, 'hey Davros, can you come over to my place tonight – I want you to take naked pics of me'. Yeah, right. There would have to be some other reason, some other premise for it. I thought for a while. Yes. I have it. I will say to him that I heard he is a photographer (which is true) and I was needing to get some portrait shots done for a resume portfolio, and I was wondering whether or not he could help me out? Yes, that would do it! And even better, if I got cold feet, I could simply stop things once he'd taken the resume portraits. Or, if I had enough courage, I could then say to him that I wanted to do some more revealing pics. Yes. Yes, this would work! I sat there at my desk thinking over all this. It felt thrilling. I was excited, I can't deny it. I could hardly keep still. I got up and walked over to the accounts section. I wasn't going to ask him there and then; I just wanted to take another look at him, just to be sure it was the right thing. Exactly what this would achieve I wasn't sure. I went into the accounts office. He was there, pretty much alone. He was on the phone. He saw me walk past and waved. Yes, he has a nice warm smile. I smiled back and continued, as if I was on some kind of errand or something. I went to the opposite end of the building and turned around. On my way back, if he was alone, I would approach him. But should I really do this? Oh for God's sake, just do it! I took a deep breath and walked back through the corridor, into the accounts section. The 'team leader' of the section – God I hated all that corporate speak; why just call him the boss? – was over in the other corner, far enough away. There was pretty much no one else there, except Davros. Good. I went up to his section. "Hi Davros, how's it going?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant while my heart was beating so fast I thought it would almost burst. "Yeah, not bad Rachel. How's the front office? Pretty busy, I guess." "Yeah." I paused for a bit. I had to do it – now. I summoned up the courage. "Hey Davros, I was wondering if I could ask a favour." He looked up at me, inquisitively. Yes, he is quite boyish. I reeled off the spiel I'd rehearsed in my mind: could he take pics of me for a resume? "Yeah, course I could do that," he said, and I felt relieved. "You're not leaving the company, are you?" No, it's nothing like that." "That's good – this place would be in trouble if you ever left." "Thanks Davros." "OK, well, when do you want to do it? Should we do it here?" "No, my place would be better. As for when, whenever it suits you." "Well, I couldn't do it this evening, but I've got half an hour or so free after work tomorrow. I could drop in on the way home tomorrow, if you like." "Umm, yeah, OK, how about six?" "Yeah, I can do that." "OK." And there, it was done. I wrote down my address for him and went back to my desk. I went home that night feeling quite pleased with myself. Like I had something nice to look forward to. Tomorrow I would be exposing myself, my body, to a man I hardly knew, and he would take photographs. I almost had to pinch myself thinking about what I was about to do: so unlike me, but so exciting! Later on I took a shower before getting ready for bed. The water running down my body felt good, so soothing, relaxing. I soaped myself all over, looking down my body, over my breasts. Yes, you've got a good body. I lathered myself all over. I was beginning to get half aroused. But then I'd been half aroused for most of the day. I was looking forward to lying in bed, pulling out the vibrator. Or maybe just a little light finger touching would do. I felt my clitoris, rubbed it with my fingers as the water from the shower cascaded down my body. Hmm, bit prickly down there... I would need to shave. Well, I needed to look good for my photographer! I laughed inside at that, but wow, tomorrow I was going to do it – reveal everything! I thought about what might be to come tomorrow night as I went through the laborious task of shaving my pussy. Damn, there's got to be a better way to do this! Maybe I should think about getting waxed next time. All that done, I climbed into bed. I lay there on back, no sheets as it was quite a warm night, and started gently rubbing myself. Mmm, nice. No vibrator tonight. I felt the surge of blood, my lips swelling as I pictured in my mind myself standing in front of the camera, undoing my robe as Davros watched, spellbound (I hoped!), as I slipped the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I must have drifted off to sleep. I dreamed that night. I dreamed I was at the construction site where I pass every day on the way to work. I was sitting in the bus shelter across the road. I was naked. People were walking past, people on their regular commute to work. No one seemed to notice me. I was looking across the road to the construction site. There I could see the workers. They were not working this morning. They were all up against the wire fence that separated the construction site from the footpath. They had seen me. They were looking at me, calling at me, calling me to come over. Then I saw that one of them was naked. He was dark skinned, lean, muscular, with thick, dark curly hair. There was a kind of snake tattoo across his abdomen and hip. There was not an ounce of fat on his body: just lean and muscular, a body like steel. His legs were huge, thick, powerfully muscular, and they seemed to connect seamlessly to his hips and abdomen, his iron-like torso. Not an ounce of fat anywhere, just muscles. He was naked except for his work boots. The others were all in their work clothes. His cock was hard. He was standing there, legs slightly apart, gyrating his hips and thrusting forward at me menacingly. He was calling me, beckoning me to come over. He looked magnificent, just so sexy. I looked at the people walking past. They either hadn't noticed the workmen, or they were ignoring them. I couldn't be sure. He was calling me to come over. I sat there, gazing at the sight of his body, his sexy dance, as he gestured me, with forceful movements of his arms, almost ordering me to come to him. God, what a body! I felt myself swooning; I had never seen a man like this: the complete essence of masculinity, so potent, such strength. It was almost overpowering. He was looking right at me, smiling insolently, as if he knew I would come. And he was right. I couldn't resist! Exposing My Body Online Ch. 03 I stood up. In my dream I was worried about walking out of the bus shelter naked, but no one seemed to notice me. And anyway, he was over the other side of the road, and he was calling me. I just got up and started walking. I walked straight across the road, straight past the people going to work. They simply didn't see me at all. The construction workers at the fence were cheering. All of them were slightly fat, slightly older than the naked guy. They were all dressed and wearing their hard hats, and they were all wearing sunglasses. They couldn't have been more different from the naked guy: he was like an athlete, like a footballer, a champion swimmer, he was perfectly formed in all areas. In ALL areas... The alpha male of the group. The others stepped back from the fence, cheering as I approached the dark skinned naked hunk. He smiled at me, his hips still gyrating, his cock swaying. Those huge, muscular thighs. God, what a sight! Then he grabbed the wire fence and thrust his cock forward with a mighty, aggressive lunge, pushing it through between the wires. There it was right before my eyes, his huge dark cock as he thrust his body hard against the steel wire fence. He seemed to be towering over me, as though he was two metres tall. "Go on baby," he growled with a deep, insolent laugh. "It's yours baby." I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by desire, transfixed by his body, his cock. Something inside me told me not to do it, but I couldn't stop myself. I looked him up at him, those fiery black eyes, and reached up and grabbed it. It was as though his cock was at head height; he seemed to have become even taller now! He was just enormous. I grabbed his cock. The other men started cheering. "That's it baby, go," he said with that deep, commanding voice. "Suck it baby." It was as though I had no choice. Not that I wasn't willing! I looked at his cock, squeezed it as the liquid began to sweep out of the tip. Oh God this was sexy! I brought my lips up to him, licking the tip, like a cat might lick cream. The other men cheered. Their lusty enthusiasm encouraged me. I opened my mouth and let him push his shaft inside. They cheered. I felt its warmth, its hardness as he began his little dance again, thrusting in and out. "Yeah," he growled, "that's right. Good girl, good girl!" I almost swooned at the sound of his deep, guttural voice. He began to thrust hard, harder and harder. God, I was actually taking the entire thing into my mouth! I could feel the cold steel of the wire fence as my lips brushed against the base of his cock, my lips tasting the sweat of his torso. "Yeah baby. Go baby!" he howled down at me. "Go baby!" I heard one of the others yell out. Then another: "Go baby. Go baby go!" Soon they all joined in: "Go baby go! Go baby go!" They were getting louder as the hunk continued to thrust his cock into my mouth, as I held onto the wire fence, wishing I could reach through the fence and grab his arse and pull him further into me. As it was I was deep throating the biggest cock I'd ever seen – impossible, but then it was only a dream. "Go baby go! Go baby go!" they kept howling. It developed into a chant: go baby go! Go baby go! Go baby go! They were getting louder as the hunk continued to thrust powerfully into my mouth, as I held onto the wire fence. "Go baby go! Go baby go!" they kept howling. It developed into a chant: go baby go! Go baby go! Go baby go! The sound of their chant reverberated through my head like the throb of a heartbeat, as the dark skinned hunk literally fucked my face. Then his body tensed. He looked down at me, almost a pained smirk on his face, but a look that said it all: here it comes baby! I felt such a rush of excitement as I knew he was about to flood my mouth. Ooh yes! He thrust again. I looked up and watched his huge arm muscles tensing powerfully as he gripped the wire fence, and thrust his body forward, as if to overpower me, but I was meeting his challenge, taking everything he was throwing at me. Oh, give it to me, give it to me, my mind screamed, and I heard him growl, I felt his body tense, the muscles lock tight, and then release, as he erupted. Yes! Oh God, here it comes now; I felt it flooding all over my tongue like a wave in the ocean, then again, again, again! The men were howling, together letting out an almighty 'Yeeeaaaahhhh!' as the hunk let fly inside my mouth. His cum was everywhere as I sucked harder and harder, milking the last spasms, cum overflowing out of my mouth and dripping onto my breasts and nipples. The guys just kept cheering and cheering. The hunk looked down at me as he finally withdrew from my mouth and said: "Yeah baby, that was fine. Good girl." His voice was still ringing in my ears as my consciousness registered that this had only been a dream, that I was now awake, and the sun peeking through the curtains was evidence enough that it was just another morning on another work day. I lay there replaying the dream in my mind. Wow. That was, well, that was really something! I let my hand stray down between my legs. Yep, completely wet. I gently toyed with my lips with my fingers and felt my arousal building. I kept at it, thinking of the hunk in the dream, sucking his beautiful big cock, and within minutes my body was shuddering in sheer ecstasy, in sweet release.