“Well, you’ve been taking videos, so that’s no different. I imagine we may draw a crowd, though.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“You said you were getting more comfortable with being seen.”
“I’m not sure that’s exactly what I said, but it’s a little bit true, at least.”
“What I’m thinking is, we can plan ten poses and pull them off, bang, bang, bang. Or, we can plan as we go, which will give the observers longer views of the gorgeous brunette. And you can be the masked brunette if you’d like.”
“That’s a thought. Maybe it’s my face, along with the nakedness, that bothers me. I think there’s a little costume shop at the other end of the mall. We can stop there, and I’ll grab a mask.”
They did just that, Bonnie selecting a black mask that would adequately hide her face. She was interested in how she’d react with the mask.
DJ followed her directions to the park. They began walking, searching for an appropriate place for Bonnie’s posing, finally settling on a small knoll with several trees and a flowering bush. They talked for a moment, and then Bon stepped behind the bush and stripped, carefully hanging her clothing from some of the branches. She put the mask on, smiling that no one would know who she was. She was ready and stepped out from behind the bush.
DJ was ready, and Bonnie walked to one of the large trees and leaned her shoulder against it, crossed her ankles, and then crossed her arms, squeezing her breasts together. A big smile completed the picture.
There were lots of people in the park below the knoll, and Bon’s smile broadened as several people were headed toward her.
“Ready?” DJ called, and at Bonnie’s nod, took a photo, then took three more as Bonnie shifted her pose slightly for each photo.
Bonnie watched more people coming up the knoll, and some were already videoing with their phones.
For the second photo, Bonnie lay on the grass, one elbow on the ground and her chin in her hand. DJ took the photos.
“Hey, can we suggest some poses?” someone called.
DJ and Bonnie ignored the question and prepared for the next pose.
“Remember that these are supposed to be artistic photos. If they drift toward porn, there may be trouble with the crowd.”
“You’re right, but the mask is like magic. It’s not me that’s naked because no one knows who it is. I could see any of these people tomorrow, and they wouldn’t know it was me. But I’ll control myself.”
“You’ve changed a lot while I was in Idaho.”
“Maybe a little. I did agree to do this challenge, but the mask has created a bigger change.
“Fair enough. Why don’t you just pose — we need eight more — and I’ll keep clicking away.”
So, Bonnie posed, emphasizing her nearly perfect breasts and not hiding her dark muff while forcing herself to keep her legs together. She was surprised by the way the observers were honoring a reasonably large semicircle around where she was posing. When the tenth set of photos was completed, DJ went to Bonnie.
“Why don’t you go behind the bush and dress while I occupy the crowd? Then sneak out, the back, and down the hill, and I’ll meet you at the car.”
Bonnie smiled. “See you later.”
DJ went to where he had been standing while taking the photos, waiting as though he expected his model to return.
“How do you get a job taking pictures of a babe like that?”
“You have to do something to make a living, right? It might as well be fun.”
“Amen, brother. She looks like she’d be LOTS of fun.”
DJ nodded and smiled, remembering when Bon had certainly been lots of fun until he had screwed it up. Fate had smiled on him, and he felt he was ready. He could only hope that Bonnie was ready, too. He waited at least two or three minutes longer than he thought she’d need to disappear.
“Where is she, man, changing her outfit?”
That brought a laugh from everyone.
“Listen, you guys, I think I’ll just take off. Have a great rest of your day.” He walked off down the knoll, ignoring the questions and comments from the disappointed watchers.
Partway back to the car, he was joined by a fully dressed and maskless brunette with her hair in a ponytail.
“Better be careful. Some of those guys may have followed me.”
“I’ll walk five feet behind you, then, your majesty.”
DJ snickered. “As you wish, Lady Godiva.”
“A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.”
I think we’re getting a little silly,” DJ said over his shoulder, and Bonnie laughed.
“The car, at last,” she said, climbing in after DJ unlocked the door. “Let me check number four.” She found the coin envelope with a four on it. She smiled at DJ and opened it.
Have a man of your choice take you to a park for a picnic and simulate having sex, or actually have sex if you choose to do that.
DJ looked at Bonnie, a half-smile on his face.
“Don’t even think it,” she said, raising one eyebrow.
“I didn’t say a thing.”
.”It’s not hard to read your mind, you know.”
Years ago, DJ had been not only her lover but also her best friend. Now that he was back, the best friend part had resurfaced, and she was feeling more comfortable with that. It would take much longer for the lover part to return, if ever, she thought. The look on his face when she’d read the details of the quest was not a best friend look, though.
“I just took a zillion pictures of you naked, and I’m back to being a normal male.”
“It will be light for another couple of hours, so we can do number four. We need to run home and I’ll put on a sundress. I’ve decided already that cowgirl is the simplest way to simulate sex. So, get this little critter moving. I’ll dress, and you can gather stuff for the picnic.”
They were back in the car in ten minutes, returning to the park they’d just left, Bonnie in a light yellow sundress with just enough cleavage showing to make her alluring.
“There are probably some of the same people still there at the knoll, so we’d better find a new location.”
They found a spot near some pine trees that blocked them from being seen from a couple of directions but left them visible to others. Bonnie spread a beach towel that would be put to a different use later. She was surprised that DJ had put together two tuna sandwiches, some slaw she had saved from a carryout dinner, and a large bag of chips.
“Good job. Let’s eat before we get into the good stuff,” she said.
“The almost good stuff,” he corrected.
Bon chuckled. “Eat your tuna sandwich and cool off.”
They finished eating and cleared the towel.
“Ready to pretend?” She winked at DJ
“Any foreplay, or do we get right to it.”
Bonnie snorted. “You don’t give up, do you?”
DJ shrugged. “Simple answer, nope.”
“Then lie down on the towel while I prop the camera.”
“That’s my job.”
“Just lie down,” Bonnie repeated as she wedged the phone into a bush and started recording.
She returned to DJ, straddled him, and lowered herself until she was sitting on his hips, belly, and his business, as well. She took hold of his hands, interlocking her fingers with his. She began sliding back and forth until she heard DJ groan and was ready to do the same herself. She used her knees to lift herself free of his body and continued the movement, throwing her head backward as she did.