The ground floor lobby was crowded with people, and more than a few of them turned their heads to watch Lisa as we walked across the marble floor to the door to the garage. Lisa looked straight ahead, and I smiled. It was fascinating to see a woman who had posted so many spread, nude photos of herself on the Internet being nervous about wearing a skirt and a little top in public. The first time for anything could be nerve-wracking, I guessed.
In not more than two minutes we were in my Lexus SUV, and we were off. I had scouted the location the previous day and knew exactly where to go.
I struck up a conversation to take Lisa’s mind off her nervousness and put her at ease.
“Have you had any interaction with Antonio, your pool boy, lately?”
Lisa laughed.
“You and Antonio. You keep asking about him. No, I haven’t seen him in a while. He got a better-paying job at the university and stopped working as a pool boy. I imagine he’s spending his time with college girls now, not 50-something cougars.”
“It was such a hot story you told me. You having sex with your 19-year-old pool boy in your backyard. I couldn’t get the image out of my head.”
“You kept asking me questions, like what was the wildest thing I’d ever done,” she said. “That was definitely the wildest.”
“Was that what persuaded you to get a web page?”
Lisa paused for a while before answering.
“It was part of it. It was a bunch of things. I’d thought about it for a little while. I thought it would be fun and daring. I thought I could make some extra money. And I kept thinking about the way he looked at me. It was a raw, animal look. I liked feeling his desire.”
“We all want to be desired,” I said. “And we want to desire others. I saw that in you the first time I saw photos of you on your page. The way you opened yourself. Displayed yourself. The obvious enjoyment you got knowing that men looked at you and desired you. I desired you, so much. It wasn’t long before I was scheming for a way to see you. And here I am.”
“Here you are,” Lisa said.
I glanced at Lisa in the passenger seat. The tiny skirt showed off a lot of leg, which I liked.
We drove through the city, to its outskirts, and hills loomed ahead.
“Lisa,” I said. “This is my preamble to what’s going to happen today. You know I’m smitten by you. I love looking at you. I’m going to be asking you to do things, and they’re going to make you nervous, and I’m going to push your boundaries, in a big way. I have been looking forward to this for so long. But I have to say this. It’s only good if you want this. I want to expose you, Lisa. I have lots of ideas about how I want to do that, and if you let me, I will do so. But before we start, I want to hear you say that you want it. Tell me, Lisa.”
She ran a hand up and down a bare leg and she smiled.
“Yes,” she said.
“Do you want me to expose you?”
“Yes, I do.”
Those were the three most exquisite words I’d ever heard.
“We’ll be there soon,” I said, “but there’s no reason we can’t start to have some fun.”
“What do you have in mind?” Lisa asked.
“Pull your top up, over your breasts.”
“Here? There’s traffic around us!”
“Not much. I don’t see any cops. My windows are tinted. Do it.”
Lisa reached below her top, and she pulled it up. Her breasts burst into view. They looked fantastic. Lisa’s pale skin and pink nipples shone in the daylight.
“You better watch the road!” she said.
“Don’t worry about me.” I laughed. “Lisa, pinch your nipples.”
I guessed that she was in a compliant mood, or perhaps too stunned to push back against my insistent tone. She took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and began to pinch and mash them.
I was in heaven. I had imagined this day for a long time. The reality was better than the dream.
“Smile for the camera, Lisa.”
I had fixed a camera via a holder on the dashboard near me, where it could record Lisa from the side, as well as some of the exterior scenery as it passed by. Lisa waved and smiled.
“That one, too,” I said, pointing to the floor beneath her. I had mounted another camera near her feet, angled up to catch the scene between her legs.
Lisa laughed. “Naughty boy.”
Something I liked, as I drove, was that Lisa didn’t stop. She left the top up, mashing and pinching her breasts as we traveled through the city streets. She smiled at and played to the cameras that recorded her from two angles. I drove deliberately and slowly, to let other cars catch up to us, or to pass us by, and I’m sure a few of the people in them saw her, playing with herself. Lisa kept her eyes ahead, on the road, as though she dared not make eye contact with anyone gawking at her. I laughed to myself, quietly, at the irony of it, because Lisa herself had displayed those same breasts to hundreds of lusty men on her website. Breasts–and everything else.
Now, at last, I had her to myself, and yet I intended to take photos and videos of her that other men would see as well. Did it make any sense? I didn’t know. I wanted what I wanted, but I couldn’t necessarily make any sense of it.
“Put your feet up on the seat, Lisa,” I said. “Spread your legs wide open. Pull your skirt up. Expose your panties.”
Lisa didn’t say anything, but she smiled at me with a smile that contained an ocean of meaning and possibilities. Slowly, she lifted her feet off the floor until her boot heels were on the seat and her knees were cocked back. With a free hand, she pulled the denim skirt back until the salmon panties came into view. Just as I had hoped and expected, they were tiny–just the thinnest strip of lace–and they didn’t cover everything. The outer lips of her pussy were partially exposed.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Just like that,” I said. I think I groaned, or something.
We drove along, with Lisa’s legs parted and her breasts exposed, the car turning this way and that through the streets of the city. I snuck peeks at her when it was safe to do so, and maybe sometimes when it wasn’t, but I couldn’t help it, because of the thinness of that little strip of salmon lace and how little it concealed.
“Pull the panties aside,” I said.
Lisa did. With her boots up on the seat and her legs spread wide, she pulled the thin panty strip aside and revealed her pussy. She lightly touched it, running a finger up and down one lip.
Lisa was game for it, as I thought she would be, exposing herself as we drove through the streets, with cars and trucks passing by. I loved watching her exposed body, but I loved watching her face even more. It was a lovely face, full of intelligence and playfulness, and I wondered what she was thinking as she turned her body toward me and revealed herself.
Lisa kept playing with herself, hands caressing her pussy lips, and I swear she rubbed herself more vigorously after I told her about the cameras.
We arrived at last at our destination–a park set against the hills on the edge of the urban landscape. We followed along the twisty road past the entrance sign, until we reached a small parking lot set about on all sides by tall grass and oak trees. This part of the park was left wild, and it wasn’t crowded, especially on a week day. I thought it would offer us the privacy I wanted. Only one other car was parked in the lot. Its driver was nowhere to be seen. I parked the SUV in a space in the middle of the lot and turned off the ignition.
“You can put your feet down and cover your breasts now,” I said.
“You actually want me to be clothed?” she asked, laughing.
“For now. Not very long, actually. Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to take a video of you, getting out of the car, and walking into the woods. You will carry that with you.”
I handed her a bottle of water.
“Drink up,” I said. “I want you to be well hydrated for our adventure.” She downed it in a few gulps. I downed my own bottle.
I pointed to a canvas tote bag in the back seat.
“You are going to carry that. But for now just stay where you are. I’ll get set up. Then follow my instructions.”
“Yes sir.” She smiled. Lisa was having as much fun with this as I was. She looked fantastic. It was going to be perfect.
I pulled my backpack out of the backseat and withdrew the video camera. I closed the door and circled to the passenger side and stepped back just far enough that Lisa’s entire figure would be visible in the frame.
I gestured to Lisa to open her car door. She did and slung her long, slender legs out, boots hitting the ground.
Now was the moment of truth. Lisa had had a web page for a while, and she had posted many nude photos of herself, and she had shared videos of herself masturbating with some of her subscribers, including me. But to my knowledge, she had never done anything as public and bold as what I was about to ask of her. I had fantasized about this for a long time. The fantasy was about to become real.
“Pull your top off, slowly, and put it in the bag.”
She looked all around. So did I. There was no one in sight. The driver of the lone car must have been in the woods somewhere, probably not far off.
Lisa followed my instructions. She removed the top and placed it in the bag, picked up the bag, and walked toward me, bare-chested in the sun. I recorded every second. I beckoned Lisa toward a narrow dirt trail that wound its way through the trees. I circled her as she walked, wanting to capture every angle of her body, as well as the scenery around her. Lisa strode along the trail with excellent posture, straight and tall, either out of confidence or a desire to look confident–probably a mixture of both. After a few minutes, the parking lot and the car disappeared from view.