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.