Be revealed and what would not. I stripped to my bra and panties and walked about the bedroom as if searching for something. I found a brush, went to my mirror and began brushing my hair with long slow strokes of the brush. I was well aware that I was likely framed and magnified by the zoom lens but wondered as well whether anyone else might be watching. A neighbor out with his dog perhaps? A horny teenager experiencing a wet daydream? I finished with my hair, removed my bra and began a breast self examination. There was little of a clinical nature to this exam. I placed my left hand behind my head, causing my left breast to lift high on my chest. I reached over with my right hand and cupped the erotic art bottom curve of my full tit. This left my thumb in position to brush slowly over
The nipple, a motion I repeated several times until the nipple hardened and stood out. I brought my hand to my mouth and briefly sucked on my middle fingers and then returned my wet erotic art fingers back to the hard nipple. I moved my fingers in lazy circles around the nipple. I repeated this "examination" on my right breast and then lifted and cupped both breasts together producing impressive cleavage. Due to the calm stillness of the night I managed to hear a distant CLICK! 3. The Beach A few days passed before I saw the camera again. Brian phoned me at work mid-morning to ask if I could get the afternoon off. I had some flex-time available to cash in and mentioned that it wouldn't be a problem. He said he'd stop by near erotic art noon to pick me up. Around 12:15, he breezed into my office, camera in hand. With
No further prelude I indicated I was ready and eager. We left my car in the lot and hit the highway in his vehicle. Nice day for a tan was the only hint he'd give me. We drove for an hour and it became apparent from the route he was taking, we were on the way to our area's only nude beach. We reached the parking lot and set off along the trail - about a ten minute walk to the cove favored by the local sun worshipers. My curiosity was aroused. I wondered what possible opportunities for exhibition could occur on a nude beach! We'd been here before and I had never associated the place with sexuality. The only thing that felt a bit awkward was the way I was dressed. I cannot erotic art recall the last hike I took in a business suit - a light brown skirt with
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