Just Ten Things Pt. 04

She arrived at Maddie Ward's office early so she could be briefed about the posing she'd be doing. She found the office and knocked.

"Yes, come in."

"Hello. I'm Christine Robillard, and I'm here to do some posing."

"I've been expecting you, Christine. This is my husband, Mark."

Mark was a moderately handsome, tall, and tanned man who was extending his hand

toward Christine.

"Glad to meet you, Christine, and may I call you Chris?"

"Please. Most of my friends do."

"Maddie tells me we're going to be doing some posing together today."

That widened Chris's eyes a little.

Maddie chuckled. "Your friend, who wrote the challenge, assured me that you'd pledged to do whatever I'd set up, so I should take advantage of it." Another chuckle. "So I plan to do just that."

Chris looked from Mark to Maddie, wondering what might be in store for her.

"Every two years we give a special course on erotic photography. Some like to call it artistic, which is fine with us. But today, you and Mark will be naked and doing erotic posing for our students."

"How erotic is this going to be?" Christine was ready for nudity but wasn't sure if she was ready for outright sex ... with someone else's husband.

"Some of that is up to you and Mark," Maddie said, a big grin on her face. "Mark has done this before, so you can follow his lead. The poses are standard, approximately."

Chris shook her head. If she was going to be posing naked and erotically, Mark looked like a fine partner to have, even if he was the instructor's husband.

"You two get ready, and I'll brief the class."

"One thing. I'm supposed to video or photograph these tasks I'm doing, to show to our Friday get-together. I'm not sure how I can do that."

"No problem. We have two cameras in the room that video the entire session. I'll send one of them to you if you'll give me our email."

That's easy then," Chris said, writing her email address on a piece of paper Maddie handed her.

Maddie went one way, and Mark and Chris another, to a small room. Once inside, Mark locked the door.

"We don't need anyone barging in. The other door leads to the posing area."

Mark stood and began disrobing and doing it very casually, she thought. She joined him, and soon they were both naked, Mark peeking through the second door to see if they were ready for them.

"Our first pose will have you flat on your back with me leaning on an elbow caressing your nipple. An option has you holding my cock, but if that's too much, don't worry."

"Okay," was all she could answer as she processed what he had said.

It didn't help when he said, "You smell fantastic. I hope I can control myself in there."

When Chris looked at him, he winked. She hoped she understood.

"They're ready," Mark said, holding the door for her.

She'd been seen in the window today, but now she would be seen and photographed by twelve people, thirteen including Maddie.

Chris lay down with Mark beside her, leaning on his elbow ... and playing with her nipple, which had quickly sprung to life.

"Nice," he said softly. You smell fantastic and are sexy as hell, and I love the expression on your face.

His squeezing and pulling on her nipple had her breathing hard and nibbling her lower lip. But, if he was interested in facial expressions, maybe there was something she could do as well. She moved her hand until she could take hold of his cock, which produced a small grunt from Mark. She gently rubbed her thumb over the head, and his eyes closed. That produced more intense twisting and pulling on her nipple, and Chris's eyes closed, too.

Of course, the photographers weren't shy and came closer to get some special shots. One lady had her camera about six inches from Chris's nipple as Mark gave it an extra twist for effect. The creases that were produced on her skin made for a great photographic effect.

"If it doesn't hurt too much," the photographer lady said, "could you hold it in the twisted position for a second or two?"

Mark twisted, and the pain was barely tolerable as the lady clicked away. Christine was happy when that was finished.

There were more closeups, and several included Mark's hand along with her nipple and face.

"Okay, short break, you two, and then we'll go to the next pose," Maddie called out, and Mark and Chris sat up.

"What's the next pose?" Chris was naturally curious.

"You sit astride me, cowgirl style. It's a short one."

What she would be sitting on during this posing certainly wasn't a short one, and they'd have to see if they could work that out. Everything was having its effect on her, and she chastised herself for thinking of one place they could put that thing so that it wouldn't be seen or be in the way.

As the class talked among themselves, discussing the photos they'd just finished taking, Mark laid down in the posing area, his business at about half-mast. Chris stepped over him, a questioning look on her face.

"Nothing to do but sit down," he said quietly, which she did, feeling his cock against her pussy.

"Should we move at all?" he asked, smiling at her.

Move? The only moving they could do would be simulating intercourse, and she wasn't sure she was ready for that. Plus, she could feel him already getting longer and stuffer, and she knew that if they moved, it would probably affect them both. She smiled at Mark.

"Moving might put nice expressions on our faces," she whispered, bending lower.

"It would mine," he said, laughing.

Mark reached up and took both of Chris's hands in his and brought them down to the table which caused her to lean forward. Her breasts weren't exactly swinging, but they were certainly very nicely pointed.

"Is there any possibility of you moving or changing positions slightly so we can get a little more variety in our photos?" one of the men asked.

"I think that's up to the models under the circumstances," Maddie answered.

Chris decided to take the initiative, and she leaned forward, her nose against Mark's.

"I'm okay with kissing if you are," he whispered.

She answered by resting her lips against his and was surprised that he was ready for real kissing. His tongue parted her lips almost immediately, and they were suddenly really kissing, both allowing their tongues to be exposed for the photographers.

In a double surprise, Mark began rocking his hips, lifting her gently and then lowering her. She had to stray tightly against him, or Mr. Dick might escape, and that wouldn't be good. But, in staying pressed against him, her clit was being gently rubbed, but not gently enough to keep her from breathing a bit harder and her nipples from hardening one more time.

With the kissing, the moving hips, the rubbing of her clit, and her thirty-nine years of life, Chris was sure that the photographers were going to get a special treat, and she wasn't sure that she didn't hope it happened. But Maddie called for another break, and she and Mark separated. He was smiling at her.

"You should know that both my partner and I orgasmed once during one of these shoots. Maddie got to talking to some of the students and forgot about us." He laughed, and Chris wondered if he was anticipating that happening again today.

"Um, I'm not sure how to respond to that." Chris furrowed her brow as she looked at Mark.

He chuckled. "I think that train has already left the station. Our last session is up to us to pick poses, so we can avoid ... well, yeah."

"Up to us?" How are we going to do that?"

"Just think very artistic," he assured her.

"I've never been naked and artistic at the same time."

"Well, we'll see if we can change that."

The posing began, and it was much simpler and much less arousing. And there was much less close-up photography in the final set.

The students and Maddie left, and Mark and Chris returned to the small room to retrieve their clothing.

"So, you've done this before?" Chris asked.

"Sure have," he replied as he buttoned his shirt.

"How many times?"

"It only happens every two years, and I've done four of them."

"I ... um ... just ... "

"You wonder why Maddie has me do this when it would be easy to find someone else?"

"Yeah. I know what today was like.

"So do I," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

"Mark!"

"Just kidding. She trusts me to keep things under control rather than having two hormonal college students doing who knows what."

"Makes sense, I guess."

They finished dressing and went to Maddie's office.

"Here's your check," Maddie said.

"What?" Christine looked puzzled.

"We pay for the modeling, even if it's due to a dare, even if getting to kiss Mark should cover it."

Chris feit her cheeks reddening.

"Your dare writer said I could tease if I wanted."

"I guess I need to get even with her.

Goodbyes were said, and Chris was on her way home.

She chuckled. Today was the closest she'd come to having sex in two years, maybe three, and it made her anxious to get back in the saddle, so to speak. At thirty-nine and looking at forty, she wasn't certain how much longer she could keep her figure and looks.

She pulled into her garage and shut the door since when she'd leave, she'd be naked.

It was still early enough that she could complete challenge number four, the driving around nude one that should be a breeze after what she'd been through. Plus, that just left the baseball game flashing, which was already planned, so she decided to go ahead and open the other five challenges. Christine unfolded the paper and read it.

6. Contact the Showtime Strip Club to arrange for a solo performance on amateur night. You will offer to take off whatever people will purchase, the money going to charity.

7. Go to the lockers at the Breckinridge Mall and take a key from one of the lockers, leaving it unlocked. Go to a convenience store and hide the key on one of the shelves that contain goods for sale. Return to the mall, lock all of your clothing in the locker, and return to the convenience store to retrieve the key. Return to the mall to retrieve your clothing. All of this is to be done on foot - no automobiles or other means of conveyance allowed.

8. Pick a friend or other male, and give them a ten-minute naked lap dance. You are to determine what the man is allowed to do during the dance.

9. Dress in a very short skirt, high heels, no underwear, and a butt plug. You chose five places to allow people to view the plug.

10. Go to Hoover Reservoir, rent a kayak, and remove your clothing. Paddle from the rental to the marina, then to the dam, and back to the parking area.

Chris smiled when she finished reading. A butt plug One of the imaginative guys she'd been involved with had given her a butt plug for Christmas quite a few years ago now. It had never been used as she'd dumped the guy by New Year's. She thought she knew where it was - in the drawer with her toys, but she'd never paid it any attention, not even experimenting with it. Now, she'd find out what she'd been missing.

Chris thought she had already done a lot, but she had plenty more ahead of her. Plus, taking videos of some of them would be problematic. At the baseball game it would be awkward to flash the crowd while videoing at the same time. She bit her lip. Also, the kayak could be tough as well.

She noted that no time had been specified for the Mall to convenience store nude dash, so she might try to do that after dark, which would make it a little simpler.

And then there was the lap dance. She had male friends but wasn't sure she was ready to give them a naked lap dance. They might decide that should lead to further experiences that she wasn't ready for. She had an idea but wasn't sure she had enough nerve to carry it out. Maybe, while driving around, she'd see if she could come up with anything better.

Chris grabbed one of the small cover-ups she'd wear with a bikini to use as a safety net for her driving around. It sounded simple, but she knew that shit happens, and it might be nice to have it if something did happen. She went to the garage, stripped off her clothes, and jumped into the car. The door went up, and she started the motor, realizing quickly that the air conditioner needed adjustment. Or, she could be totally daring and just roll down the window. A little smile. Why not?"

She was off, deciding she'd just drive around at random since she couldn't be driving home from work. She thought she might avoid the six-lane streets since there'd always be someone beside her and, at this time of the evening, slow-downs were inevitable.

She was stopped at a red light, and the street had a right-turn lane. When she glanced out the passenger side window, there was a car beside her, the driver's eyes clearly able to see into her car. She got a quick thumbs-up before the light changed, and she sped away. She smiled that being seen naked was a common occurrence, and it didn't rattle her at all.

More driving and she ventured onto a four-lane street for a few blocks, knowing she'd been seen two or three times. She turned left onto a side street and had gone about half a block when the traffic stopped. She leaned her head out the window and could see that they were doing some work in the next intersection, a guy in one of those fluorescent vests directing traffic through the confusion. She moved forward sporadically, one car length at a time.

She took advantage of the stoppage by snapping photos of herself, doing her best to include her surroundings.

When she was the second car in the line, Chris realized that the traffic director had moved and would be directly beside her car when she stopped ... and it was time to move forward.

She moved and stopped. The man in the vest was watching the other traffic when he turned and glanced at Christine. He started to look away, but his head snapped back toward her, and he smiled. Slowly, he turned, bent slightly, and put his elbows on the sill of the open window, his head partly inside the car.

"Well, well, well, did we forget to dress this evening, honey?" he asked, taking his time to carefully look her over.

"I'm not your honey, but I am involved in a dare thing," she explained, feeling differently exposed by the man observing her body from inches away.

A horn blew, and then another. Somehow, the guy had produced a phone and took two quick photos, stood, and waved her on, directions she eagerly followed.

She was briefly viewed several times and seen at length by the driver of an eighteen-wheeler when they were both stopped at a traffic light.

She headed home, her mind in gear, as she processed the dilemma she needed to face. Not actually a dilemma, she guessed, but a problem, at least. Everything else would be much easier if she had a helper. What she was considering seemed to be a reasonable way to get the help she wanted. She just needed to get ahold of Greg Robinson.

Christine went inside the house and, using her phone, quickly found a number for Bernard's. She called.

She got the automated answering system and, on a hunch, pressed zero.

"This is Bernard's. How may I help you?"

"I need to talk to Greg Robinson."

"He's usually left by this time, but let me check his office for you."

Chris heard the buzzing sound as the operator transferred the call.

"This is Greg."

"Oh, good, you're still there."

"I am, and who am I speaking with?"

"This is Christine Robillard, but I think you know me as a window manikin."

"This is my lucky day. Why in the world have you called me?"

"Well, I explained to you why I was posing in your window."

"Briefly, yes."

"I have more things that I need to do ... and I could use some help."

"Help?"

"Yes, I need to video everything and other bits of help as well, probably, and I'm wary of involving my friends. You, well, seemed interested, and you're sort of, well, I don't know. It just seemed that you might be interested in helping."

"Wow, that was difficult for you to say, wasn't it?"

"I'm glad that I'm on the phone and not sitting in front of your desk asking it."

He chuckled. "So, I'm an interested observer who will help you through your tasks. You'll thank me, and we'll go our separate ways?"

Chris thought that was exactly what she wanted at this moment, but she hated to say that to Greg since she was relying on his kindness to help her.

"I hate to put limits on things, so let's just leave it open-ended."

"I'm just teasing you, was it Christine?"

"Chris is easier to say."

"I think it would be fascinating to see what tasks you still have to complete and to video them for you. And, honestly, just being around you would be fascinating, as well. You're a very attractive lady and ... " His voice faded away.

"And you're anticipating that I'll probably be naked at least part of the time."

"Is it wrong of me to think that?"

"Not if you're normal, I guess." As she said that, she remembered that she was to give a man a naked lap dance, and the man would be Greg unless something drastically changed.

"Chris, I'd love to help."

Something occurred to her. "This is awkward, but are you married?"

She heard a big laugh from the phone. "You mean, am I going to tell my wife that I'm going out with the boys when I'm really going to video you naked?"

"I'm sorry; I should have thought of that sooner."

"No, I'm not married. Haven't been for twelve years. And you'll have to get used to me teasing you. It's just my nature."

Chris exhaled. "There are worse things than teasing," she replied.

"I'm glad you look at it that way. When can I get more details on what I'll be doing?"

Christine thought for a moment. She could invite him to her house which would would be a simple way for her, but might give him the wrong idea. After all, she didn't really know him yet, even though he seemed to have a responsible job.

"We could meet somewhere, and I could fill you in."

"I'm just ready to leave the office, so that would be perfect. Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, but don't worry about that."

"We should meet where we can have dinner, at least."

Chris was hungry after her very interesting day. "Okay, my treat since I asked you to help."

Greg chuckled. "Very honestly, I think I'm going to enjoy this more than I'm going to help, so let me buy. It's not a date. We're just discussing a business deal."

"Okay. We can argue about that during dinner."

"What general side of town are you in?"

"Kind of south-east."

No shit, me too. Pardon me there. How about Scarletti's? Do you know where that is?"

"I've seen it but never eaten there."

"It's good food and quiet too. I can be there in twenty - twenty-five at the most."

"I'll get a table and have a glass of wine to get ready."

"Sounds good. You sure surprised me, Chris."

"I surprised myself too, Greg."

"See you later."

Christine changed into a skirt and blouse, with panties underneath but no bra. When she checked herself in the mirror, the no-bra effect couldn't be noticed.

She drove to Scarletti's, parked, and went inside. She was shown to a table, ordered a glass of Pinot Griggio, and decided she'd tell Greg about five of six things left to do, saving the lap dance for a surprise. She did need to check the internet for some lap dance ideas.

Greg arrived right on schedule, ordered some wine himself, and settled back in his chair, gazing at Christine and smiling.

"You're picturing me -- "

" -- No, I'm not," he interrupted before she could finish. "I'm just amazed at everything that's happened, and you're very enjoyable to look at. You probably underestimate yourself, but I hope not."

"You're very kind, and maybe I'm underestimating you as well."

"Only time will tell, I guess."

The server came back, and they ordered, Christine watching Greg carefully to see if she could detect anything about him from the simple act of ordering dinner. He seemed decisive despite speaking very gently to the server, and his English and pronunciation were very precise, something that she'd always admired.