Peeping over the parapet.....

Ah! you are back (and quite a view it is)! Wouldn't mind if you turned around, tho.

Thanks for the vote!

Roseann4708 said:

I would make the change, Pamela, since this photo is more erotic than your current AV.

Rose

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Thanks, Rose.

Take a look!

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

Thanks, Rose.

Take a look!

Pamela

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Not that your bum didn't look great in your old AV, but it definitely looks better in the new one.

Btw, welcome back. You've been quiet for more than a month. I hope everything's been OK.

Rose

Flattery

random8 said:

Ah! you are back (and quite a view it is)! Wouldn't mind if you turned around, tho.

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Sometimes gets you somewhere!

So here for random8's eyes only (all others look away ):

Pamela turns round on the beach (private viewing for random 8 by special request)

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

Sometimes gets you somewhere!

So here for random8's eyes only (all others look away ):

Pamela turns round on the beach (private viewing for random 8 by special request)

Pamela

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I'm so sorry, Pamela, but I couldn't resist. I peeked. WOW! You're absolutely stunning.

Rose

Pamelaxx69 said:

Sometimes gets you somewhere!

So here for random8's eyes only (all others look away ):

Pamela turns round on the beach (private viewing for random 8 by special request)

Pamela

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Now that is a beautiful shot. Such a kissable, lickable, suckable vulva. And those breasts!!!
Thanks!

Pamelaxx69 said:

Yes, that first time was rather a special moment!

Thanks also to drtshare - the index is very welcome!

Sorry to all for being quiet for a while. I have rescanned some photos and thought I would try one out:

Pamela standing on the beach

Should I trim this down and use it as my avatar for a while?

Pamela

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Pamela,

Your ass looks awesome!!!!

Great Avatar

Pamelaxx69 said:

Sometimes gets you somewhere!

So here for random8's eyes only (all others look away ):

Pamela turns round on the beach (private viewing for random 8 by special request)

Pamela

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Sorry random8.........I could nor resist looking away


I am a long time poster....

add my name to the list of people who peeked.
and also add my name to the list of people who are glad they did!!
great shot Pamela!!

Pamelaxx69 said:

Sometimes gets you somewhere!

So here for random8's eyes only (all others look away ):

Pamela turns round on the beach (private viewing for random 8 by special request)

Pamela

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You are SO kind and SO very lovely. Many thanks for a GREAT photo.

Pamelaxx69 said:

Sometimes gets you somewhere!

So here for random8's eyes only (all others look away ):

Pamela turns round on the beach (private viewing for random 8 by special request)

Pamela

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Pam I peaked and I am so glad I did! I love you beautiful body you are so hot!

Prelude to the Patio Session - a problem and a recollection

Pamelaxx69 said:

In which I get ready in all sorts of ways!


With the trim complete, I turned my attention to clothing. My first decision was no underwear. None at all. I would be aware of that fact all the time; that would help to keep me feeling sexy, I would feel the cool air on my vulva and would be able to feel my secretions making me wet and slippery as I walked. It would also mean that I would have no compression marks from underwear when I appeared on the patio. With that decision made, I had absolutely no doubt about the rest of my outfit - my very short, very fine, loose fitting blue dress; the sense of danger would be a real boost for my libido. I already had excited several boyfriends (and maybe some passers-by too) by wearing it without a bra, but now I was going to have my first outing in it with no knickers.

My problem was going to be getting out of the house without being spotted by my mother.

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Getting out of the house was not too difficult. My only potential problem had been my mother, but she followed her usual pattern and went out shopping. I didn't really need to leave that early, but I decided to make my escape. My first impression as I went out of the door was just how cool my whole body felt. I remember thinking it was almost like wearing nothing, and then smiling to myself when I realised how true that was. I was feeling a little anxious about the way people might react; it wasn't because I had left off my bra - that was no real novelty to me, and apart from the rather flimsy fabric of my dress, what I was showing was not much different from many of the other girls walking around that day. I realised that my sense of anxiety was stemming from my own acute awareness of my pubic region; I was finding it intensely arousing to be walking around in a very short dress with no underwear, and a largely shaved cunt. It was a novel and exhilarating experience to feel the way my labia were sliding against each other, and I had subconsciously convinced myself that anyone looking at me would be instantly aware of the voluptuous adventure developing between my legs.

I managed to reassure myself - I knew, so far at least, that no-one could have seen up my dress, and I knew also that they couldn't really read my mind, and even if they could, that still wouldn't have bothered bother me. The problem was that there was still more than an hour before I was due to meet my companions, and I decided that my main aim had to be to get to the photo session without creating some sort of incident. Keeping out of the wind seemed to be good idea, and I decided that going up staircases should only be risked if there was a safe and really attractive target who I thought might like to share my intimate secrets.

So, with an hour to kill, I thought it might be nice to sit down for a while and watch the world go by. I was musing on the hazards of sudden gusts of wind when I realised I was overlooking some rather more significant problems in the offing. What had caught my attention was an interesting but slightly irritating sensation which I recognised as an incipient dribble of moisture between my upper thighs. As I imagined walking the streets for another hour or so with cascades of feminine lubrication running down my legs, I realised the practical advantage of having pubic hair, and, more grudgingly, of wearing knickers.

I thought of finding somewhere to sit down, but before I managed to find a seat I remembered what had happened on a previous occasion when I had left off my knickers. It wasn't the first time I had done it, but it was the first time I had left them off all day. I was really enjoying it until it came to dinner time. Part way through the meal I went out to the kitchen and, as I came back, my mother pointed to the back of my skirt and said, in all innocence, "have you been sitting in something damp?" I realised instantly what had been happening while I had been sitting at the table. I think she sensed my embarrassment; no more was said, and we both acted as though the comment had never been made.

The thought of walking around with a great damp patch on the back of my flimsy blue dress was enough to stop me sitting down. I knew I needed to do something to dry myself off, so I headed to the toilets in the local department store. That particular location had already featured in several of my erotic antics around the town centre, usually with my friend and co-conspirator Amanda, and as I went up the escalator I recalled one of the more memorable.

It had all been in response to a very hackneyed enquiry from a group of boys about what sort of knickers we were wearing. It was all so boring I decided to have a bit of real fun with them. Amanda was used to my impulsive reactions, so when I looked at her she knew I would be expecting her to go along with something possibly quite outlandish. Her look said "OK, what is it this time?", but I didn't have time to explain - I just called over to the boys "why don't you ask us again in ten minutes?"

As soon as I set off in the direction of the store Amanda began to sense where this might all be heading, but she hadn't quite realised that this time it wasn't my bra which was going to come off, it was my knickers. Apart from a very obvious pride in her small breasts and spectacular nipples, Amanda had always been rather more reserved than me in terms of public display, so I wasn't at all sure that she would join me in this latest adventure.

I needn't have worried. A few minutes later Amanda and I were heading back down the escalator, but this time our underwear wasn't tucked away in our handbags. The boys were still waiting in the square, but as we walked over towards them their look of expectation turned to puzzlement. They obviously bothered to look carefully enough, so just to make it obvious to their poor dim brains I raised my hand and waved my knickers in their direction. Thongs weren't around in those days (but I had made myself a gee-string at home in secret!), but I think the boys were pretty impressed by what they saw - brief flimsy and black. Amanda's slightly more voluminous offering also seemed to please - I think the bright red colour really caught their attention.

I singled out the boy who had originally asked the question and held out my knickers to him. "There you are, you can touch them if you like". He looked really embarrassed, but one of the others took up the offer. He seemed really pleased with himself, so as a parting shot I said "glad you aren't shy like him - want to have a sniff as well?" He then went bright red, but couldn't resist. When I thought it was maybe going on a bit too long I took them back, and Amanda and I walked off to find more fun elsewhere.

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

Getting out of the house was not too difficult. My only potential problem had been my mother, but she followed her usual pattern and went out shopping. I didn't really need to leave that early, but I decided to make my escape. My first impression as I went out of the door was just how cool my whole body felt. I remember thinking it was almost like wearing nothing, and then smiling to myself when I realised how true that was. I was feeling a little anxious about the way people might react; it wasn't because I had left off my bra - that was no real novelty to me, and apart from the rather flimsy fabric of my dress, what I was showing was not much different from many of the other girls walking around that day. I realised that my sense of anxiety was stemming from my own acute awareness of my pubic region; I was finding it intensely arousing to be walking around in a very short dress with no underwear, and a largely shaved cunt. It was a novel and exhilarating experience to feel the way my labia were sliding against each other, and I had subconsciously convinced myself that anyone looking at me would be instantly aware of the voluptuous adventure developing between my legs.

I managed to reassure myself - I knew, so far at least, that no-one could have seen up my dress, and I knew also that they couldn't really read my mind, and even if they could, that still wouldn't have bothered bother me. The problem was that there was still more than an hour before I was due to meet my companions, and I decided that my main aim had to be to get to the photo session without creating some sort of incident. Keeping out of the wind seemed to be good idea, and I decided that going up staircases should only be risked if there was a safe and really attractive target who I thought might like to share my intimate secrets.

So, with an hour to kill, I thought it might be nice to sit down for a while and watch the world go by. I was musing on the hazards of sudden gusts of wind when I realised I was overlooking some rather more significant problems in the offing. What had caught my attention was an interesting but slightly irritating sensation which I recognised as an incipient dribble of moisture between my upper thighs. As I imagined walking the streets for another hour or so with cascades of feminine lubrication running down my legs, I realised the practical advantage of having pubic hair, and, more grudgingly, of wearing knickers.

I thought of finding somewhere to sit down, but before I managed to find a seat I remembered what had happened on a previous occasion when I had left off my knickers. It wasn't the first time I had done it, but it was the first time had left them off all day. I was really enjoying it until it came to dinner time. Part way through the meal I went out to the kitchen and, as I came back, my mother pointed to the back of my skirt and said, in all innocence, "have you been sitting in something damp?" I realised instantly what had been happening while I had been sitting at the table. I think she sensed my embarrassment; no more was said, and we both acted as though the comment had never been made.

The thought of walking around with a great damp patch on the back of my flimsy blue dress was enough to stop me sitting down. I knew I needed to do something to dry myself off, so I headed to the toilets in the local department store. That particular location had already featured in several of my erotic antics around the town centre, usually with my friend and co-conspirator Amanda, and as I went up the escalator I recalled one of the more memorable.

It had all been in response to a very hackneyed enquiry from a group of boys about what sort of knickers we were wearing. It was all so boring I decided to have a bit of real fun with them. Amanda was used to my impulsive reactions, so when I looked at her she knew I would be expecting her to go along with something possibly quite outlandish. Her look said "OK, what is it this time?", but I didn't have time to explain - I just called over to the boys "why don't you ask us again in ten minutes?"

As soon as I set off in the direction of the store Amanda began to sense where this might all be heading, but she hadn't quite realised that this time it wasn't my bra which was going to come off, it was my knickers. Apart from a very obvious pride in her small breasts and spectacular nipples, Amanda had always been rather more reserved than me in terms of public display, so I wasn't at all sure that she would join me in this latest adventure.

I needn't have worried. A few minutes later Amanda and I were heading back down the escalator, but this time our underwear wasn't tucked away in our handbags. The boys were still waiting in the square, but as we walked over towards them their look of expectation turned to puzzlement. They obviously bothered to look carefully enough, so just to make it obvious to their poor dim brains I raised my hand and waved my knickers in their direction. Thongs weren't around in those days (but I had made myself a gee-string at home in secret!), but I think the boys were pretty impressed by what they saw - brief flimsy and black. Amanda's slightly more voluminous offering also seemed to please - I think the bright red colour really caught their attention.

I singled out the boy who had originally asked the question and held out my knickers to him. "There you are, you can touch them if you like". He looked really embarrassed, but one of the others took up the offer. He seemed really pleased with himself, so as a parting shot I said "glad you aren't shy like him - want to have a sniff as well?" He then went bright red, but couldn't resist. When I thought it was maybe going on a bit too long I took them back, and Amanda and I walked off to find more fun elsewhere.

Pamela

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Great story, Pamela. You were quite the tease as a teen. Was there any obvious reaction from your shy, young admirers or did you exit the scene too quickly for them to react fully?

Will you be sharing any photos of your diaphanous blue dress?

Rose

Pamelaxx69 said:

Getting out of the house was not too difficult. My only potential problem had been my mother, but she followed her usual pattern and went out shopping. I didn't really need to leave that early, but I decided to make my escape. My first impression as I went out of the door was just how cool my whole body felt. I remember thinking it was almost like wearing nothing, and then smiling to myself when I realised how true that was. I was feeling a little anxious about the way people might react; it wasn't because I had left off my bra - that was no real novelty to me, and apart from the rather flimsy fabric of my dress, what I was showing was not much different from many of the other girls walking around that day. I realised that my sense of anxiety was stemming from my own acute awareness of my pubic region; I was finding it intensely arousing to be walking around in a very short dress with no underwear, and a largely shaved cunt. It was a novel and exhilarating experience to feel the way my labia were sliding against each other, and I had subconsciously convinced myself that anyone looking at me would be instantly aware of the voluptuous adventure developing between my legs.

I managed to reassure myself - I knew, so far at least, that no-one could have seen up my dress, and I knew also that they couldn't really read my mind, and even if they could, that still wouldn't have bothered bother me. The problem was that there was still more than an hour before I was due to meet my companions, and I decided that my main aim had to be to get to the photo session without creating some sort of incident. Keeping out of the wind seemed to be good idea, and I decided that going up staircases should only be risked if there was a safe and really attractive target who I thought might like to share my intimate secrets.

So, with an hour to kill, I thought it might be nice to sit down for a while and watch the world go by. I was musing on the hazards of sudden gusts of wind when I realised I was overlooking some rather more significant problems in the offing. What had caught my attention was an interesting but slightly irritating sensation which I recognised as an incipient dribble of moisture between my upper thighs. As I imagined walking the streets for another hour or so with cascades of feminine lubrication running down my legs, I realised the practical advantage of having pubic hair, and, more grudgingly, of wearing knickers.

I thought of finding somewhere to sit down, but before I managed to find a seat I remembered what had happened on a previous occasion when I had left off my knickers. It wasn't the first time I had done it, but it was the first time had left them off all day. I was really enjoying it until it came to dinner time. Part way through the meal I went out to the kitchen and, as I came back, my mother pointed to the back of my skirt and said, in all innocence, "have you been sitting in something damp?" I realised instantly what had been happening while I had been sitting at the table. I think she sensed my embarrassment; no more was said, and we both acted as though the comment had never been made.

The thought of walking around with a great damp patch on the back of my flimsy blue dress was enough to stop me sitting down. I knew I needed to do something to dry myself off, so I headed to the toilets in the local department store. That particular location had already featured in several of my erotic antics around the town centre, usually with my friend and co-conspirator Amanda, and as I went up the escalator I recalled one of the more memorable.

It had all been in response to a very hackneyed enquiry from a group of boys about what sort of knickers we were wearing. It was all so boring I decided to have a bit of real fun with them. Amanda was used to my impulsive reactions, so when I looked at her she knew I would be expecting her to go along with something possibly quite outlandish. Her look said "OK, what is it this time?", but I didn't have time to explain - I just called over to the boys "why don't you ask us again in ten minutes?"

As soon as I set off in the direction of the store Amanda began to sense where this might all be heading, but she hadn't quite realised that this time it wasn't my bra which was going to come off, it was my knickers. Apart from a very obvious pride in her small breasts and spectacular nipples, Amanda had always been rather more reserved than me in terms of public display, so I wasn't at all sure that she would join me in this latest adventure.

I needn't have worried. A few minutes later Amanda and I were heading back down the escalator, but this time our underwear wasn't tucked away in our handbags. The boys were still waiting in the square, but as we walked over towards them their look of expectation turned to puzzlement. They obviously bothered to look carefully enough, so just to make it obvious to their poor dim brains I raised my hand and waved my knickers in their direction. Thongs weren't around in those days (but I had made myself a gee-string at home in secret!), but I think the boys were pretty impressed by what they saw - brief flimsy and black. Amanda's slightly more voluminous offering also seemed to please - I think the bright red colour really caught their attention.

I singled out the boy who had originally asked the question and held out my knickers to him. "There you are, you can touch them if you like". He looked really embarrassed, but one of the others took up the offer. He seemed really pleased with himself, so as a parting shot I said "glad you aren't shy like him - want to have a sniff as well?" He then went bright red, but couldn't resist. When I thought it was maybe going on a bit too long I took them back, and Amanda and I walked off to find more fun elsewhere.

Pamela

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Great story...Wish I had been there. Getting a stiffy just reading about your "adventure". Glad I have the pictures you look at and enjoy.

Look back a bit.......

Roseann4708 said:

Great story, Pamela. You were quite the tease as a teen. Was there any obvious reaction from your shy, young admirers or did you exit the scene too quickly for them to react fully?

Will you be sharing any photos of your diaphanous blue dress?

Rose

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Dear Rose

I think maybe you missed this post:

Pamelaxx69 said:

In which I get ready in all sorts of ways!

I woke up early on the morning of the session and realised that the pleasant feeling I was enjoying was associated in no small way with the fact that my fingers were embedded in my pubis. I was aware of how moist I was, which probably meant that they had been down there for most of the night. As I began to wake up properly I could also feel a slight but unaccustomed bristliness and I recalled, with a slight feeling of unease, the hour or so I had spent in the bathroom before going to bed.

The first view in the full length mirror gave me a feeling of some trepidation. Having decided against radical depilation, I had still not wanted to create disappointment following my phone conversation of a couple of days before, but, in my enthusiasm the previous evening, it now appeared that I had made it impossible for myself, despite not really being completely shaved, to conceal any significant details of my anatomy from the photographers' gazes and lenses.

I briefly toyed with the idea of calling the whole session off, but as I studied the view in the mirror more calmly I found myself feeling increasingly proud of the unashamedly carnal view in front of me; I realised that my voluptuous display was probably due as much due to my night of somnolent libido as it was to my activity with scissors and razor, but whatever the cause, I found myself hoping that I would be able to maintain myself in that degree of arousal until the photo session started. One thing I had quickly realised when I started posing at the club was just how enjoyable it was to be able to maintain a high level of sexual arousal for long periods, and I thought of that when I found my fingers straying into my vulva as I watched myself in the mirror: "stop, it, girl! You can do all that tonight!"

Experience had given me some skill at maintaining my libido at a high level; I remember particularly how I had managed to relieve the boredom of religious studies lessons at school by the exercise of imagination and judicious squeezing of my thighs. At that time I had been constrained by school uniform, but with a bright sunny day in prospect I decided I could reduce the constraints of clothing to an absolute minimum.

My first priority, however, was to use the sunlight streaming into my bedroom to correct some of the now obvious deficiencies in the previous evening's efforts in the poorly-lit bathroom. My new hair style could be described as trimmed short all over, with selective shaving to strategic areas. From the front the most notable aspect was the inner edges of my outer labia, which were shaved completely, allowing a completely clear view of my inner labia protruding between them. I was pleased with that - I thought it would make my photographers happy, particularly the one who had flattered me so nicely and shyly by saying he would like to see me shaved. What wasn't immediately obvious from the front view was that I had also shaved completely from somewhere in front of my vagina, right back to my anus. That was, if you like, a reserved view which I could, more or less, allow or withold depending on the way I posed. As I completed my trim that morning my feeling was that I would be very happy to allow my three real friends to enjoy the full view, but I would try to do it when our rather creepy host was busy elsewhere.

The final adjustments to my trim gave, if anything, an additional boost, or, at least a greater emphasis, to the rather spectacularly engorged state of my vulva, something which I was very keen to maintain until the session started. You can put it down to vanity - I really wanted to start my outdoor performance with an utterly memorable flourish.

With the trim complete, I turned my attention to clothing. My first decision was no underwear. None at all. I would be aware of that fact all the time; that would help to keep me feeling sexy, I would feel the cool air on my vulva and would be able to feel my secretions making me wet and slippery as I walked. It would also mean that I would have no compression marks from underwear when I appeared on the patio. With that decision made, I had absolutely no doubt about the rest of my outfit - my very short, very fine, loose fitting blue dress; the sense of danger would be a real boost for my libido. I already had excited several boyfriends (and maybe some passers-by too) by wearing it without a bra, but now I was going to have my first outing in it with no knickers.

My problem was going to be getting out of the house without being spotted by my mother.

My blue dress - view spoiled by a bra. Later I learned to ignore my mother's warnings about people being able to "see things"

My blue dress - how I liked to wear it. Photo by my boyfriend at home when my mother was out!

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Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

Dear Rose

I think maybe you missed this post:



Pamela

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Thanks, Pamela, for reposting the photos. Looking at them brought the instant realization that I'd seen them before. I can't imagine why I'd have forgotten how spectacular you looked in that dress.

Rose

What do you think????

Roseann4708 said:

Great story, Pamela. You were quite the tease as a teen. Was there any obvious reaction from your shy, young admirers or did you exit the scene too quickly for them to react fully?

Rose

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The boys were all pretty much in confusion and there was no point in staying around. It was much more fun just to leave with Amanda - I loved the thought of them watching us leave, knowing we had no knickers on. I knew they would all be jealous of the boy who had handled my knickers - they would asking him what they smelled like, and all be wishing they had all been brave enough to take up my offer.

I did make sure they would be able to get a good parting view of my knickers dangling from my hand as I walked away.

It is all part of knowing how to tease. Give them just bit more more than they expect, and then go, leaving them to imagine what else might have happened if they had played things differently.

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

The boys were all pretty much in confusion and there was no point in staying around. It was much more fun just to leave with Amanda - I loved the thought of them watching us leave, knowing we had no knickers on. I knew they would all be jealous of the boy who had handled my knickers - they would asking him what they smelled like, and all be wishing they had all been brave enough to take up my offer.

I did make sure they would be able to get a good parting view of my knickers dangling from my hand as I walked away.

It is all part of knowing how to tease. Give them just bit more more than they expect, and then go, leaving them to imagine what else might have happened if they had played things differently.

Pamela

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The way you describe it, Pamela, teasing seems so natural and easy for you. Was it always thus? Do you still do it? I imagine it's a skill like riding a bike, not one you easily forget.

Did you ever use teasing as a tool for seduction?

Rose

Good question!

Roseann4708 said:

The way you describe it, Pamela, teasing seems so natural and easy for you. Was it always thus? Do you still do it? I imagine it's a skill like riding a bike, not one you easily forget.

Did you ever use teasing as a tool for seduction?

Rose

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The answer is not really. If I really fancied a boy I would usually get all uncertain - not at all sure that he would want to have anything to do with me.

I have to admit the fun for me was usually in making boys want me, even though I didn't want them in any physical way. In these "enlightened" days I guess that would be considered something akin to harrassment

That isn't to say that teasing never got me anywhere, but I don't think it was ever my aim - if anything happened it was because I came to realise that my victim was actually a more attractive prospect than I had thought at first.

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

The answer is not really. If I really fancied a boy I would usually get all uncertain - not at all sure that he would want to have anything to do with me.

I have to admit the fun for me was usually in making boys want me, even though I didn't want them in any physical way. In these "enlightened" days I guess that would be considered something akin to harrassment

That isn't to say that teasing never got me anywhere, but I don't think it was ever my aim - if anything happened it was because I came to realise that my victim was actually a more attractive prospect than I had thought at first.

Pamela

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What you say makes sense to me, Pamela. Teasing works best, I guess, when you're totally relaxed about it which is much easier to pull off when you think there's nothing more at stake than the fun of the game.

As to any alleged "harassment" it's inconceivable to me that any young man, no matter how frustrated by your teasing, would ever have made a complaint. Rather he'd treasure the fact that such a voluptuous, nubile young woman had taken the time to pay him such attention.

Rose

That sundress looks sexy on you

Very nice

I really like the look of a hairy pussy, it would look great against my shaved cock

Peeping over the parapet..... Index

Need a index

Lady has ok it.

EVERYONE PLEASE DO NOT POST ANY OF HER PICTURES AS THE ARE HOSTED OFFSITE HATE FOR THREAD TO BE DELETED​

Here's the water........ p1

Pamela shy and uncertain p18

Does this look about right? p23

Obeying instructions! p27

Strategic omission of knickers 1 p43

Strategic omission of knickers 2 p46

Pamela Tanning her Perky Bottom
p49

Pamela Bristling! p52

Knickers off and into the sun p62

Knickers off and turn over! p66

Trying to get over one of my early hang-ups p73

Realising they were keen to see everything p76

A glimpse into the inner regions p84

Pamela ready for action p109

Close encounter of the personal kind p116

Relaxed in the club studio

Anything but relaxed on the beach
p146

Pamela Opening Up
p159

Keep looking, more to come! p176

Marco's first view of my pubis Pamela hairy with protruding labia Marco's view of my labia and orifice Marco's view of protruding labia p221

Pamela's clitoris - labia arranged by the photographer p223

Pamela's stretchy labia p227


My nude debut in the club studio p236

Trying to pluck the courage to give them a frontal view p238

Starting to turn round - side view, pubic hair just showing p239

Maybe Pam will have even more to show us........... p243

Pamela scared witless trying to hide her pubic hair from the photographers who had probably already guessed that she had some p251

Pamela prepares to amaze and delight p252

On open view for the first time: Pamela puts on her most intimate show for the club photographers p257

Pamela firing up the studio p261

Pamela: the pose that caused the problem p267

Pamela's French Trim Side View
Pamela's French Trim Rear View p270

Pamela drying off after snorkelling p279

Pamela showing her bum to the photographers, too scared to turn round! p300

Pamela in the studio - suspender belt and stockings, topped by glistening pubic hair p306

Pamela teasing photo club members in a suspender belt and stockings p309

Pamela's Teenage Breasts in the photo club studio p313

Up against the wall - Pamela poses outside p315

Pamela in suspenders and stockings - teasing the photographers with my hairy anus p322

Pamela in suspenders and stockings showing her anus and more p323

I remember listening to the hubbub going on around my rear end - deliciously exciting p324

Pamela with tanlines allowing the photographers a glimpse of her trimmed anus and labia p625

Pamela's pubis seen for the first time since puberty - demure and discreet Pamela's outer labia frame her inner labia Pamela's rather sad-looking pubis: reminiscent of a bike tyre that has gone flat Pamela's inner labia beginning to dangle down and show everyone where Pamela wants the action to be p328

Letting the sunshine in - Pamela opening up to get an all over tan and. with a bit of luck, attract a bit of discreet and respectful attention p349

Rear view of Pamela showing a neat little display of inner labia tucked away between their big sisters p358

Pamela surprising the photographers who had requested some lingerie shots p359

Pamela - rear view with inner labia dangling p387

Pamela's rear view with extras p390

A clear view of the beach between Pamela's legs p391

Pamela in the evening with a fishing net p393

Pamela lying on the beach, showing anyone who cares to look how much she is enjoying herself p395

Pamela leaving a wet spot on the background paper during her first nude session at the photo club p412

A study of Pamela's pubis by a photographer at her first nude photo session p414

Pamela behaving herself on the beach p446

Pamela lying on the beach, showing anyone who cares to look how much she is enjoying herself p450

Pamela showing her tanlines in the sand dunes p457

Subtle display - Pamela's rear view in the studio p461

Boy with a camera: Pamela snapped in the sand dunes p485

My blue dress - view spoiled by a bra. Later I learned to ignore my mother's warnings about people being able to "see things"

My blue dress - how I liked to wear it. Photo by my boyfriend at home when my mother was out! p496

Pamela just doing her normal thing p506

Pamela standing on the beach p520

Sample of Pam's new avatar - please comment p521

Pamela turns round on the beach (private viewing for random 8 by special request) p529





















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Observant Readers!

Pamelaxx69 said:

Thongs weren't around in those days (but I had made myself a gee-string at home in secret!), but I think the boys were pretty impressed by what they saw - brief flimsy and black. Amanda's slightly more voluminous offering also seemed to please - I think the bright red colour really caught their attention.


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I have had a couple of delicious PM's on that subject - many thanks to the friends who wrote.

As it happens I still have have the original, so rather than describe my handiwork, I thought I would photograph it:

Pamela's secret home made Gee-String

You will get the idea of how it works - the waist band slips through the loop at the end of "covering" part and ties at the side of the hip.

Having thought it would be quick and easy to make a tiny garment, it actually turned out to be much more difficult than I had anticipated to make one which fitted properly. My friend Amanda was in on the process and we helped each other in the design process, much to the interest of her brother Michael who quickly realised that something very secret and intriguing was happening in her bedroom every time I came round.

Having teased him mercilessly for several successive Saturday afternoons, I began to think it might be kind (eventually!) to satisfy Michael's curiosity - more on Michael's involvement later.

I think I was probably more ambitious in my design than Amanda was. She was keen to achieve a perfect fit, but after a few attempts I had decided that my design was going to allow me to be more revealing. Amanda wanted her gee-sting to conceal her anus completely but I thought that would rather spoil the fun of wearing it. In my final version only a very thin ribbon passed over my anus, and there was absolutely no way that was going to hide very much at all. In fact, after a few trials, I worked out how easy it was just to slip the ribbon to one side and allow anyome watching to have a completely unobstructed view.

Another advantage, as I saw it, was that from just behind my clitoris the fabric section was brief enough to slip between my labia. That was quite easy to do - it just needed a bit of a tug and wriggle and I could also provide a tempting view of my plump labia.

Yes, it all seemed perfect!

Here is a shot of the first version and the final version

Evolution of Exposure!

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

...after a few trials, I worked out how easy it was just to slip the ribbon to one side and allow anyome watching to have a completely unobstructed view.

Another advantage, as I saw it, was that from just behind my clitoris the fabric section was brief enough to slip between my labia. That was quite easy to do - it just needed a bit of a tug and wriggle and I could also provide a tempting view of my plump labia.

Yes, it all seemed perfect!

Here is a shot of the first version and the final version

Evolution of Exposure!

Pamela

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A very interesting bit of clothing. It's got me wondering how it looks when you're wearing it, especially when you adjust the fit.

Which is the back and which is the front?