I see a lot in Miss Kay (closed for AndreaSubbie)

Obediently, I followed, completely nude except for my footwear.

It had been delicious being allowed to remove my dress, or more accurately being ordered to remove my dress, to strip naked. Looking at Mr Martin under lowered brows, I inched the dress down on my ribs and further until my belly button was visible. I paused, then tugged the smocking down again until it reached only as high as my bikini line. Any further and my bush would show ... so that's what I did, revealing my pubic hair, and on until it was down to mid thigh.

I loved it, and was enormously grateful to Mr Martin for indulging me. Finally I stepped out of the dress completely and stood bare, the dress hanging from my left hand at my side. I adored being stripped naked, being naked outdoors, being photographed stripping naked outdoors, and knew I was hooked.

On his command, I handed over my dress, the imperious words, 'give me the dress,' echoing wonderfully in my mind. I was having the best day of my life and in my heart I was singing.

And then he called me, 'absolutely beautiful,' and, 'toy.' Could a girl be happier?

I was aware that he'd made sure no-one was around to bother us, and wondered where this new path would lead. I was beginning to feel like a live sculpture, my nakedness so natural and in keeping with the elements surrounding us, and wished other people could appreciate how my natural bare female form blended in and complemented the living and sculpted art around us.

All in good time, I suspected.
 
It was difficult to turn my back towards her as I walked up the path. So much of me wanted to grab her right there. But I knew just a little ways up ...

I turned to crouch and take another series of photos. "Yes, very nice. Now I want you to keep that sway in your hips when you are being shown off." I stood and backed up a bit more, the motion making my cock uncomfortably constrained by my khaki shorts. "Come on up here now."

I led her just a few yards off the path further up the hillside. Nestled beside a tree was a sculpture that was also an organic chair, the size of a loveseat but done in neutral toned plastics. The hedge that half-surrounded it was perhaps part of the overall sculptural display, now gone a bit wild and untrimmed.

I sat in the middle of the chair and watched her approach, setting the camera aside for the moment. She looked so comfortable, so natural, and so sexual as she walked nude in the sunlight. My eyes ranged all over her body, but kept coming back to the narrow strip of bush that partially concealed one of the areas I had not yet fully explored of her body.

"Here my toy, this is a good place." I unzipped my shorts and pushed them down my thighs, letting my cock spring to stand hard upright, darkened by the long teasing arousal I had felt all morning. I gave myself a slow stroke from my tip down the short, trimmed hairs at the base of my shaft.

"Come here and show me how much you know of pleasing a man with your mouth, my toy."
 
I watched Mr Martin release his big penis. He wanted me to suck him off. To give him a blow job. Outdoors. In a public place. What a nice idea.

I hadn't been quite ready for the sudden change, so filled with my own thoughts of nudity and art. But what was the point in obedience if I only ever did what I wanted in the first place?

Not quite ready to give up my 'performing', I danced my way, naked, towards him, then leaned over with my hands on his knees, boobs hanging in front of his face.

Slowly I sank to my knees, and decided that 'nude girl sucking cock of sitting man' was to be a living sculpture.

Now I had done this before, twice, but only once made the guy spurt. The other time we'd been interrupted. I reckoned I knew what to do, though.

Holding his tool vertical in gentle fingers I opened my mouth wide, and looking into his eyes slowly lowered my mouth to his penis until his swollen end popped between my lips to nestle against my tongue.

I held it there a moment, then started swirling my tongue in small movements and moved my fist up and down his soft-sheathed hard rod.
 
I smiled as she swayed towards me, loving the playful look on her face. As she leaned in her lovely young breasts dangled so temptingly before me, but I found myself staring into her brown eyes rather than appreciating her nude figure. There is something incredibly erotic about looking into a woman’s eyes as she takes your cock into her mouth. To know that this not just any warm wetness taking you in, but the same mouth, the same face, the same person whose company you have been enjoying.

Andrea started to stroke me and taste at my tip with her tongue, a swirling playful motion that felt wonderful without threatening to make me lose control. I’m sure my smile was unlikely get much wider. I stroked my left hand into her hair, brushing her locks out of her face before settling in to cup the side of her head. I didn’t want her to feel I was forcing her, but I gently urged her head progressively lower down my length as she began to work her magic. My right hand caressed across her shoulder, upper arm, and then slid under her to cup one hanging breast. I teased her nipple lightly before starting to squeeze and massage her more firmly, looking in her eyes for a sign of which of my attentions she enjoyed most.

“There my beautiful one. Slowly now. What a wonderful place. I hope you like being exposed out here, being my toy, being the sexiest woman for miles.” I broke eye contact with her to look about at the pond, the slight breeze in the trees, and to assure myself there were no distant figures on the path in either direction.

“Just us for now, just us in this moment.” As I looked back in her eyes I knew it might take a lot not to just come in her mouth, but I was also curious just how experienced she might be with this and what skills she might have hidden in that playful, submissive, dirty mind of hers.
 
His hands were nice on my head, my hair, my face, and I did my best to give him a memmorable blow job.

I kept inhaling his hot man-smell, and relished the taste of his hard flesh deep inside my mouth while pressing my naked breast firmly into his hand, liking his firm attentions.

With my hands stroking his length and twisting gently I bobbed my head up and down, taking more of him with each downward bob until he was at the back of my tongue. My way of answering him was to keep my body as far from his as I could so that I was as exposed as I could be, while also making no attempt to disguise that I was sucking his penis outdoors.

The scene excited me, and I parted my knees as the tingling between them grew more intense but didn't touch myself down there.

I wondered if he wanted me to make him cum, or if he was saving that.
 
I closed my eyes as I felt her mouth move up and down my length, her young breast in my hand still so firm and soft at the same time. It would be easy to let her finish me here, my lust wanted it, but in the back of my mind I worried if this was the right time.

"There my toy, wonderful toy." I lifted her head up from my cock, my tip dark with the rush, my length as hard and thick has it had been for years. "Right there, just your lips around my tip." I pulled out the camera and pulled it back as much as possible to get just her face and my cock. "Yes, ahh, yes."

As I clicked off three pictures I saw motion distant behind her. With a thumping heart I pulled her head completely off of me. "Oh, what's this now?" I gestured next to me on the sculpted bench. "Sit here for a second. It looks like we have company."

I pulled out my zoom lens from the bag and swapped it in. Using that, I swept up the path to get a better look at our fellow visitor. If it looked like a museum staffer or someone else official, it would be time to get her dressed.

"Ah, we're in luck." The walker looked to be a man perhaps a decade older than myself, wearing a t-shirt from a local arts show and walking shorts. The kind of man I hoped would appreciate Andrea.

"Come on my little one." I stood up, pulling up my shorts. "Time for some new play." I headed down the slope back to the main path. "I want you to lean back against that nice big tree there so that it is between you and him. I'll take some pictures of you and then we'll see how he reacts when he comes up to the point where he can see you." I gave her a playful wink, but watched her face to make sure she was okay with being exposed to a total stranger.
 
Oh my! This was a new step.

I'd enjoyed the flashing of strangers that we'd done so far, and the undressing in the clothes shop for Mistress, but this was different. A whole step different.

This time I was naked, and a stranger was going to see me like this!

I could feel the blood rushing to my chest and throat, but knew that I was also excited. The 'being photographed sucking cock' was fantastically erotic and had wound me up again, and I had a feeling this would, too.

I leaned back against the tree as he asked, my hands between my reclining back and the rough bark, left knee bent, right straight. I could feel my breath quickening, and I loved the attention of the camera which made me feel beautiful, sexy, desired ... and horny, and I threw it all into my face as I looked into the lense.
 
“Yes, very nice.” I composed the frame to catch her full length as she posed, then tightened it up to catch from her breasts up. “Now stretch your arms above your head.” I loved the way she looked, the way she moved, they way she clearly loved the way she was exposed. I stepped close to her, letting the camera hang on its strap at my side. I gathered her slender wrists in my left hand and pinned them there to the tree as I bent my head to hers and kissed those soft lips. I pressed deeper as I fondled her breast with my right hand, enjoying the hardness of her nipple and the softness of her breast.

I pulled my mouth away and caught my breath. “He’ll be only a few moments away now. Last chance if you want to pull on the dress.” I let go of her wrists and gave her a bit of space. She had been a wonderful and exciting companion through this day, but I didn’t want to see it go too far for her … though I still had such dreams for her.
 
I left my hands above my head, just where he'd pinned them, and looked into his eyes as he offered me an out.

I smiled.

"Aren't you supposed to be taking pictures?" I asked, ready to be noticed. I felt so alive anticipating being discovered, the air on my skin, the tree, the colours all around me were so intense. I had to do this again.
 
"Aren't you supposed to be taking pictures?"

Ah, how she made me smile. I stepped back away from her and brought the camera up, capturing that look on her face. In the back of my mind it occurred to me that even though the picture could give no clue as to her state of undress, it still might be one of the sexier images I had of her so far just for that look.

As I stepped back a bit more, I could see the fellow coming the path. He glanced over at me as if seeing me for the first time, and his eyes naturally tracked to where my camera was pointed. He had a friendly, curious smile on her face but as he drew even with the tree and could suddenly see Andrea his eyes widened. While framing her up in the viewfinder I glanced aside to see how he was reacting. The broadening grin on his face as he came to a full stop reassured me that he wasn’t one to be offended.

I took another shot and let down the camera. As I turned to look at him he spoke up. “Sorry to have interrupted your … ah… photo session.” His eyes seemed to be stuck at looking at Andrea’s body, wandering between her breasts, the small patch of hair that concealed between her thighs, and her wonderful legs.

“No problem at all.” I offered. “I hope we haven’t spoiled your walk.”

“Oh, not spoiled at all.” He quickly jumped in, his eyes finally making it up to Andrea’s face before looking over to me and then back to her. “Quite the pleasant surprise, really. I … uh .. “ and he looked back to Andrea with a bit of an apologetic look. “I hope you don’t mind me enjoying the view.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t mind. Andrea, why don’t you give our friend here a little spin so he can enjoy more of a view.” I was curious how she’d react, how much she might want to show off for him, or if she’d surprise me in some other way. My quiet little intern was turning out to be full of surprises when aroused.
 
Give him a spin? As in, actively flaunt my naked body? The questions buzzed through my mind as I stared into Mr Martin's eyes.

I turned my head to look at the newcomer for the first time, and smiled at him. Pushing myself nonchalantly away from resting against the tree, I held my arms out away from my sides but at waist level and turned slowly on the spot, a complete circle, ending up facing him in a 'full frontal'.

"If you have a phone, you could take a picture?" I suggested, looking to Mr Martin hoping he was OK with my idea.

I didn't know why I suggested it. Maybe wanting the attention, maybe wanting to know if he thought me worth it.

"Or my Boss can take a picture of us both on your phone?" I added, getting a little too bold for my own good.
 
Our visitor seemed to relax, smiling as Andrea turned and looking her over.

"If you have a phone, you could take a picture? Or my Boss can take a picture of us both on your phone?"

"Yeah, that's great." He jumped as he moved to dig out his phone. "Uh, just a photo of you though." He glanced over at me. "You've got a lucky.. uh... Boss there." He looked at me with a slightly questioning look, and I wasn't sure if he was questioning that it was okay to take her picture, or that I was her Boss.

"Sure, yeah, feel free. Andrea, why don't you lean against the tree again for our friend." I jumped in, hoping he would just think 'Boss' was a nickname. "This time, arch your back a bit more."

That was a bit close. I would have to speak with her. Perhaps we should each only use pseudonyms when doing this sort of thing. If she mentioned my surname then all it would take was someone who knew someone we worked with to stumble into our identities. I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind and stepped back to shoot her while keeping an eye on our friend.

He immediately crouched a bit as he fumbled with his camera app. I could see his hands shaking a bit, so I hoped he was getting a stable enough shot. He panned up and down her, but I noticed he kept angling for between her thighs. I wondered if Andrea would be excited by that, or uncomfortable. There was really only way to find out.

"Andrea, put your left foot flat against the tree and angle your knee out. Put your hand on her thighs and look right into our new friend's camera."
 
I couldn't help smiling to myself, seeing how nervous the guy was. It was probably the first time he'd ever been able to photograph a naked girl.

I adopted the pose Mr Martin required of me, liking how he was directing so firmly. I loved him being in control. And I was aware that he was reacting the the visitors obvious fascination with my pussy. This pose would certainly open up his view. I decided I liked that. It was a bit dirty, a bit lewd, and made me feel very yummy inside.

Letting all those yummy feelings show in my face, I looked straight at the man's lense and hoped he would capture my simmering excitement.
 
She clearly was really enjoying being the center of this lewd attention. It made me wonder just how far she'd really go - either here or later. Some women are a lot more open about their breasts being seen, but a lot more sensitive about spreading their legs and showing off their much more intimate sex. I hadn't even gotten as good a view of her down there myself, so after a few shots of her from the breasts up I decided to crouch down as well and enjoy the view. I felt my cock hard in my shorts as I bent, so wanting to be free and have her play with it again, but now was not the time.

"Andrea, you look wonderful. Very sexy. Wouldn't you say, friend?"

"Mmm, oh yes, amazing."

I wondered how quickly he was going to fill up his phone at this rate. He shuffled a bit closer to her, getting at least a few shots of the rest of her body. It was clear what he really wanted though, and I decided to see if Andrea was comfortable in giving it to him.

"Andrea, slide yourself down her a bit in front of our friend, hands on your thighs and both knees out as far as you can."
 
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