Exposing Lisa – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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I met Lisa for the first time at a restaurant at noon on a Wednesday in early May, where we had planned, through a flurry of emails, to have lunch and get acquainted before a long-planned photoshoot. An hour later, we were fucking in my hotel room.

But that’s not quite accurate. We hadn’t met in person before, but we’d had many chat sessions on her web page. She’d been posting photos and videos of herself at a well-known website — I won’t say which one–for months. It seemed like a million pretty women were showing off on the Internet these days, but Lisa stood out to me. She was in her 50s, close to my age, slender, athletic, with a long mane of blonde hair, and firm breasts that stood out prominently on her otherwise petite figure. She was a divorced mom and had a respectable job. She had that perfect combination of reserve and abandon that I liked so much. She was the kind of woman who could mix effortlessly at a formal dinner party but get wild when she arrived home. She was perfect in the boardroom, and just as perfect in the bedroom.

After finding her page, and being knocked out by her photos, I started a flirty chat with her, and one thing led to another, and I made a proposal, and eventually, we agreed that I would meet her at the restaurant of a luxury hotel near where she lived, and then I would take photos of her.

The meeting went better than I expected–much better. We hurried to finish our lunch, and soon we were back in my hotel room, naked, our bodies slapping against one another.

It was a hard, fast, furious fuck, a fuck fueled by mutual, pent-up need and desire, and we both came within minutes. I felt her body shudder as I emptied myself inside her. I sat up and my gaze lingered on her, lying back against the unruly bed covers, her breasts bobbing up and down beneath me as her breathing slowed. Lisa had long, blonde hair, and it was splayed out spectacularly all over the white pillows.

“I didn’t expect that,” I said at last.

“You didn’t?” She arched her eyebrows at me.

“I just thought we were going to get acquainted and then take photos,” I replied. “That’s what I told you in my emails.”

“But you wanted more, right? You hoped for it?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course, Lisa. I think you know me well enough by now to know that.”

“I do,” she said, smiling. “That’s why I figured this would happen.”

“You did?” I was genuinely surprised.

“I knew you’d be easy. And I wanted it. From my point of view, it was in the bag.”

I laughed out loud. “You DO know me.”

“Not as well as I want to,” she said, reaching out and pulling me down on top of her. I kissed her face and caressed her magnificent breasts, pinching her pale, pink, erect nipples.

My kisses meandered down from her face to her chest, stopping for a while at each nipple, and then descending the length of her torso, with a short stop tonguing her navel until my face was over her Pussy. I pushed her legs back.

“I want to see,” I said.

“See what?”

“My cum in you.”

“Do you?”

My fingers pushed her lips back. Sure enough, a dollop of my cream lay puddled inside her.

“I do. That’s a nice sight.”

“Your cum or my Pussy?”

“Both, together.”

I savored the view.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” I said.

“Yeah?”

I looked up, from her Pussy to her eyes, which were boring into mine.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I first saw you on your page.”

“You’re so romantic.”

“As I recall, in the first photo I saw on your page, you were bottomless, and your legs were in the air and your lips were peeled back. A lot of pink was on display. Romance wasn’t the first thing I had in mind. But I’ve had those feelings, too.”

“I know,” she said. “I’m teasing you. You’ve said many romantic things in our chats. I’ve always liked that. You can be romantic. But you can Sex it up, too. Get edgy.”

“Things are better with some edge, in my humble opinion. I think you like it that way, too.”

She nodded. “You get me. That’s one of the things I like about you.”

“Speaking of edge,” I said, “we have shoots to do. Our . . . noon-time tryst . . . has thrown off my schedule.”

“Sorry to cramp your artistic style,” she said, laughing.

“Ha. You could never cramp my style. Still, I want to get going, while there’s plenty of daylight left.”

“Daylight?” she asked. “I thought we were doing photos here in the room.”

“Some of them,” I said. “But I’ve got a place in mind outside where I want to take pictures of you, and I want to do it while it’s warm and sunny.”

A shadow of concern clouded Lisa’s face. I knew she hadn’t taken any public photos for her website, and it would be a new experience for her.

Relax, darling,” I said, leaning over and kissing her lightly on the lips. “I’ve got this all planned. We’re going to have fun, and we’re going to get some great photos of you. And some video, too. You’ll Love it.”

I was confident, based on our months of messaging one another, that Lisa would enjoy my plan. I knew I would. I beheld her, nude and disheveled in bed, legs open and on display for me, and I couldn’t wait to get her outside, in a public place. I had done some scouting the previous day, after my arrival at her city, and I was confident I had found just the right places for some sexy shoots.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You’ll see. It’s a surprise. Now it’s time for you to get ready and get dressed.”

“You want me to put clothes ON? That’s a change.”

“I know. I can be perverse sometimes. But I’m not going to ask you to walk out of the hotel naked.”

I gave her a kinky smile.

“Not yet, anyway.” I had to admit, the image of Lisa walking out of the hotel naked in my mind was tempting. But, while I wanted many kinky things from my time with Lisa, I didn’t want to get her arrested.

“Let’s go over the contract, now,” I said.

“Shouldn’t we get dressed first?”

“Absolutely not. I have the day with you. I want you naked as much as possible.”

Lisa and I sat at a little table in the room, both still naked, and I went over the terms of the model release and contract. As the photographer and videographer, I would keep the rights to the work, but Lisa would have full rights to use it for her web page. I was setting up my own website, and I had plans to feature Lisa on it. We went over everything in detail, and she signed on the line at the bottom of the page. I admit, it was interesting–and kinky–having a serious conversation about legal rights while simultaneously staring at her bountiful, and very bare, breasts, and her gorgeous, rosy nipples.

I put the contract away in my laptop case.

“Time to get ready to go out. I have an outfit for you in the bathroom, hanging on a hook. There’s a makeup kit for you to use as you wish, and some hairbrushes. Wear your hair long and flowing, just the way it was when we met at the restaurant.”

“OK, Simon. I’m eager to see what you’ve got in store for me.”

“You’ll enjoy it. Oh, and Lisa –“

“Yes?”

“Don’t clean out your Pussy. Leave my cum inside you.”

I just loved the smile on her face after I said that.

“Whatever you say, Simon.”

I dressed after Lisa entered the bathroom. I was looking forward to our shoot, but I had to stop and marvel at what had already happened. I had fucked Lisa. I could scarcely believe it. I’d been a fan of hers ever since I had run across her web page, months before. She was perfect. I’d lost count of how many times I had stroked myself to fulfillment while gazing at her photos and videos. The combination of her sweet and elegant demeanor and brazen sexuality drove me wild every time. I had been mulling over the idea of this trip for a while, but I wasn’t sure what she would say. Her stated policy, understandably, was not to meet men who were fans of her site. But we hit it off so well in our chats that I thought she might make an exception for me. Thankfully, she did. After all the lust I’d felt for her for so many months, making Love to her had been a dream come true.

And the dream wasn’t over. I had some ideas for my muse, and I was confident we would both enjoy them. There were plenty of hours left in the day.

I pulled on some jeans and a polo shirt and Cole Haan sneakers. I double-checked my backpack. The equipment was ready to go.

A few minutes later, Lisa emerged from the bathroom.

She wore the outfit I’d prepared for her, and she looked magnificent. She wore a denim miniskirt, boots, and a loose, yellow off-the-shoulder cropped top. I’d given her a tiny salmon lace thong to wear under the skirt, and no bra. I figured Lisa’s breasts were firm enough that her bralessness wouldn’t be obvious right away, and I was right. I wanted her to give off a “Is she or isn’t she?” vibe as she walked in public. If I looked closely, I could just make out the pebbles of her nipples under the top. But it wasn’t too obvious. The look was exactly what I wanted.

I could tell Lisa, however, wasn’t so sure.

“You want me to wear this?” she asked, looking at me askance. “In public?”

Admittedly, it was not an outfit most 50-something women would feel comfortable wearing, or, for that matter, most women over 30. But that was the way I wanted it. I wanted to push her, and I wanted to photograph her pushing herself. And she looked great, just as I knew she would. The skirt was awfully short–low on the hips and more than a few inches over her knees–but she had a trim waist and long, lean legs, and she pulled it off. I knew she would get some looks, and that was exactly what I wanted.

“I do. So, so much. Trust me.”

“I never go out like this.”

“I know that. But, Lisa, you show your open Pussy on the Internet. You let men see you fuck yourself with toys. This is tame compared to that. You can do this. Once you start, you’ll enjoy it.”

I saw the uncertainty in her eyes, but she didn’t say ‘no.’

I held out my hand.

“Come with me, if you want to live–really live.”

There’s nothing like using a line from The Terminator to win over a woman’s trust. She took my hand.

With Lisa’s hand in mine, a camera backpack slung over one shoulder and a big duffel bag slung over the other, I led us out of the hotel room. Two young men joined us in the elevator to the ground floor, and I caught their eyes roving over Lisa, dressed as she was. I loved it. I’m sure she knew they were gawking at her, and that she liked it, too, although she was nervous about it.

The ground floor lobby was crowded with people, and more than a few of them turned their heads to watch Lisa as we walked across the marble floor to the door to the garage. Lisa looked straight ahead, and I smiled. It was fascinating to see a woman who had posted so many spread, nude photos of herself on the Internet being nervous about wearing a skirt and a little top in public. The first time for anything could be nerve-wracking, I guessed.

In not more than two minutes we were in my Lexus SUV, and we were off. I had scouted the location the previous day and knew exactly where to go.

I struck up a conversation to take Lisa’s mind off her nervousness and put her at ease.

“Have you had any interaction with Antonio, your pool boy, lately?”

Lisa laughed.

“You and Antonio. You keep asking about him. No, I haven’t seen him in a while. He got a better-paying job at the university and stopped working as a pool boy. I imagine he’s spending his time with college girls now, not 50-something cougars.”

“It was such a Hot story you told me. You having Sex with your 19-year-old pool boy in your backyard. I couldn’t get the image out of my head.”

“You kept asking me questions, like what was the wildest thing I’d ever done,” she said. “That was definitely the wildest.”

“Was that what persuaded you to get a web page?”

Lisa paused for a while before answering.

“It was part of it. It was a bunch of things. I’d thought about it for a little while. I thought it would be fun and daring. I thought I could make some extra money. And I kept thinking about the way he looked at me. It was a raw, animal look. I liked feeling his desire.”

“We all want to be desired,” I said. “And we want to desire others. I saw that in you the first time I saw photos of you on your page. The way you opened yourself. Displayed yourself. The obvious enjoyment you got knowing that men looked at you and desired you. I desired you, so much. It wasn’t long before I was scheming for a way to see you. And here I am.”

“Here you are,” Lisa said.

I glanced at Lisa in the passenger seat. The tiny skirt showed off a lot of leg, which I liked.

We drove through the city, to its outskirts, and hills loomed ahead.

“Lisa,” I said. “This is my preamble to what’s going to happen today. You know I’m smitten by you. I Love looking at you. I’m going to be asking you to do things, and they’re going to make you nervous, and I’m going to push your boundaries, in a big way. I have been looking forward to this for so long. But I have to say this. It’s only good if you want this. I want to expose you, Lisa. I have lots of ideas about how I want to do that, and if you let me, I will do so. But before we start, I want to hear you say that you want it. Tell me, Lisa.”

She ran a hand up and down a bare leg and she smiled.

“Yes,” she said.

“Do you want me to expose you?”

“Yes, I do.”

Those were the three most exquisite words I’d ever heard.

“We’ll be there soon,” I said, “but there’s no reason we can’t start to have some fun.”

“What do you have in mind?” Lisa asked.

“Pull your top up, over your breasts.”

“Here? There’s traffic around us!”

“Not much. I don’t see any cops. My windows are tinted. Do it.”

Lisa reached below her top, and she pulled it up. Her breasts burst into view. They looked fantastic. Lisa’s pale skin and pink nipples shone in the daylight.

“You better watch the road!” she said.

“Don’t worry about me.” I laughed. “Lisa, pinch your nipples.”

I guessed that she was in a compliant mood, or perhaps too stunned to push back against my insistent tone. She took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and began to pinch and mash them.

I was in heaven. I had imagined this day for a long time. The reality was better than the dream.

“Smile for the camera, Lisa.”

I had fixed a camera via a holder on the dashboard near me, where it could record Lisa from the side, as well as some of the exterior scenery as it passed by. Lisa waved and smiled.

“That one, too,” I said, pointing to the floor beneath her. I had mounted another camera near her feet, angled up to catch the scene between her legs.

Lisa laughed. “Naughty boy.”

Something I liked, as I drove, was that Lisa didn’t stop. She left the top up, mashing and pinching her breasts as we traveled through the city streets. She smiled at and played to the cameras that recorded her from two angles. I drove deliberately and slowly, to let other cars catch up to us, or to pass us by, and I’m sure a few of the people in them saw her, playing with herself. Lisa kept her eyes ahead, on the road, as though she dared not make eye contact with anyone gawking at her. I laughed to myself, quietly, at the irony of it, because Lisa herself had displayed those same breasts to hundreds of lusty men on her website. Breasts–and everything else.

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.

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