However, despite her enjoyment of the camaraderie and the sexual excitement, she had enough sense remaining to finally call a halt before things went even further. She said that she hated to break up the impromptu party, but it was getting late and that they were going to the National Gallery tomorrow. Reluctantly, still on a high, the girls gave in and got ready to go to their own rooms, but, just before leaving, Judy remembered Mrs. Kramer's comment that she couldn't get out of her dress without help. Accompanied by the girls, Linda went into her room, leaving Kenny in the common room, of course, and turned her back, saying, "See, the zipper tab is hard to get to, and l can't reach far enough to get it down all the way." Judy took the tab and pulled it down to the bottom, exposing Linda's bare back all the way to her hips. As the gap widened, the dress just naturally fell off of her shoulders, and, suddenly, those nipples that had beguiled them all evening were unveiled. Hard as rocks, mounted on the cone-like breasts that a much younger woman could envy, they were stared at with utter fascination and envy by the four girls. Then, as Judy let go of the zipper tab, the entire dress fell at her feet, leaving her completely nude except for her lacey-topped dark hose.
Their first reaction had been complete, stunned silence, as their eyes ran over the totally unexpected voluptuousness of her body. They had been aware, of course, that her breasts were big and that her nipples were prominent, but they weren't prepared for seeing them bare. C-cup with virtually no sag, they stuck out as if she wore an invisible bra. The aureoles were pink and about one-half dollar in diameter, centered by those erect nipples, a half inch across, three- quarters of an inch high. While breasts of that size usually jiggle and wobble if unsupported, hers merely quivered enticingly as she moved. From them, their eyes just naturally went downward over her slightly rounded, very feminine, stomach to the triangle of curly cunt hair at its base. Unlike the girls, who shaved much of their pubic hair to wear brief bathing suits, hers was a neat mound in its natural shape. Beneath that, no more than an inch below, four inches of frilly elastic lace held up long dark thigh-high stockings. As she turned part way in a futile attempt to shield herself, her hips came into view. Like her breasts, these were plump mounds, curvy and full, and a bit oversized for her height. This merely made her bottom more attractive and, as revealed in her thin dress, the natural sway and bobble as she walked was very sensuous.
Linda stood there, naked, for a moment and, before she could even think of what to do, the silence suddenly ended with everyone talking at once, the comments all overlapped each other, a commingling of flattering observations: "Oh, my god, Mrs. Kramer, you're beautiful!" "God, what a body!" "Will you look at those tits!" "Man, both of mine wouldn't be a big as one of those!" She was totally flustered, not knowing how to respond, absorbing the obviously sincere admiration and flattery, but, at the same time, feeling unbelievably exposed. However, while she had stopped the situation from, as she feared, from going too far in the sitting room, she was still very aroused and high from the evening and the unending compliments flowing from the girls. Suddenly, without consciously making any decisions, she just quit worrying, almost as if a switch marked "modesty" had been turned off in her head. The sexual "high" that had permitted her to pose in a somewhat licentious way in the other room returned and, displaying herself like a model, she made a pirouette, feeling very bold and daring.
Then, to her utter consternation, Angela cried out, "KENNY, come in here and bring your camera! Hurry!" Now, Linda obviously had no problem with Kenny seeing her naked -- but not with anyone else present! The fear of another kind of exposure, her illicit sexual activities, momentarily dampened her high. She quickly tried to cover herself, but the girls would have none of it. As Kenny ran in, carrying his camera, to see what was going on, he found her standing naked, surrounded by laughing excited girls, still high themselves from the evening's entertainment. "Oh, please, Kenny, go back out! Don't take any pictures! Oh, good heavens! Come on, girls, let me get my robe." The modesty switch was back on and, for what probably was the hundredth time that evening, she blushed -- this time from head to toe.
Needless to say, her pleas fell on deaf ears. They were relatively mature young women, all very intelligent, all nice, stable and considerate -- but, as said before, they were all teenagers! They had enjoyed an evening of high excitement, become sexually aroused (although perhaps they didn't even recognize that), and now, feeding on each other's energy, they were really beyond reasonable thought. Early in the evening, stripping Mrs. Kramer would never have
crossed their minds. Now that it had happened naturally and without premeditation, they were thrilled with the results. The idea that she really would mind, that she really would be embarrassed beyond belief, just never occurred to them -- they were just having fun! In fact, Linda's mind was filled with a weird mixture of thoughts: on one hand, she was both mortified and humiliated, standing naked before them and Kenny, the center of their staring eyes; on the other, she was so excited and aroused, that she wanted to parade around, display herself to those eyes.
In any case, it was too late to hide anything as Kenny came in and, despite being shocked and aroused (as shown by what appeared to be a spear in his pants), began snapping pictures as fast as he could. Finally giving up, bereft of any thoughts of propriety or limits, she just stood there, posing with the girls and, even, while feeling alluring and seductive, with Kenny. Whatever pose they came up with, she went along, her mind in a state of sexual overload, so aroused that she never even thought of stopping as the poses became more and more suggestive and risqué. The girls took turns in arranging her, each trying to outdo the others in putting her in salacious poses. Several, which she didn't even recall (fortunately) until she saw the pictures, featured her in "Penthouse" types of positions which left literally nothing to the imagination.
The last pose, scripted by Angela (naturally), had Linda sitting on Kenny's lap again, only this time she had nothing on but the lacey topped hose. As directed, she was leaning back, one leg completely across his knees, the other pointing outward, exposing most of her cunt. She had one hand resting on each thigh, not hiding any of the crucial areas. In that position, the projection in Kenny's pants, which was painfully obvious, was actually right against her nearer leg and showing above it. His left arm was around her, his hand placed just below her breast, the other hand on her inner thigh within an inch of her cunt hair. At this point, Linda was just doing whatever she was told, in an erotic daze, not thinking at all. Kenny, of course, was in a different kind of daze, sexually aroused and relishing the increasingly carnal atmosphere in the room.
