Plenty of photos have been taken of me since digital cameras and phones made it easy, topless, half-naked, fully naked, having sex, masturbating, indoors and out, with friends and strangers.
One night I was having after-work drinks with the people I was working with. I'm self-employed, and my consultancy work takes me all over the country, so I'm never in one place for long. I was half listening to the conversation, which had turned flirtatious and 'naughty' as the drink flowed, the staff discussing the most daring situation they had had sex. Hotel balconies, the beach after dark, in the car, all things I have done but not the most risky. A guy out of my department, Kev, had been friendly the past month, charming, funny, nice looking and trim, we'd been on these after-work drinks a few times, and I'd come close to initiating fun with him a couple of times, the situation never quite right.
There was a lull in the conversation. I realised I'd been asked a question, missing it as I was half listening to another exchange. Stacy, my assistant, repeated the question. "Is there somewhere risky you've had sex?" I can tell she's not expecting an answer, as in work, I am professional and aloof, just concentrating on fulfilling my obligations, but then they don't know the real me.
I smile. "Where to start? I've probably had sex in all those places you've mentioned. The most risky, I'd say, was losing my virginity three times in the library." Stacy looked puzzled. "How can you lose your virginity three times?" Again I smiled, "Orally the first encounter, vagina the second and anally the third."
Some staff looked shocked, not expecting me to reply, let alone confess such a thing. Kev almost spat his drink out and gave me a quizzical look. I continued, "I've jogged naked in the park, had sex there and in numerous offices from private to open plan. Stairwells, warehouses, pubs, clubs, and I was once fingered to orgasm in a church during a very boring wedding...well, boring until the fingering." Stacy stammered. "I'd have never thought it." Kev smiled cheekily, "Any proof of your activities?" I addressed Stacy first. "I'm an exhibitionist, so risky sex, as you call it, is exciting and normal to me. I like sex, have a healthy sex drive and like to have fun."
Turning to Kev, I said. "There's photographic proof of some occasions." Adding cheekily. "Remind me to show you a few." Stacy was stunned. "I've never posed for a photo. What if someone saw it?" I shocked her again, replying. "What's the point of them if they're not seen?"
I left them talking and went to the bar. Kev followed and stood close behind me. "If I'd known you were such a naughty girl, I might have made a move. I mean, fingered in church?" I reached back and ran my fingers over the front of his jeans. "What's wrong with fingering?" I took his hand and guided it up the hem of my skirt to my panties, pressing his fingers to me. He stood closer and whispered in my ear, "Here?" In answer, I pushed my hips back, grinding against his crotch. His fingers pushed past the leg of my panties and stroked my damp pussy.
There wasn't much room at the crowded bar, just enough for him to tickle his fingers back and forth through my folds. I leant back into him and said. "Do you want to go outside and fuck?"
