Karen naked in school (Part 3) - Sexgeschichten

Karen naked in school (Part 3)

... before," he remarked in a friendly tone.

I nodded. "I guess so," I agreed.

"You still seem pretty uncomfortable, though," he observed.

"I am. That's true!" I looked down at myself, then back up. "I'm not used to being... without my clothes."

"But you'll let me take pictures of you. That's nice. Will you pose for me?" he asked hopefully.

"All right," I consented. "For a little while, if that's all right with you, Mike," I said, turning around.

"Sure, I guess so," Mike nodded. "If he sends me copies of his best pictures, anyway," he added.

"Sure!" the man grinned readily. He got out of his van, then pulled a tripod out from the back of it.

He had me do poses for him for about a half-hour; walking along the street, kneeling in the grass, turning toward him and away from him and frmo both sides. Several cars came by; I stopped to wave and smile at them, and he took pictures of me doing that as well.

"That should be enough for now," he said. "Thanks for posing!"

"You're welcome," I told him. "If you see me walking around again, feel free to ask me to pose for you more."

"Thanks again!" He drove off.

Mike and I kept walking along. "Did you enjoy posing for that guy?" Mike asked me.

"I... owed it to him, I guess," I shrugged, blushing a little, and explained about ducking away from him on my earlier naked walk in the afternoon.

He looked amazed. "You've really been active about this, girl!" he said.

I giggled a little. "I guess so. But ...

... after doing it in school... that's really hard."

The street we were on was busier. I kept darting between the sidewalk and the street, showing myself off to the passing cars. "I might as well walk right on the street!" I said after about the 4th vehicle.

"All right," he nodded, and I blushed; I hadn't really meant to commit myself to doing that. But he was already stepping over toward the street. I did so, too, and walked along the edge of the curb for the rest of the block. Oh, well, it was a little easier that way to wave and smile at passing cars.

It was getting a little easier, I noticed, to face the cars going by and to be cheerful while doing so. It was still embarrassing, but not as terrifying.

"How much further have I got to go?" I asked Mike.

"Three more blocks," he said.

"Three! I thought it was one or two!" I protested.

"I think it's three. Let's count as we go back, and if you didn't go far enough, we'll do it all over again," he suggested.

"Uh... no... we'll go three more," I gave in hastily.

We crossed another street and continued walking.

"There's a park a little further along, how about if we go there before turning around?" he suggested.

"All right," I agreed.

When we got there, I thought we'd turn right around, but instead, Mike suggested we go play on the playground. I found out sliding doesn't work when you have a bare behind, and swinging was kind of chilly. Mike urged me to climb on the monkey bars and go across the hand ...