A revealing day out [FM]

After a handful of good experiences turning out as a model, this weekend brought another very unique opportunity my way that I simply had to – with some trepidation admittedly – jump at the chance to participate in. The shoot in question initially seemed unlikely to take place until late into the spring or even the summer, but a period of unexpectedly great weather presented an opportunity that neither the photographer nor myself wanted to miss, and so arrangements were hurriedly made and confirmed to make it happen.

So, I found myself waking up early on Saturday morning, showering and throwing on a loose-fitting dress and suitable underwear, and carefully packing my Sayaka from Madoka Magica outfit (yes, that old favourite!) into a bag before heading out and jumping onto a train. An hour or so later, I arrived at my destination, and after getting somewhat lost managed to find my photographer for the day – in his early 50s, dressed a little scruffily in t-shirt and worn jeans, balding and tubby and – as he introduced himself – with a harsh, coarse tone to his voice that was initially a little intimidating until you realised the words behind them were much friendly.

After getting the pleasantries out of the way, I hopped into his car and we drove off to our first location – some woods and fields around 15 minutes away. Once there, he found a currently deserted parking spot, and upon turning off the engine invited me to get changed. This prospect brought me a small thrill – I was about to undress and change into cosplay outdoors in broad daylight. Telling me he “didn’t want to spoil any surprises” for himself – he wandered off a hundred or so yards away to take a look around as I pulled off my dress, dropping it onto the back seat before opening my bag and laying out my Sayaka cosplay of white thigh-high stockings, blue skirt and a blue and white low-cut top, with white cape and gloves for accessories. Alternating between standing and perching on the car’s back seat, I carefully, methodically (and slightly awkwardly) changed into my full outfit, sword accessory and all. There was still no sign of the photographer after I’d finished so I was unsure of whether to go and seek him out, but within a few minutes he reappeared to compliments and comments aplenty about my outfit and how I looked in.

After taking my bag in addition to the camera bag slung over his shoulder and the camera around his neck, he then led the way as we walked into this woodland, him peppering me with cosplay questions as we went, until he stopped and asked me to pose by a solitary tree in a small clearing. This I duly did, running through my repertoire of cosplay poses for the character until he signalled that was enough, and we continued. Another unusual-looking tree trunk saw us repeat the process as I posed for him in front of and around it for a while.

Eventually we came to a farmer’s field of some kind with a gate, and again he stopped and asked me to pose. Again, I did just that, until he casually asked “do you want to lose the top?” This was it… I was about to start posing topless outside. After a snap or too as I pulled the top of the outfit down, I then removed it completely, handing it to him to place back in my bag (after warning him not to stuff in it there), and I posed in front of this quiet field with nipples hardening in the breeze and my heart racing a little.

“Ready to lose the skirt too?” he questioned, and with a nod I unzipped the skirt and carefully stepped out of it as I leaned against the gate before it too was returned to my bag. I posed some more, this way and that, until it was time for my knickers to be removed too. I could hear his breathing quicken a little as I hooked my fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them off to reveal my shaved pussy, and as I handed my warm underwear to him he complimented me on my body and cheekily asked with a slight flush and a grin whether the knickers I was handing him were moist. “Maybe”, I mumbled, doubtless a little flushed myself. Handing him my sword too, now I was posing by this field naked but for a cape, gloves and thigh-high stockings and boots, showing off everything as he snapped me posing towards and away from him for some time.

“I think we got some great pics there… let’s get back to the car” he said, turning around and heading off. My heart really started to race as I followed him… now I was walking back through this wood to a public car park almost entirely naked! We said nothing while we walked, and my mouth was dry and I looked around at every small unexpected sound I heard. As we reached the end of the wood and the start of the car park I saw a couple heading the other way walking their dog and froze, my breath caught in my throat. But then they were gone, and having stopped alongside me the photographer led the way back to the car, although not before stopping me at the signpost for the car park for one last photo of me exposing myself in this public place. Handing me my bag, I put all of my cosplay back on before returning to the car, taking a deep breath or too once dressed again. This was only the start of the adventure though, and I knew it…

As we drove again, we chatted some more – or rather, he chatted and I mostly listened. Our next stop was a park – rather than deserted, there were joggers and dog walkers here and there, and much of the park backed onto houses. After asking how I was feeling, we left the car again and walked down the main path deeper into the park – oddly, I didn’t feel at all self-conscious being here in cosplay even though I looked totally out of place and was definitely getting strange looks from passers-by, but perhaps that’s because my mind was still racing at what was to follow.

Eventually the coast was cleared, and what followed was a rush in both senses in the word as I suddenly started receiving orders. “Right, quick, lift your skirt, let’s get a look at those panties”. Then “let’s get your top off quickly”, as he all but grabbed it out of my hand and ran me through rapid-fire poses as I stood topless in the park. Between each shot he glanced this way and that for anyone approaching, and after what seemed like minutes but was probably thirty seconds he thrust my top back at me and said “Terrific stuff… really hot!” I was breathing heavily after all this – partly because I was turned on at what I’d just done, but more so because I realised I’d been holding my breath subconsciously the entire time. Noting my reaction, he broke into a big smile “Getting a taste for it, are we? Guess you wanna carry on?” I could only smile back and say “Sure” with a nod.

Both emboldened by this, the envelope was about to be pushed. As a local he knew the area like the back of his hand, and instructed me to keep walking with him. Some time later we came across a busy road junction, and he asked me to pose in front of the road and the stream of traffic traversing it. Rather than rushing things forward, this time he explained his plan – this was a one-way street on a bend, so his theory was that I could pose naked in front of passing cars so that my cape would protect me from their view, and the bend would mean they couldn’t even see me properly in their rear-view mirrors. I had no idea if this was true, but I was convinced, and so we went through a similar setup – I flashed my knickers at the camera by lifting my skirt, then dropped my top to reveal my breasts as cars and lorries raced by. I then removed my top and posed topless as drivers passed by, before doing the same with my skirt, and then waiting for a small break in traffic to hurriedly pull down and step out of my knickers. Here I was, naked in front of passing traffic! Looking at the photos now, you can clearly see drivers and passengers looking towards me and the camera, and I can only wonder what they could see… what they thought they were looking at even, seeing a girl in a wig, cape, boots and stockings. I’ll never know if they saw anything else.

“Right, that was fantastic, come on, quick!” he suddenly said, stopping snapping photos and all but running towards a tree-lined path next to the road at a speed that surprised me for his age and build. Looking around wildly for a moment, I broke into as best a run I could in my boots to follow. This path soon turned uphill, and then broke off onto a bridge with a road running over it. He stopped me before we reached it “Right, now this road is really quiet, but there might be the odd car or lorry here and they’ll see everything. Wanna risk it?” Frankly, the whole experience was thrilling me so much that I think the adrenaline said yes before my brain even comprehended the question, and so I found myself walking across this bridge. Mid-way across I felt him stop me with his hand on my arm – a touch which sent a little shiver down me and confirmed to me that I was indeed turned on by all this -and turned me 90 degrees. I was now posing, naked but for my cape, directly over a major dual carriageway! Camera out, he snapped again as traffic thundered below while I posed hands on hips, opening my stance (and my legs) wider at his request, and even fondling my breasts a little and letting a hand threaten to wander between my legs while he snapped away. Satisfied with his work again he gave me a smile and a nod and we began to walk away, before stopping thoughtfully and handing me my bag. “Want to put this back on for the walk back to the car, or not?” Even I wasn’t quite brave enough to walk all that way naked (although I might have had he simply not given my bag back), and so I hurriedly dressed as cars roared past below me. Ironically, I’d not been dressed more than 20 seconds then a white van drove across the bridge I’d just been posing on, leaving me relieved at my good fortune. When another lorry turned slowly onto the road however, the photographer spied a chance, and all but shouted at me to pull my top down so he could get a few quick snaps of me bearing my breasts as a lorry loomed behind, before I pulled my top back up before he passed us.

“Oh my god, that was crazy!” I all but shrieked in the aftermath of that as I resumed walking, and my outburst somehow eased some of the tension that had been present previously as I finally made an outward show of my feelings. This led to us talking more about this experience and others I’d have as we walked, and we chatted quietly but hurriedly for the walk back to the car.

It was about lunchtime by now, so our next stop after another drive was a small village pub with a garden area for outdoor seating. Stopping for some food and drink, he suggested we sit outside with a twinkle in his eye, telling me to grab a table after deciding on my order. After my drink was served, we made use of the quiet before the lunchtime rush for a few photos of me sat in front of a pint of cider baring my breasts, and some more of me with my top pulled down and legs spread to show my underwear. After contemplating whether I could lose the underwear for some photos as well, we decided it wasn’t worth being kicked off the premises for, and so instead sat to eat and drink for a while, explaining away my outfit to the waitress who served us with a simple “Oh, we’re doing a photo shoot” to which I’m sure she had a million questions that she daren’t ask.

We chatted plenty more over lunch, and after paying the bill it was time for the “final challenge” as he called it with a laugh. Walking through the village, was reached what must have been its outskirts, and a quiet road which seemed to lead to nowhere. Upon that road was a small wooden shack that he pointed to, which upon closer inspection was a bus stop. Its faded several year-old timetable posted outside the stop told the rest of the story – there’d be no buses stopping here. “You should be an expert at getting your kit off now” he joked as I peeked inside the small inset of the shelter, before stepping inside and, taking the hint, discarding most of my outfit once again. On his suggestion I lost the cape too this time, leaving me in just gloves and thigh-highs.

With a little coaxing, I posed for a few photos standing naked outside of the shelter, before ducking back inside quickly and making myself comfortable – or as comfortable as I could – on the hard plastic bench inside. Here I posed some more, spreading my legs, planting one foot up on the bench and so on, before some further posing massaging my breasts and tweaking my now erect nipples. “If you need a release, now’s the time” he said quietly as he watched me through the viewfinder, and without even thinking twice my hand dropped between my legs, finding a wetness I suspect he’d already spotted through his lens. That first touch of my own pussy – and the gasp that it brought – confirmed how turned on I was, and I was soon heading straight for my clit to seek out the pleasure I needed. The sound of the camera in front of me soon faded into background noise – as did all of the other sounds that reminded me I was basically outdoors – as I hurriedly rubbed my clit. I came in seemingly no time at all, trying not to make too much noise but still sighing and moaning nonetheless as I shuddered in orgasm.

Opening my eyes as I came down from that orgasm, I was met by a wall of praise “You’ve been so sexy all day, but that was so horny… you can’t imagine how turned I am now”. As I smiled at him, there was an awkward pause while I couldn’t help but glance at the bulge in his trousers before he straightened up and passed me my bag of clothes, suggesting I could change into my normal wear now if I preferred.

This I duly did, at which point we walked back to the car as he told me stories of where other models had posed that was more daring than he’d even suggested to me. Dropping me off at station, he asked what time my train was, and noting there was still some time to spare I saw another glint in his eye. “Wanna do a few final photos?” he asked. Nodding, he led me around to the other side of the station, and what seemed to be some kind of service entrance to the platform and some nearby maintenance sheds. The area next to this was in view of the platform, but bricked in by a wall almost, but not quite, as tall as me. I knew the drill by now, and slipped out of my dress and took off my bra and knickers for a final set of photos – me, stood naked in front of a platform packed with passengers going home after a day in the sun. Those final shots done I dressed again and we said our goodbyes as we walked to the main station entrance, still aroused but having added another very unique life experience.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8e4zjy/a_revealing_day_out_fm