My [F] nude photo ended up taped inside a port-o-john door at a construction site

Sometime in late summer 2001 one of the nude photos that my husband had taken of me ended up taped to the door inside a construction site port-o-john on a jobsite near Kansas City. They were building a hotel near the highway, but when I visited they were only about halfway done. Still a lot of guys working outside, but only 3 toilets. Of course when I visited KC for a long weekend to check in on the long hours my husband had been putting in that summer, I had no idea that 1/3 of the time these tradesmen were in the can they were looking at a picture of me in my birthday suit smiling at the camera. Unknown to me, a week before my arrival my husband had taken one of the nude pictures from an old photo shoot I’d done for him and put it on display. To be fair, the guys on the job didn’t know the photo was of me either. The only construction guy on the job I’d ever met before that visit was my husband’s boss and apparently he only used the jobsite trailer john, so he was oblivious. As I later discovered, it was a regular thing to have a sexy pinup plastered to the outhouse doors. In fact, the other 2 toilets had torn out pages from playboys taped to them. Because the photo of me was clearly amateur the men took more notice.

[F]lashed my body to unsuspecting motorists during a 45-minute traffic jam

Over my many years commuting in and out of the city I’ve lost untold hours/days /(years?) of my life to boredom spend in endless traffic. Sometimes when I’m feeling really horny or sleepy I’ll unzip my jeans or slide my hand under my dress and do some finger push-ups. My solo sessions in traffic have never drawn the attention of other motorists unless I am really trying to. And even when I am trying to get some guy to look over at me as my body is shuttering most the time nobody notices. I remember a handful of exciting performances when I had a captive audience, in particular when my husband was driving and cheering my clothes off and my inhibitions down.

One particular Friday in July was memorable because I was planning to leave work early and head up north to a cabin for the weekend with some friends, my car was filled with my cooler, sleeping bag, tent and other camping stuff. I got a late start that morning packing up then I hit a back-up on the highway that turned the interstate into a parking lot. I was wearing one of my normal office blouses and black slacks, nothing too uncomfortable normally, but after loading up my car I’d gotten a bit sweaty and my A/C was not keeping up with the already 90+ degree temps.

One time I [f]ucked a Snowman

I wish I could tell a more exciting story but the truth is it was like a lot of the faded memories i still have from college, faded and silly. Some of my friends and I thought it would be fun to day drink and build snowmen one weekend in the backyard. We were all between 18-20 at the time or we probably would have been at the the bar. After building a few cute snowmen, making snow angels, and drinking half a bottle of some cheap flavored vodka somebody added a large penis to one of the snowmen. Being tipsy, we each took turns pretending to give the snowman a handjob or a blowjob. One of the girls had a polaroid camera (this was ’91-’92) and snapped some hilarious photos of the snow man getting his giant snowcock sucked by multiple girls. Then there were some photos of our mouths, eyes, and faces covered in white snow that looked like snowman seamen. A few of us unzipped our coats, pulled out our boobs and pretended to all be catching snow jizz off the snowmans cock. When somebody dared anyone to fuck the snowman I didn’t even realize what that meant. But, a drunken instant later I had stripped off my jeans. Wearing my winter hat, winter coat, winter boots and lacey purple panties, I bend over and pressed my ass to the very tip of the snowman’s dick. I made some funny faces while my friend took polaroids and the girls laughed like mad. After me, my very drunk friend Mel got totally naked and tackled/fell into the snowman ending his short life. When we pulled her up we couldn’t stop from laughing for minutes. Mel was screaming because the tip of the snowman’s cock, which we had gotten wet from all the sucking, had broken off and was fused to her pubic hair. She was known as a snowman rapist and murderer amongst our college group for years afterward.

23[F] G-string Roadtrip 1996

My husband and I got married in the summer of 1995, a year out of college and just beginning our financial independence from our families. The wedding gifts we received were a godsent to us and we held on to many of them for more than a decade afterwards until we finally had our own money to spend. Our most expensive gift came from his rich uncle and probably cost him over $1,000 at that time. It was a digital camera. Back then digital cameras were basically unheard of, hard to believe now but if you wanted to view or print pictures in those days you had to surrender your photos to the drugstore for some random guy in a darkroom to develop for you.

This gift changed me from your average cute blonde 23 y/o (who would wear sexy clothes out from time to time) to an aspiring (maybe delusional) amateur model. The ability to view, delete, print, and save pictures on my computer opened up a world of possibilities for us. In no time at all, I was posing in my bikini and lingerie for sexy photo shoots in our little apartment.