Demanding Supply Ch. 05

Chapter 5: Life's a Beach

Amanda made her way home, unsure about what she had just done; wondering what had gotten into her. Sure, she had had fun that was she wasn't denying. It had been a whole new experience for her; to have wandered away from her clothes, in public. For that short period of time, she had been for all intents and purposes; completely stranded. It had also been quite embarrassing to get caught masturbating by someone else! Sure, he had taken it well if anything, he was relieved that everything was fine; having been originally concerned that she might have been in trouble.

They had really hit it off from the start, their walking and talking having lasted close to three hours; both of them sharing their life stories to each other. His last minute offer of photographing her had taken her a bit by surprise, sure; but it was obvious that she could trust him. If Fred had any intentions of hurting her, or raping her; he had plenty of opportunities to have done it already.

Unclipping her key from her bag strap, she entered her home; a smile on her face. Taking off her clothes, she started with a hot shower; embarrassed at the places sand had made their way. By the time she shut off the water, Amanda had made her mind; she was going to call Fred tomorrow. Her last thoughts as she drifted off to sleep, were of him. His arms wrapped around her, his breath in her ear, the warmth of his chest, and the sound of his voice.

The sounds of the world around her, roused her from her blissful sleep; and she fought hard to return to it. Giving up, she rolled over and reached for her phone.

After a few rings, a voice answered in Dutch; introducing itself as being Fredrick. After a few pleasantries; they arranged to meet for lunch. She quickly got dressed; knocking out any sand that was still left in her swimsuit. Throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, she hurried out the door.

Fred was at the restaurant already, having seated himself at a table in the corner. Joining him, they continued to talk about the same things they had shared about each other the night before. By the time they were done eating, he had brought up photographing her again. Amanda had hoped he would, and accepted the offer.

Paying the bill, they left together; the short walk explaining how he had arrived before she had. Her new friend lived literally across the street, and rented out the apartment next door to use as his studio; all in all, it made for a short commute.

Amanda was impressed by his setup, and by all of the equipment he had. As she made herself comfortable, they discussed 'business'. He started by a few test pictures of her in her clothes, a few more in her swimsuit; and finally once she relaxed a bit more, undressing. Remembering the poses that Amy had originally 'requested' from her, she did her best to replicate them; obviously getting Fred's attention. He complimented many of the poses she presented, and suggested a few others; impressing Amanda with how suggestive they were. Fred's former heterosexuality was obviously not buried too deep; she was positive that she had noticed some growth in his pants on a few occasions. Distracting her away from it, he suggested they relocate to his balcony; asking her if she would be comfortable enough to do that.

Even though he still lived in the city, the layout of the building allowed for a clear view of the surroundings but offered some privacy from prying eyes. Fred was surprised at how quickly she became comfortable with the increased exposure; especially when a whistle came from below. Amanda smiled at the sound, before she identified the source, and waved at him; smiling. Fred smiled also, asking her that if she had enjoyed being whistled at; perhaps they could relocate to the beach for the next set of photos.

Amanda was a bit reluctant but at the same time, quite interested. That was going to be a big jump for Amanda, since the last time she was at the beach nude; maybe a half dozen people in total might have seen her. Now there were thousands of people there...and there was no way she was going to resist going there with him. Quickly getting dressed, she practically ordered him to pack up a bag; Fred laughed at her eagerness. Within minutes, they were already on their way there; Fred always had a bag of camera gear ready to go, just in case.

Going to the same area she had set up her towel the evening before, Fred needed to encourage her a bit to take her swimsuit off. Amanda jokingly suggested that she'd do it if he took his off. Fred called her bluff and disrobed completely. She shamelessly stared at his nude form, soaking it in. Never taking her eyes off of him, she was once again mesmerized as she let her swimsuit slip off of her. Picking it up, she handed it over to him; having suggested that he'd rather not have it in the shots. With more and more eyes watching her, Fred began to take pictures; snapping away as she smiled to him.

She could feel their eyes looking at her, hear the occasional whistle, and she loved it. Amanda started to pose for the camera more, only smiling at first, eventually adding the bedroom eyes. Fred suggested that she lay down in the sand, and let the waves splash against her. The sand would stick to her, enveloping her with a second skin; and the next wave would wash it off. As the cycle repeated itself over and over; the poses would change, and the photos would continue. Anyone that looked at her would not only be enjoying the view, but would also notice how happy she genuinely appeared. Since Fred was taking pictures of her, others assumed it was okay to do the same. At first, Amanda instinctively thought to cover herself; only to remember that it was exactly what she wanted to happen. She struck a quick pose for some guys with a camera, and Fred immediately understood that their photography wasn't an issue for her. He had been ready to send them away had Amanda not greeted them happily.

Amanda was in a world of her own, random strangers were taking pictures of her; and she had no idea what they would do with them afterwards, and she didn't care one bit. In fact, she loved it. Over the next fifteen minutes or so, a crowd had started to gather, and that's when she had started to feel a bit uncomfortable. At first it hadn't been a problem, everyone had kept their distance. It had actually been fun to have attracted spectators so easily; especially since they had cameras, and weren't afraid to use them. Now that they were moving in on her, it wasn't fun anymore. Fred had sensed this, and had called an end to the photo-shoot, handing her swimsuit over. He also surprised her by sending away all the perverts so quickly, shouting: "Show is over, please leave now." He had then yelled it out in another language; she assumed it was Dutch. She was impressed, and also quite surprised. He was really looking out for her, and it felt nice.

As everyone walked away reluctantly, Amanda posed for a few last minute arrivals; not wanting to spoil the opportunity for them, just because of their timing. They thanked her before they continued on their way. A few stragglers chanced a last minute shot before leaving, obviously taking Fred's dismissal seriously. Walking back to Fred, he mentioned that her pictures turned out very well; informing her that he should have her pictures cleaned up later today. She thanked him again.

Fred: "My pleasure. See you next time. I need meet husband dinner."

Again they hugged, just as last time; both of them naked. To Amanda, it was even better than the first time; since she was much more comfortable doing it this time. She had trouble bringing herself to let go of him. Fred picked up his camera bag, and began to walk away. She got his attention right way:

Amanda: "FRED! Wait!"

Fred turned around quickly in surprise.

Fred: "Yes? What wrong?"

Amanda: "When should I call you to pick up my clothes?"

Fred burst out laughing, having forgotten that her clothes were still in his camera bag.

Fred: "Sometime after 8."

Amanda: "Okay. Sounds good." She turned around intentionally, and began to walk away.

Fred: "Amanda! Wait!"

Amanda smiled briefly, before she turned around; her face showing casual inquisitiveness.

Fred: "You are serious? You want stay no clothes?"

Amanda: "Sure, why not? You're going to be back, right?"

Fred: "Yes but while I gone, you stuck here. No clothes. No key. Stuck here. You want?"

Amanda: "Yes, I think it would be really fun to try. Do you mind?"

Fred chuckled:

Fred: "You crazy. No, don't mind. I have pictures when get back. Okay?"

Amanda: "Sounds great, see you then."

She turned away again, and this time; kept walking, thinking to herself: "What the fuck did I just get myself into?"

Fred had obviously taken her request at heart, because when she turned around to see if he was still there a few minutes later; she could see him in the distance, walking away. As she continued to walk further away from him, it didn't take long before it started to attract other people's attention. People rarely walked along the beach nude; it was usually from their towel to the water, and back. It was obvious to them that she didn't have her clothes anywhere nearby, since the part of the beach that she was entering was generally accepted as being reserved for non-nude visitors. Even though it wasn't against the rules to be nude there, it was considered to be 'through traffic only'.

Amanda could feel the increasing numbers of eyes on her, and notice people tapping each other before nodding out towards her. She noticed a couple of young men, in their mid twenties staring at her; one of them trying to take a picture of her discretely, making it look like he was sending a text message. Amanda stopped suddenly, smiled; and offered to pose for him. The offer was received appreciatively, and acted upon. First thing she knew, more cameras were starting to appear; and after a few more minutes, she was beginning to be surrounded again. Knowing exactly what was going to end up happening, instead of stopping it soon; she decided to encourage it. The idea of being swarmed by a crowd again, without Fred there to 'rescue' her; was somewhat appealing. A bit of danger was always interesting to her.

The numbers grew, and she didn't mind; especially when they started to close in on her. The closer they got to her, the more difficult it would be for her escape, and the more appealing it became. Everything changed when someone behind her reached out and touched her ass; she had simply turned around and smiled. Returning her attention to the people in front of her, she felt another hand reach for her behind; and she ignored it. That hand turned into two, then three; her only reaction was a bigger smile. Someone had the audacity of looking her right in the eyes and reach for her breasts; she leaned into it. That had started a shit storm; it essentially gave everyone a green light to do the same. Within seconds, she was covered in hands; touching, squeezing, and stroking. The sensation was amazing! Especially the hands that didn't touch for their own enjoyment but for hers. She could have sworn that a few of those hands were female which was definitely a whole new experience by itself.

The cameras had never stopped; and several of those pictures were going to show her almost completely covered in hands, that was sure.

This went on for close to an hour before she asked to be excused. It took a few extra minutes for her freedom to be granted. Amanda quickly made her way to the bathrooms at the top of the beach, locked herself inside a stall; and tried to control her breath, and her excitement. All of that attention had really did a number on her, and everything that had happened already today was simply amazing. The photo shoots with Fred at his place, and at the beach, being stranded here without any way of contacting Fred, having all of those hands roaming her body; it was just too much for her to handle. Without hesitation, she immediately sought relief; this time doing her best to be quiet, as to not alert anyone else of what she was doing inside.

Her eyes were welded shut, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip; as her hands frantically and aggressively did her bidding. Pinching her nipple, and rubbing her clit so fast; her hand looked like a blur. As the pressure inside built itself up; so did her imagination. Reminding herself constantly that she was stranded here just made things worse for herself but not as bad as once she started to think about what could be happening with all of the pictures that everyone had taken of her; that had just been too much for her handle. She writhed in ecstasy as she lost control of her body. It took several minutes for her to regain control of herself, and her composure. Cleaning herself up a bit with toilet paper, she left the stall. Looking at her face in the mirror, she could see how much more relaxed she appeared. Washing her face in the sink, she dried it off before returning outside.

Asking someone for the time, she discovered that she still had a couple of hours before she could expect Fred to return; until then, she needed to find something to do. Killing some time by swimming, and a bit more working on her tan; as the sun started to set, she began to make her way back to the other beach a few miles away. Stopping impulsively for a few friendly visitors, eager to attempt a conversation with her; anything for a closer look. If they even hinted at taking a picture of her, or did as little as handle one; she'd offer it to them before continuing on her walk back. By the time she had reached her destination, it had burned almost enough time.

Fortunately, Fred arrived early; not because she was eager to leave but mostly because she was getting bored.

Fred: "Have fun?"

Amanda: "Tons!"

Fred: "I surprised you happy. What did today very brave. Far more than what do before."

Amanda: "It was awesome! I can't believe how much fun it was to be literally stuck here until you got back. I love how there was nothing I could do about it!"

Fred: "Happy to hear. Maybe do again some time. Yes?"

Amanda: "Definitely!"

He handed her back her clothes, and once she got dressed; a small memory card.

Amanda: "What's this?"

Fred: "Your pictures..."

Amanda: "Oh, thanks. I'll get this back to you tomorrow."

Fred: "No, keep. I not want back. Cost almost nothing, and I not keep pictures not belong me."

Amanda:"You never keep copies for yourself?"

Fred: "If take pictures for magazines, once sell pictures to them; I erase."

Amanda: "Oh, ok."

Fred: "I still have copy of these until I know everything good. Once know, I erase."

Amanda thought about how much she had enjoyed having nude pictures of her out of her reach in the past with Amy, and couldn't help but want it to happen again; this time with Fred.

Amanda: "Actually, I have a bad habit of losing things that I store on my computer; is there any chance you could hang on to a copy of them, just in case?"

Fred: "No problem. I just hope husband not see them. Make him very confused."

They both laughed at his comment.

Amanda: "True enough. Thanks again Fred."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and started to walk home; part of her was happy that she now had the option. As soon as she got inside, she went straight to her laptop to check out the pictures Fred had taken. There were 276 of them! The pictures that had been taken in his studio were really high quality compared to the ones taken at the beach. A lot of the last ones had people blocking the camera, which was when the photo shoot had ended. The first 150 or so pictures were excellent. She began to think about having been photographed by random people in public, and wondering how those pictures had turned out. That's when she realized that she might never know, since she had absolutely no control over those pictures. Just the thought of that was REALLY hot.

The more she thought about those 'lost' pictures, the more excited she became. Not wanting to hold on to these pictures for any longer, she uploaded the majority of them; cropping her face out as usual. The pictures those other people had taken; it would be unlikely they would do the same. Even though the damage had technically already been done, she wasn't ready to include her face on that website yet. As much as she enjoyed that there were now many more nude pictures of her that showed her face, and they were way beyond her control again; as long as it was still up to her, she would keep her face concealed until she was ready. As the 'views' on her newest pictures increased from zero; she felt the same tension build up inside of her as it did the first time she did this, and almost as a tradition to that moment, she pleasured herself for third time in less than twenty-four hours.

Her final thoughts were of how this new hobby was really starting to kick ass; and of what she could do next.

To Be Continued...