Finding Myself Pt. 03

The small group of women applauded. "Just like your hen night," tittered one to another, "though you got it on your face."

It occurred to me that, in fact, these women were not new to 'sexy' adventures together, and as Josh cleaned himself up, they got round to discussing various hen nights they had attended together and the strippers they had seen, who seemed to range from very 'vanilla' - naked, but no touching, no erection - to 'full on' - having full sex with some of them (not sure which ones) and submitting to whatever they wanted.

They moved on to a discussion of CFNM as a whole, generally loving the concept, but happier when they could get involved in some way, discussing how they enjoyed fingering a man's prostate and jerking him off, but really wanted the option to be brought to orgasm themselves. I wondered how this might play out later.

After a break, during which Josh was not allowed to dress, but was encouraged to circulate, taking photos as the topless women ate and drank, we started the main purpose of the day - photography.

We had agreed that each woman would have a solo shoot, lasting about forty-five minutes, during which she would pose for the calendar photos, and build up a portfolio of lingerie, nude and whatever other shots she wanted. For the calendar, each would do one solo shot and one with Josh.

There then followed a discussion about the running order. In particular, no-one wanted to go first, and while the suggestion of drawing lots was sensible, I decided that I would offer my, rather experienced, services. Hopefully, it would give them confidence and ideas.

I went and changed into lingerie, and posed prettily, sliding off each item until fully nude, then stroking myself, playing with my boobs and sticking fingers into my pussy. I wanted to show them what was acceptable (though I stopped short of toys and full masturbation), but without scaring them.

For my 'calendar' images, I slipped into a translucent, button down blouse, which made my nipples stand out both visibly and physically. I teamed this with a short skirt which showed my bum as I bent over, and posed next to the old photocopier.

Then Josh joined, seated at a desk while I looked over his shoulder. He had a laptop in front of him, and while the loose top I wore gaped as I bent forward, I ran my hands over his shoulders and inside his shirt. I hoped I looked like a manager taking advantage of a secretary - and at the same time exposing almost my entire boobs.

Each woman took her place, following my lead. Some were more reluctant in their 'glamour' shoots, stripping naked, but not wanting to touch themselves, while others abandoned themselves and fingered enthusiastically. I almost expected one or two of them to orgasm.

Josh played his part well, as a cleaner, photocopier repair man, tea-boy and various other subordinate roles, as the ladies wore revealing costumes and adopted dominant poses above him. He wore shorts, dungarees, but whenever logical and feasible, as little as possible.

His main achievement, in my view, was not getting hard again until the final set of photos. Jax was last. I had expected her to be most apprehensive, but whether it was the booze, a need to keep up with her colleagues, or just that she blossomed in front of the camera (as I had seen others do), she stepped out looking stunning in pale green lingerie - half-cup bra, corset, thong and hold-up stockings.

The rest of us sat around, near-naked in whatever we had been wearing at the end of our shoots. Some had gone for revealing clothing, like me, while others preferred nudity and cover-up, like carefully placed vases of flowers, briefcases, files or Josh's hands.

We were close together, thighs rubbing together, and boobs touching one another's arms. That was when I felt Marie's hand on my leg. I thought nothing of it at first - it was a convenient place to rest a hand when we were all cramped together - but the gentle stroking of her finger-tips was unmistakeable.

Jax posed beautifully - a natural, and as she stripped off her corset first, then her bra, I realised Marie's fingers were pushing between my legs, forcing them apart. I accepted her attentions, parting my thighs, as she moved towards my dampness.

Opening my legs meant I nudged the knee of Chelsea next to me, who looked to see what was happening, and spotted the fingers of her employer sliding towards my exposed pussy, whose lips were now puffy and unmistakeably glistening wetly. She grabbed my hand and guided it directly between her thighs to a damp, warm satin thong which had pushed between her lips, making my access easy.

I took a second to glance away from the photoshoot, and saw that the need to be touched had passed through the group. No surprise in the sexually charged atmosphere, now enhanced by the sweet aroma of pussy-musk. As we became aware of what was going on, we exchanged glances, giggling in a half-embarrassed, half-stimulated manner.

Jax was on her knees, head on a cushion, bum in the air as she rolled down her knickers. Josh had moved from a side view of her boobs hanging down to a rear view of pussy and bum-hole as she revealed her final detail.

She was magnificent. I had been avidly waiting to see her tits, and was not disappointed as the full, round orbs appeared. I needed to suck those nipples.

As she posed, she glanced at the rest of us. Despite the bright lights focused on her, it was obvious that she could see what was going on, as her eyes widened and her pupils dilated. Josh spotted her glance, and followed her look. I had noticed his penis had begun to move away from his balls, now resembling a banana rather than an uncooked chipolata. Now it became straighter still - just a slight kink preventing him from full erection.

Jax had resumed posing, and now had her fingers between her legs, opening her pussy, rubbing her clit - maybe jealous of our off-set activities, but offering a lovely photo opportunity, and making Josh fully hard again.

Everyone spotted the erection immediately.

"Jax," spoke up Marie, "you gotta sort out that hard-on."

Jax may have been the shyest of the women, but as she rolled on to her back, one hand stroking a nipple, while the other slid into her pussy, she looked hungrily at Josh.

He moved around her, as she posed, and as she dropped into her most seductive mode yet, she beckoned. Her crooked finger would look great on photos, but it also drew Josh to her, and he dropped the camera aside as he presented his cock to her willing mouth.

By now, the rest of us wanted to expand our own activities, so we left our seats, taking advantage of the set. I decided it was too good a photo opportunity to miss, so detached myself from the group, leaving the three other couples.

They used the props and sets imaginatively - leaning back over the desk while pussies were licked, spreading legs wide on the photocopier, and using the handles of cleaning tools as makeshift dildos. Had it been an 'anything goes' calendar, the shots would have been amazing, and I decided that we should suggest making a copy - just for participants.

Jax was not left alone with Josh. They took it in terms to suck and lick him, while he enjoyed their boobs and pussies - five new ones in one day for him - gastronomic heaven.

Eventually, I laid the camera aside and took advantage of the fact that Jax had Chelsea's head between her legs. I approached her and lowered my head to her gorgeous tits, sucking in the heavenly nipples which I had coveted since I first saw them. I sucked, licked and nibbled - hard - how I liked it - until I felt her orgasm. I hope I contributed, but I think Chelsea was the main factor.

I shifted around, squatting over Jax's face, feeling her tongue lap my juices and my clit as I played with my boobs. She was good - she lapped, then fingered - two fingers in my cunt and one in my arse. I closed my eyes until I climaxed, vigorously and wetly, soaking poor Jax as she gasped for air beneath me.

Only then did I look at the rest of the room, realising that, as the others had started before me, they had also finished. They had then decided to watch the show Jax and I were putting on - even Josh, whose dripping cock was twitching, and seemed unsure whether to get hard again or take a break, pending its evening exercise with me.

The two final calendar shots were completed - Jax wearing tinsel, mistletoe and a couple of baubles for the December page, and bending over a naked Josh, who held a laptop in front of his crotch. Her boobs were squashed on his shoulders to hide her nipples, and she bent fully from the waist, making her toned bum look amazing.

I took the shot from a slight angle, to show she was naked, and she scratched her bum, apparently unconsciously - a lovely, unsexy gesture in a wonderfully sexy photo.

The shoot being complete, the women now wanted to go out on the town. They had finished all the alcohol that they had brought with them, and wanted to make today a full-on party. They slipped into sexy outfits which they had brought with them (as they planned all along to go out afterwards), and although Josh and I were invited (and he told me I was welcome to go if I wanted to), we declined.

After saying our goodbyes and arranging to see Marie with the final, edited versions of the calendar shots (the others would receive their 'glamour' images by email), they left. They were already quite drunk, and I shuddered to think what they might get up to.

We downloaded hundreds of photos, separating 'calendar' from 'glamour', then sub-dividing into sets for each woman. The shots I had taken during the 'orgy' were separated out, to be divided between those featured in each picture - including Jax and I, who Josh had snapped enthusiastically.

The calendar looked great. Every woman exuded confidence and strength - even me. The individual shots were strong, and made us look sexy, but untouchable. Any man seeing them would feel turned on, but, I felt, he would know that this woman was not an object. In the shots with Josh, it was clear who was in charge.

Ultimately, if this did not improve sales - to men because it was sexy, to women because it gave the impression of a company which had women in powerful positions, I would be amazed. Marie was delighted. Although we had not expected payment, she gave Josh a very substantial amount of money.

The money was invaluable, and we decided that, with two weeks to go until I started my University course, we should take a holiday. We were pouring through brochures when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, haven't seen you for a while," gushed Brenda, embracing me. She was followed by her partner, Lacey, who smiled shyly before I pulled them into a hug. Josh stepped forward to join in with the general hugging before we all sat down.

"Whatcha doing?" Lacey asked, taking note of the brochures.

"Well," explained Josh, "we had a nice windfall, and we've decided to go away for a week. We've looked on line, but decided to go more traditional, as we're not really sure what we want. Somewhere photogenic, not a massive distance, and fun."

"Cool," Brenda joined in, "we want to get away for our last bit of freedom before Uni. We were thinking of camping by the sea somewhere - shame the weather's due to break, but still be fun."

"Come with us!" I blurted out, totally forgetting that Josh had a say in the matter. Thankfully, he nodded and smiled.

"Yeah," he said, "why not. As long as we do our own thing some of the time and it's not hugely expensive."

"I know a great website," enthused Lacey, "look."

They navigated to a site which seemed to be offering very reasonably priced holidays, and we started looking. We considered standard places - France, Spain, Portugal - then a little different - Iceland, Scandinavia, Belgium - before finally arriving at Mexico.

The hotel was frighteningly cheap for all-inclusive, but it was about thirty miles from Cancun, close to a site of historical interest, and provided access to other fascinating places. There was a beach at the hotel and plenty of trips which could be booked. It looked stunning, and conversation became increasingly enthusiastic.

The biggest fear was the cost - it was simply too cheap. Would we end up on a building site? Or with food poisoning? I expressed my concerns, but was over-ruled. Despite the nine hour flight, which also overturned our desire to stay close, we booked adjoining rooms and departed in two days.

It was not ideal timing, in terms of setting up a business, but we rationalised that people could easily contact us for bookings, and we would just have to work harder on the general organisation when we got back. I think we regretted it a little, as calls began to come in. Those with whom we had done calendar shoots decided they might like shoots for other reasons - for partners, for the walls, for fun - a great many reasons.

I think Josh was pleased that not everyone wanted boudoir shoots, as he did not want that to be the only genre he worked with. He ended up with portraits, family photos, staff photos for companies, pictures of the kids, model portfolios and even requests to take photos of pets. If he was successful in these ventures, the business would be making a fortune.

We prepared for the holiday, which meant shopping. Brenda and I bought bikinis, shorts, crop tops and sun cream, while Josh got shorts and t-shirts. Lacey picked up new binders, shorts and bikini bottoms. Their shopping seemed far more complicated than ours, as binders are less readily available, and being gender-fluid led to wanting different clothes according to gender identity. Eventually, however, we were all packed and ready for our flight.

We had been apprehensive about our hotel. Not only did the price seem too good to be true, but it was an 'adults only' resort. None of us wanted to arrive at a cut-price Hedonism II, to be greeted by clones of Josh's parents, expecting us to spend every minute of the day naked and offer sex to anyone who fancied us, yet the hotel was at pains to emphasise that this would not be the case. 'Adults only' meant simply no children.

There was a naturist area on the beach for those that preferred that, otherwise clothing was required in all areas - even around the swimming pool. It seemed pointless, as women were allowed to be topless, but it was a gesture. There were no organised 'activities', other than a cultural evening, a 'night club' for guests to dance and standard tourist trips and events. It seemed perfect - on paper.

We arrived on a hot, sunny morning, expecting cranes, earth-moving machinery and a chorus of pneumatic drills. We were shattered, despite sleeping for most of the flight. Everything looked idyllic. No building work, relaxed, smiling people, everywhere clean and staff attentive and efficient.

We were shown to our rooms, still with no red flags, and after half an hour unpacking and changing, Brenda and Lacey came through the connecting door to join us. We had all opted for t-shirts and shorts, and were ready to explore - and eat.

Breakfast was still being served, so we wandered to the dining room and collected a magnificent meal - croissants, pastries, bacon and eggs, fresh fruit - and, miracle of miracles - freshly cooked doughnuts. It was a superb buffet, and if this was typical of the food, we were in for a fabulous gastronomic experience, if nothing else.

Then we wandered around. There were no groups of drunken students chanting 'Spring Break' and leering, no people having sex on the beach, just couples wandering around arm in arm, nodding greetings or sunbathing on the beach. Very few were topless, in fact.

The scenery of sea and sand was beautiful and the grounds were landscaped, with iguanas warming up on small piles of rocks. On the face of it, everything was perfect.

Eventually, we reached the hotel reception, and began to plan an itinerary for the week. It was straightforward - a trip to an eco-park, the local Mayan ruins on the sea front, Chichen Itza, of course, a swim with dolphins and some time to relax on the beach.

Eventually, Josh asked the receptionist exactly why the booking had been so cheap, and if there was a catch.

She smiled. "We have work done but finish early. Last week. All now ready. You lucky."

And so it seemed. As we strolled back to our rooms for a couple of hours rest, we accepted that we were in for a great time.

As we lay back on the bed, Josh turned to me.

"Y'know, there's great photo ops here. Landscapes are awesome - and... well... if we add a little spice to them..."

He looked meaningfully at me, and I grinned.

"You mean something 'arty' to add to the appeal? Yeah. I'm up for that. Perhaps involve Bren and Lacey too. You could get some very 'arty' shots."

He smiled. It might seem like a busman's holiday, posing naked against different backdrops, but I enjoyed it, and making the holiday sexy had to be fun.

"I wonder," he mused, "if we could get any of the locals to pose too. Maybe the hotel staff. I bet some of them would love to earn a little extra."

I gave him a knowing look. He had spotted the attractive young women in their chambermaids' outfits flitting about. Many of them were clearly of Mayan descent, small, well-built, slim and pretty - although tending to become rather 'cuboid' with age. He loved photographing different physical types, and these would be yet another to add to his portfolio.

We began talking about how I would look, draped on ancient buildings, surrounded by jungle, bursting from lagoons. Then we moved on - the counterpoint of me stroking my pussy with iguanas watching, or playing with my tits in leafy arbours. We began to get a little heated, and Josh grabbed his camera, and began to 'document' our room.

I responded, posing on the bed, stripping slowly, fingering myself. He stripped too, knowing that we would have sex as soon as he put the camera down. With his erection bobbing, he continued to take photos, and it was just as I was posing with my bum in the air, fingers spreading my pussy wide for the camera, that there was a knock on the door.

We didn't notice at first, both being very aroused, but then we heard a key in the lock and the door opened. We froze. A young chambermaid stood in the doorway, framed as the sunlight streamed in. She froze too, staring at Josh, camera in hand, cock pointing directly at my bare arse and open pussy.

There was a moment as she took in the scene - it seemed a very long moment - when no-one moved. Then, she muttered something, closed the door and left.

Josh and I collapsed, giggling. We had already been very turned on, but being caught like this brought my exhibitionist streak to the fore, and made me so horny that I needed to fuck. Josh did not object, and so it was, some twenty minutes later, that Brenda and Lacey found us.

We had finished a wonderful love-making session. I had had every hole penetrated, and was very satisfied. My head rested on Josh's stomach, mouth barely an inch from his sticky, declining semi-erection.

As our friends entered, they giggled.

"You too," smiled Brenda, "we couldn't resist it. Thought you'd be finished and dressed by now."

We recounted how our sex had been delayed by the photography, and then the appearance of the young woman in the doorway, laughing at both the humour and the embarrassment of the situation. We then decided to visit the beach. Lazing in the sun was very much needed - perhaps a quick swim too, to rinse off the debris from our flight and our more recent activity.

We slipped into appropriate sunbathing clothes, and slipped lightweight tops and shorts over the top, as seemed to be the preferred look.

Leaving the room, we spotted a small group of hotel staff, and as we walked towards them, they looked at us and turned away, giggling. In the centre was the one who had walked in on us. Clearly, she was sharing her story.