This pic has long been a favorite of mine, more for its history off camera than on. You are seeing Mrs. Pix in a long-time standard outfit for go-anywhere exhibitionism, or at least friskiness in public settings.
The bottom is a standard-issue denim miniskirt. It is her most conservative of the genre, street legal, providing basic minimal coverage, sits nicely on her hips, and behaves. It moves nicely and provides peeks now and then, but doesn’t require a lot of self-conscious tugging.
The top is a cropped button-up denim jacket, essentially a bolero. As you see here, one button is usually sufficient to keep the jacket closed and everything “contained”, but that also means that it is very easy for her to pop that one button when desired to free her breasts and then restore things easily without fuss. When she does pop the button, the jacket parts in front, but does not just fall open; this allows her to bare the skin between her breasts without necessarily putting her breasts right out there, allowing for some inspirational public flirtation without crossing into indecency. She has modified the jacket by adding a soft flannel lining inside the front panels so that she can wear it for long periods without her nipples chaffing against the rough denim.
Between the jacket and skirt, not really displayed effectively in this shot, is a nice stretch of bare midriff that really draws the eye, no matter from what viewpoint.
This is a nice outfit for shooting pool. Basically decent, but when she bends to take her shot – you guessed it – her cheeks naturally come into view for those with the right vantage point. And remarkably, if she goes into a good stretch for one of those long cross-table shots, the jacket rides up and both breasts emerge to dangle nicely, then everything returns to normal with no fuss as she straightens up again. Sometimes, when she feels particularly comfortable with the situation, she’s been known to pop that one button open, allowing the girls to “breathe” as we play.
On the other hand, when just out and about – as when shopping, for example – she strikes a striking look, but can go about her business with confidence that everything is in place and technically decent as long as she wishes it to be. But … she does attract of attention, usually admiring looks or at least no worse than raised eyebrows. Example: One day we were just walking down a city street and passed an old woman at a bus stop – the stereotypical biddy – overweight, drab saggy clothing, shopping bags, etc. She was watching us approach from a distance, and I could anticipate some kind of interaction as neared, probably not good. Sure enough – as we got close she turned toward us an leaned a bit toward Mrs. Pix, smiled, and said, “You keep right on doin’ what you’re doin’, honey.” People can surprise you.
Here is something a little uncommon for us – the captured aftermath of a little “floor time”.
The scenario here is not that unusual, but for a couple of twists. It is a fairly common thing for Mrs. Pix to indulge me by lying back on the floor, making herself available for servicing me in various ways. Not surprisingly, these indulgences usually lead to a climax, and the evidence of that climax most often ends up sprayed across her face. Those “happy endings” cannot be shared discreetly and so have to remain the stuff of story and lore, but in this case I was sitting on her face and go over her chest instead, making a photo feasible.
Another twist here is that this particular moment took place in an open setting at a hotel takeover – not in the middle of a party, per se, among spectators, but in open view. Mrs. Pix is not particularly shy, but it is not common for her to take such anointings in non-private moments.
One aspect of a shoot when girlfriends are photographed by their husbands is that the girls don't necessarily take it all that seriously. Every now and then (EVERY now and then) the girls tend to break the atmosphere by breaking into chatter between themselves, leaving the photographer husband twiddling his thumbs and politely clearing his throat on the sidelines. Here you see one of those distracted moments ...
This pic may be a bit of a tease. This comes from a time when Mrs. Pix and our lady friend Belle got together in a very hot girl-girl photoshoot before an adult party. There were others around, but this was not a wide open party with people everywhere; at least not yet – others would arrive later. We had time and a little peace in which to let the girls be girls. They were very good to me, making it very hard for me to … umm … focus.
Unfortunately, it is very difficult to compose pics that convey the real heat of that shoot, as so much of that is in the girls’ faces and mouths – tongues and lips and eyes, most of which must remain obscured. In this shot I’ve taken this about as far as I can while still, I hope, capturing the mood.
This last massage pic catches a moment with our lady friend Nell. Nell was also partying naked at this same event and decided to take a little advantage of Mrs. Pix being laid out so. Nell spent some moments teasingly sucking on her breast, the effects of which you can see in this picture as the “pop up” nipple on the right. As this photo was taken, she and Mrs. Pix were lost in a long, intimate kiss. Beautiful when the girls get into each other. Sigh.
These few pics stem from one of our adult events when Mrs. Pix, as usual, was partying naked. Turned out one of our familiar party friends of some years was moving out of the area and it occurred to us that despite having shared company on numerous occasions over time, he had never had his hands on Mrs. Pix. He was an amateur masseur and happened to have his gear in his vehicle, so we decided to mark this occasion of parting by offering Mrs. Pix up to his hands before the opportunity passed for good.
So that is what you see here … Mrs. Pix laid out nude under the respectfully roaming hands of our friend for the first and last time.