Wednesday, 28 December 2011

In and out of a red Eros thong

I was on holiday in Tenerife - with a friend. We had a nice apartment with a big sunny terrace - perfect for tanning in winter sunshine.  I was wearing my red Eros thong which fits like a glove. He had his camera out, and said 'Chris - will you pose for me?'

I never say no to invitations like that, and my bulge firmed up nicely.
As expected, after a few shots came the request -
'Well? Are you going to take it off?'
'Of course'
But I wanted to tease him a little first!
I unclipped one side and showed more skin - then let the clip drop, hoping that the pouch would hold - at least long enough for a photo. It did - just.

Then I exposed myself as slowly as possible, but of course after a few moments the unfastened swim slip just fell away and I was left somewhat exposed...

He suggested that I might prefer to lie on the sunbed -

I settled down on the bed and showed him a nice expanse of bare thigh, right up to my waist, but with my private bits partially covered.
"OK - so let's see a bit more"
I tucked the thong away so that my penis was fully exposed, and turned a little to give the camera a better view.  

"Chris, that's lovely, but the  thong is a bit of a distraction, isn't it - can we have you completely naked?  Let's turn you a bit more and really show your admirers what you've got"

Which I did, and here is the photo:

Finally, I decided to stand up and show myself a bit - no point in being naked if no-one can see me!

"That's nice, Chris - the winter sun has given you a lovely tan - and no lines in sight!  And did I tell you how good you look naked - especially when you're like that!"
I hope you don't mind ...

Wednesday, 24 August 2011


I’m in the garden, stripping from fully dressed to nothing at all.

Stripped to my Ergowear briefs...

and then nothing at all ...

Here I am - naked and just a bit aroused - I didn't think you would mind.  A bit closer?  Yes of course - I'm not shy.

There were, of course, more photos, but I'm afraid not really suitable for my public blog. 
I leave you to imagine why ...

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Naked on the open beach

I love being photographed out on the open beach. Nudity in the privacy of the dunes is one thing, but displaying one's body down at the water's edge where there is nowhere to hide, nothing to cover up with - clearly visible by clothed people a hundred yards further down the beach - that's something different. Beginners are, and look, uncomfortable when they expose everything to the camera, but an experienced nudist cares not who might see him and even less whether he is aroused.   Look at my pics and decide which I am! (Click on images to see full size)

This decaying post, sticking up out of the sand like an erect penis, makes a good prop for a holiday snapshot!

Visitors to this blog often ask - On the open beach where everyone can see me, do I get properly erect - and if I do, do I cover up? 
Of course I do - and no I don't - people see me the way I am! 
If you'd like to see me naked and fully aroused on the open beach, my private blog reveals all!

Sunday, 13 March 2011

In and out of grey silk

I'm not really a cross-dresser, and I certainly have no desire to pass as female. But - and it's a very big but, I love to wear slinky silk clothes - specially this silver-grey satin silk night-dress. Sometimes I sleep in it, but more often I put it on when I'm entertaining a friend....
Not so much clothing as window-dressing... 

Just a hint of turquoise ....

Just for this shoot I'm wearing panties...

Which are skin-tight and show my bulge nicely..

Finally, stripped to just the panties...

Which feel lovely, but I'm still overdressed ....

and finally, showing off my full body shave and my steel ring, I'm naked. - 

One of my friends asked if they could see me in the nightie but without the turquoise panties.  Here I am with enough peeking to show that they are off:

and finally the shot they wanted - full length and showing everything!

There are more, but a bit too saucy for this public blog.  Friends can see the rest in my private blog!

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Beach candids

I was at the beach with friends, but it was late afternoon and my friends had gone - leaving me lying there.  I was tired. I dropped off.

A while later I started to drift back towards consciousness. 
But then, suddenly, I became aware that I wasn't alone.  I felt myself getting a bit aroused -

and then a bit more - 

I lifted my head and saw this man sitting on the sand - not more than ten feet away, dressed just as I was, and holding a camera. 

Rather surprised (to say the least), I sat up.  Saw that he looked rather nice with a slim figure and fair hair.  I suppose about 40.
He said 'Hello, I hope you don't mind me sitting here. You looked so nice asleep in the sun I just couldn't resist joining you'. 
'That's alright - but were you taking pictures of me?'
'Yes - one or two - I hope you don't mind. I didn't want to wake you'
I smiled and said 'No I don't mind, so long as you send me the photos'
'I'll do that - give me you email address and I'll send them all - promise. By the way I'm Steve.'

So I posed for him on the bare sand - a wide-open, show everything pose ...

"That's nice - that's very nice - promising to be even nicer ....."

The rest of the photos are posted in my private blog.


Monday, 28 February 2011

Playing a female part

I was sixteen. I'd played female parts in plays before, mostly Shakespearean comedies, and always wearing long heavy dresses that were anything but sexy. That changed when I was invited to take the part of Joanna (a young seductress) in the  Noel Coward play 'Present Laughter'.  That was my first experience of wearing really sexy clothes and I had to learn everything about being a young woman - how to dress, to walk, to dance and of course - how to kiss a man. There were several costume changes, but the one I liked best was a black party dress - very low cut neckline with spaghetti straps, the slim waistline and fringed skirt typical of the 'flapper' style. I remember one of the masters' wives took me in hand and taught me how to behave as a flirtatious young woman. I remember her telling me that the fringed skirt was an opportunity to show my legs - right to the top - and that men would watch to get a glimpse of stocking tops or even better - panties. She had some dicussion with the producer as to what undies I should wear. She gave me a black bra that had belonged to her daughter as a teenager, which with a bit of padding gave me the boyish figure the girls went for in the 1920s. The producer wanted black French knickers with black stockings, but while she agreed with the stockings she thought I needed something much sexier and produced a tiny black silk thong with frills down the cleft-line. I thought it incredibly sexy and was really embarrassed when she had me try it on in front of her. It looked - well - delicious!
She told me that I should learn to twirl so that onlookers not only got a flash of bare thighs but a flash of suspenders and bare bottom as well. She told me that the thong had an added advantage - the very tightly fitting front would stop my erection from showing - essential if I was to pass as a young woman!
She taught me how to twirl so as to give a flash of legs right up to the crotch. I found walking in high heels very difficult at first, but with her expert tuition I soon got the hang of it and was amazed at what heels did to my legs. Dancing the Charleston was much more difficult, and there were endless training sessions. What I'm coming to was the first night - when I dressed and they put my gamin-cut blonde wig on and made up my face - I looked in the mirror - wow! At that age I made a very convincing girl!
I shall never forget walking onto the stage for the first time in that dress, looking and feeling like a million dollars. I really felt like a deliciously sexy young woman, and my first thigh-and-bottom-revealing twirl drew a round of applause. Fortunately my female mentor knew exactly what would happen and had made sure that my cock was well packed away in the thong - otherwise that skin-tight dress would have given the game away.
In that outfit I felt utterly fantastic and really felt like a young girl in a dress that had a but a single purpose - to seduce a young man. When we got to the end of the dance he had to kiss me and I shall never forget that kiss - held tight in his arms and given a long open-mouth kiss that rather shocked me. He told me afterwards that he thought I looked so sexy in that short dress he just couldn't resist it. I didn't tell him that being taken in his arms and kissed like that had done something rather special to me too!  On the second night he was the one to get a surprise - when he kissed me I gave him my tongue and kissed him back.
Had the opportunity existed I would have worn the dress in public and definitely would have been hooked on dressing, but this was a boys school in the 1960s and the dress went back to the theatrical costumier. The thong - that went back to my mentor. She asked if I'd enjoyed wearing it and I had to admit that I had. In character I wanted to be a real vamp so the sexier I looked and acted, the better the character was portrayed. Wearing a girl's thong with little black ruffles coming out of my cleft - something I'd never seen before- just wearing it made me feel so sexy. Off stage I got a lot of comments as you can imagine, and we had to go to the parents' coffee gathering afterwards still in costume. To my surprise my mother thought I looked wonderful and said I looked just like she had at that age! My father looked at me rather differently and said very little but I guessed what he was thinking. I tried to stay in character meeting other parents and one mother said that she was a bit surprised that the producer had used a real girl, not a boy in costume - but that I was very pretty and of course danced the Charleston far better than a boy could have done!
I thought that a real compliment and really made me realise that I could pass as a girl in real life. After one of the public performances I had my bottom groped by a rather nice looking man, but the pleasure was limited because he thought he'd done it to a sexy girl rather than the real me - if he'd been a bit more adventurous he'd have felt the difference! 

Monday, 10 January 2011

After a day in the sun...

A couple of years ago I was on holiday in Madeira. The weather was warm and I'd been in the sun all day. I was sitting on my terrace wearing a white bathrobe and my companion took this photo. It was posted on Flickr, and lots of people wrote saying how much they liked it. Most of them also wanted to know what, if anything, I had been wearing under the robe.  Last November I stayed in the same room in the same hotel, and had an opportunity to complete the set. Oh - and the answer, as you might expect, was 'nothing whatever'.

The original photo
Now the new photos, and be warned, I end up completely naked and somewhat aroused...

I did warn you - but then, if you've got this far you may enjoy seeing me get a bit aroused ....