For Lucy

Lucy cursed. The dress was not working, the low back exposed the tan line. Sighing Lucy unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor. Pulling out her second choice, a blouse and skirt combo Lucy slipped them on.
Smoothing the skirt down over her hips, it wasn't as tight fitting as her favorite but it would still work. Of course wearing stockings and garter belt certainly helped her feel better. Stockings always made her feel better. Twisting around to try and see what the mirror showed she smiled. She was pleased with the effect.
A cocktail party at an art gallery was not a common occurrence for Lucy so she wanted to look her best. The invitation had been unexpected, she did not know the artist but having checked online the work was interesting. The title of the exhibition intrigued her 'Over exposed', the few shots on the web site showed women exposing themselves in unusual settings.
Why she had been invited was a question that perplexed Lucy, while she had visited the art gallery a couple of times just in passing she had never bought anything. She had admired some of the work and vaguely remember filling in a guest book and giving an email address.
Lucy would not admit to anyone that the idea of exposing herself was exciting to her. It was one of her deep dark secrets. She had been tempted to experiment when out of town but had never had the courage to actually go through with it. Lucy also had another deep dark secret, one that nobody knew about other than herself. She had found a way of exploring the feelings. Now seeing these photo's showing women doing what she had not dared to do had triggered those feelings.
Slipping on her coat Lucy walked out to the car, a soft smile on her face. As she drove, Lucy wondered what hubby would say if he could see her now. He had not been interested in the exhibition, in fact he had happily agreed to take the kids to the movies and a meal afterward. This would give Lucy a good three hours of 'freedom' to be a woman instead of a wife and mother. Not something that happened that often.
Parking, Lucy walked the couple of blocks to the art gallery. Its bright lights spilling out onto the darkness of the street. Lucy pulled out the engraved invite as she approached the door. Handing it to the smiling doorman before being invited in. Lucy wondered through the crowded room, glancing at the large images that hung on the wall, it showed a group outside a church. The congregation was obviously just leaving. The preacher shaking hands. It was only when you looked closer did you see that the woman just leaving the church as naked. The next showed a crowded cafe, again it took a second look to see the naked woman sitting at one of the tables.
It took Lucy a moment to realize what was odd about the photo's. It was the lack of reaction from those around the naked women. The church goers were just church goers, there was no shock on their faces at a naked woman walking out of the church. The cafe patrons were just that, sitting drinking their coffees or chatting. It was as if the naked woman was not even there.
Lucy wondered through the exhibition. Office, park, bus all were the same. Lucy studied them closely, none of the people appeared twice, none of the naked women appeared in more than one photo. She could not see any evidence of photoshoping the women in. It was as if it was perfectly normal for naked women to appear.
“Lucy isn't it?” the voice spoke softly.
Lucy turned to the speaker. “Yes, yes it is.”
The man smiled. “Oh good, could you follow me please.”
Lucy frowned. “Why what is wrong, I was sent an invitation.”
“Oh nothing is wrong, you are a special guest of the artist and he has asked that you be given a private showing not available to everyone yet.”
“Oh, I don't know the artist, why would he invite me?”
“I really don't know, it was a special request by him. Now if you will follow me.”
Giving the picture one last look, Lucy turned and followed the man through the crowded gallery.
He stopped in front of a door and pulled a key from his pocket. Unlocking the door he stood aside.
“If you will enter and close the door behind you.”
Uncertainty made Lucy hesitate before opening the door. Why would the artist want to give her, just a housewife and mother, a private showing? Taking a deep breath Lucy stepped into the room closing the door behind her as instructed.
The room was devoid of furniture, the white tiled floor and white walls stood in stark contrast to the black screens of the LCD displays. Lucy counted 10 of them spaced evenly around the room. Looking around Lucy could not understand why she had been brought here.
At first Lucy did not notice the lights dimming, it was not until the first screen flickered into life that the changes in the room made any impression. Then Lucy gasped.
“Oh God.” the image on the first screen registered. This was not any work of the artist whoever that may be. This was an amateur is picture in comparison to those displayed outside. The image was of a woman laying face down on a bed, all that was visible of the body was from the lower back to the knees. There were sharp tan lines clearly visible.
The second screen came to life, another shot only closer in. Again the tan lines stood out in stark contrast to the darker flesh. Then another screen, this time standing back to camera. So it went on image after image of tan lines against skin. Lucy turned slowly as each screen came to life. She did not need to study them closely, she knew the subject, she knew the artist. Both were her.
Her secret was out, her fascination with posting images of herself online had caught up with her. She had been careful to hide it from her husband. Had been careful to keep her online experiments separate from her life as wife and mother.
“Interesting work don't you think?”
Lucy spun around towards the sound. A man stood at the door, having entered unnoticed as she had taken in the images of herself displayed around the room.
“Why?” it was the only question that came to mind.
“Why? Oh any number of reasons really.” He walked to the first screen. “The subject is beautiful, the tan lines provide a contrast that intrigued me. The lighting caught my eye.”
“But truthfully, the reason is simple, I found you.”
“How?”
“Well I think it was a mistake on your part, not a big one normally but when you visited the gallery you used the same email address as you did on the site.”
Lucy remembered, she had not wanted the gallery sending her junk mail so had used her throwaway address. Now she realized her mistake.
“But why?”
“Ah now you see this is were things get interesting. I am sure you have seen the photos on display in the exhibition?”
“Yes.” Lucy was keeping her answers short.
“Well, I am doing a shoot in the gallery. Kind of pictures within pictures theme.”
“What has that to do with me?”
“Oh that is easy, you are the subject.”
Gasping aloud, Lucy started walking towards the door.
“Of course I could always publish these, his arm swept around the room, or just mail them to your husband.”
Lucy stopped, “You wouldn't?”
“Why wouldn't I? I have nothing to lose.” The truth of his statement struck Lucy hard. She could not afford for her husband to find out her secret. Could not risk having her life disrupted by her own weakness.
“What am I suppose to do?” Lucy voice was almost a whisper, her heart beating fast. She could not see a way out of the situation.
“That is the easy part, you are simply to follow instructions.”
“When you are told to remove an item of clothing you will do so.”
“I can't do that, I just can't.”
“Of course you can, think of it as a set for your online teasing.”
Oh god Lucy's mind was racing, trying desperately to find a way out. Unfortunately her body was reacting in a different way. Already her nipples had hardened.
He noticed and smiled. “Oh I think you will do it and I have the feeling you will enjoy it.”
Lucy sighed and moved towards the door. Before she reached it he spoke one last time.
“Give me you coat.” Lucy hesitated before letting the coat slide from her shoulder and handing it to him.
He nodded his head slowly. “Remember if you refuse at any point the pictures and a link to your thread will be in your husbands email box before you get home.”
Lucy shuddered.
Stepping out into the main gallery once more Lucy wondered if she could simply keep out of the main area. She was sure the cameras would be hidden in that area. Before she could move into one of the alcoves the man that had escorted her to the private room came over smiling his sweet sickly smile.
Lucy viewed everyone differently now, now they were the ones who were going to expose her to the camera. They were the ones who were going to see her naked. She shuddered in shame, she trembled in excitement.
As the man reached her, he leaned forward ans whispered in her ear. “Blouse.” Lucy did not move.
“Now.” the word was a command.
Quickly Lucy started unbuttoning her blouse, waiting for those within line of sight to start staring. They didn't pay any attention. Or at least they did not appear to pay any attention.
Pulling the blouse off Lucy handed it to the man. He bowed and moved away, leaving Lucy to stand in skirt and bra. Gulping air into her lungs Lucy stepped away from the door before her nerves took her running into the private room.
She quickly moved to stand in front of one of the images. Looking at the image of a woman standing at a bus stop with a crowd of unconcerned people. Lucy wondered if she had been forced to expose herself, wondered if the ordinary looking woman standing naked in a mixed group of people had felt the shame that Lucy was feeling.
“Skirt please.” this time it was a female voice, Lucy was surprised for some reason, she had expected all the demands to come from the males in the room.
Closing her eyes, Lucy unzipped the skirt letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it. Now she felt even more shame, her garter belt and stockings were exposed. More importantly to Lucy her undergarments did not match her tan lines. Her face reddened in embarrassment, her nipples stiffened even more. Lucy was about to cross her arms to hide the excitement she was feeling.
“Don't.” it was a single word but enough to stop her action.
Lucy moved to another image, this one was a train station, full of commuters all except the woman sitting on a bench totally naked. What was her mistake? Lucy wondered.
'Bra please.” at least this one was polite. Why that mattered to Lucy she did not know but it did. She handed the requested item to the man without attempting to conceal her breasts. The will power needed for that simple act had been immense. Then it happened, the fact it was a woman did not make it easy.
“Your panties please.” her voice was soft, almost sensual.
Lucy stepped out of them without having to undo any garter straps. While outside of the panties may look good in photos it was not practical for every day. Lucy blushed a deeper red as the woman took the panties and before turning away raised them to her face and sniffed. Lucy knew the scent of her own excitement was soaked into the material.
Now all she wore was garter belt, stockings and shoes. Would she have to remove those as well, her excitement mounted as she tried to hide her embarrassment. The wetness between her legs increased as she saw both men and women give her quick glances. She was ashamed of her excitement but that only increased the feelings.
She was ashamed at her need for this, ashamed at being discovered online, ashamed of the growing excitement. Most of all she was ashamed of her desire to touch herself as these people pretended to ignore he nakedness.
Lucy realized what the situation reminded her of, her teenage dreams of being naked at school. Those dreams in which she was the only one who was naked in class. The dreams that had her waking up in a sweat and close to orgasm.
Now was the same. Now she was the only one who was naked, now she could feel the juices running down her leg. Now she could experience the urge to bring herself to orgasm as she stood in this crowd of strangers. It was another 30 minutes before the man came up to her again.
“Your clothes are in the private room. You may get dressed now.”
Lucy hurriedly crossed the gallery, opening the door to the room it had all started in. Her clothes were neatly folded on a table that had been brought in at some point. She stood looking at them for a moment, then without any preamble she started masturbating. Thrusting a finger deep into her pussy with a vigor that had been missing for some time. Soon she was kneeling on the hard tiles, her legs spread apart as she drove her hand into her body. Her thumb slammed against her clit with each thrust.
Her mind was blank, she did not care if anyone was watching or taking pictures. She did not care that she had been forced into the situation through blackmail or that she had been caught in her online life. All that mattered was that she was as turned on as she had expected. She was soaking wet simply from showing off her body. Posting online had never brought about this much excitement.
Soon her mind did not care about anything other than climaxing, her fingers flew over her clit as she cried out. Her body arched backwards as her climax hit her. She screamed in excitement as her orgasm reached a new peak.
Finally Lucy was able to stand her fingers soaked with her own juices. She wiped them on the stockings she still wore. Dressing Lucy discovered her panties were missing. She wondered if the woman still had them. She smiled at the thought.
As she slipped on her coat, Lucy felt her pussy spasm in a post orgasmic judder. A groan escaped her lips. God she was going to rape her husband when she got home.
Walking with head held high Lucy walked through the gallery once more. She had almost reached the door when she noticed an additional picture, one that had not been there when she had entered. It was her standing with a group of people. Naked except the garter belt and stocking. Her tan lines clearly visible.
She smiled as the man at the door held it open for her. As she stepped out he handed her a DVD case.
“A memento of your evening.” he smiled. Lucy grinned maybe she would have more to post online.