That day I went to a couple of friends, Michel and Valérie. We had agreed that Michel would spend the evening taking pictures of me. To join them, I had put on a silk blouse with a wide neckline that gave a glimpse of my small breasts raised by a black vynil waist cincher, a mini thong, and an extra short skirt also in black vynil. I wore a mid-length red-haired wig. It was still daylight in this season, and the little skirt pulled up by the sitting position did not hide much of my privacy.On the road, I was hanging around voluntarily, overtaking the trucks because I thought that the raised position of the drivers could thus allow them to feast at the sight of my largely naked thighs to the limit of the thong. A friend also in transvestite had had the same experience the previous week and had told me about the pleasure she had felt in showing off like this. I must admit that exhibitionism is one of my favorite games. When I am on the move, I cross-dress and walk in light clothes in the hotel room, having left the door wide open. To come back to my truckers, some that evening gave me a few calls of the headlights, but a pity because I could not devote myself to them that evening ... yet they are my favorite encounters.At Michel and Valérie's, we started by having a drink, and I saw a promising little gleam in their eyes. Finally we started taking pictures. Michel machine-gunned and I took the successive poses in which Valerie intervened to correct a movement while taking the opportunity to let his hands hang over me, which was starting to cause problems in my thong. Over the photos, the stripping began. The mini skirt was the first to disappear, then came the turn of the blouse and the waist cincher and finally the thong then freeing my penis which presented a beautiful erection. Naked, with the exception of the stockings and pumps, I complacently offered my "clit" and my buttocks to the photographer's lens who was taking more and more time to take his pictures.We decided on a change of outfit and I went to the bathroom to do it. I came back wearing a black lace mini dress, a garter belt holding silk stockings and a lace micro thong. On my return to the living room, I found Valerie and ...

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