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 A New Horizon Part 1

   It always amazes me.  How we learn things about ourselves.  I wonder if
some of us never find out all there is to know about themselves.  I wonder
if I know.  Last year at this time I would have told you I knew myself but
I would have been wrong.



   Last year I was the typical stay at home mom.  I was content.  The kids
were in High School.  My husband was predictable.  He is a kind and loving
man but no one would use words like original or inventive or flamboyant
when describing him.  Boring, maybe but I was happy and content.  We have
lots of money thanks to his work ethic and my management skills.  I haven't
worked in over 17 years, the age of our oldest child.  I like to shop and
enjoy exercising.  I can still wear the cloths I had in College.  I spend
an hour putting on makeup that looks like I am not wearing any makeup.  I
hate to be the center of attention and I have never owned a two-piece
bathing suit in my life.  I am about 5 foot 3 inches tall with auburn hair
and hazel eyes.  I weigh about 125 lbs.  I wear a size 4 Dress and a 36 B
cup bra.  Basically there are thousands of me, just average.  Or at least I
always strived to be just average.

   Sex for my husband and I was always predictable which is fine for me. 
It was always Friday night, after our date, and again on Wednesday,
Missionary style in the dark.  We hadn't tried anything new since the kids
came.

   My saga of self-discovery started last year 6 weeks before my husband's
birthday.  I was shopping for him and just couldn't find anything I liked
or he needed.  On a whim I stopped at a Mall outlet called Glamour Shots. I
know you have all seen them.  I was thinking a nice set of portraits for
him would be a nice gift.  Of course I would never pose for anything that
the kids couldn't see or he couldn't put on his desk at work.  I discussed
the process with a consultant and met one of the photographers and finally
decided to try it.  I made an appointment for the next day around 2 in the
afternoon.  And went on about my day.  The only strange thing about the
whole process was the consultant recommended that I not wear any tight or
constricting cloths or undergarments so as to not leave marks on my skin
that would show up.  As I left the store I realized I would have to go
Braless that next day.  It may not seem like much to you but with the
exception of bedtime and swimming I hadn't been braless at all since I was
13 years old.  It just wasn't done.  I found the idea somewhat disturbing.

   The following day I got the kids off to school and My husband off to
work and tidied up the dishes.  I was still wearing my flannel nightie and
a big soft robe.  I went and took my morning shower and laid out some
cloths.  I wore my normal panties.  I was sure they would want to take
pictures anywhere close to them.  I chose a loose pair of slacks and then
started to look for something to wear braless.  I finally decided on a lace
camisole that I then covered with a button front or tie top that matched
the slacks.  After dressing and putting on my makeup, I took a careful look
at myself in the full-length mirror.  I decided I was being silly I had
worn the same outfit a hundred times with a bra and no one would be able to
tell the difference.  Still as I walked my nipples tended to brush the lace
and I found it, well, irritating in a nice way.

   I arrived for my appointment and was asked to pick out several outfits.
Mostly jewelry and tops and other accessories like scarves and hats.  I was
then led to a chair where a nice young lady fashioned my hair and put on
new makeup.  It was very dramatic.  Much, more than I would ever wear in
public but it was fun.  It was kind of like playing dress up when you were
a kid.  I was shown a small dressing room and in the room were the outfits
I had chosen.  Most were fairly average like I always was.  After looking
at myself.  I decided to ask the consultant what she thought.  She helped
me pick out a few things that were a little flashier but still in good
taste.  I then went to the photographer.  His name was Anthony.  He was a
pleasant young man and very professional.  He happened to be black and that
was ok with me.  I changed and he posed me and the consultant stayed in the
room at all times.  They were all very professional.

   When I was done I put my top back on with the camisole and tied it
loosely at the bottom.  I went to inquire when I could see the proofs.  The
consultant asked me to come back in an hour.  As I was leaving the shop,
Anthony said it had been nice working with me and complimented me on how
wonderful I looked.  I enjoyed the attention.  It was just enough and not
too much for my average normal self.  He also gave me a business card.  It
was for his photography business.  He told me he did senior portraits as
well as weddings and outdoor events.  Basically he ran a full service photo
business.  Doing all the things that a Mall outlet couldn't do.

   I decided to shop a bit and started to wander the mall.  After several
minutes I became aware of an uneasy feeling.  Like I was being watched.  I
kept my eyes open and finally I caught several men looking me over.  For
most women this isn't unusual but I am so incredibly average no one ever
checks me out.  I even caught one guy following me and slyly watching me. I
went past one of the Mall Columns.  You know the ones.  They are all
covered in mirrors to hide the structural beams.  I caught a glimpse of
this beautiful woman as I walked by and realized it was me.  I back tracked
and looked at myself.  I was gorgeous.  I fluffed my hair and did a little
inspection of all of me.

   It was then I noticed what the men must have been staring at.  My cover
top had come untied and gaped open.  The thin lace camisole under the mall
lights was practically transparent.  My blush nipples were engorged from
being rubbed by my movement under my camisole and they were plainly
visible. They were so visible that you could almost see the color.  I
flushed hot in the face from humiliation and as I did so something strange
happened.  My nipples got even harder and more pronounced.  I quickly
pulled the cover top closed and walked away.

   I could hardly believe it.  I had gone from never being braless to
practically exposing myself in public.  It was just such a bad thing to do.
If that was true then why was I feeling all tingly and hot?  I was turned
on by the display.  The realization took hold of me and I blushed again.

   I found myself back in front of the Glamour shots store.  I walked in
and found my consultant.  She laid out my pictures and I was astounded.  I
wasn't looking at a middle-aged average plain cookie cutter Mom.  I was
looking at a auburn haired babe.  I was hot.  The flashy gold sequined top
and the leather vest I had chosen covered all the essential but a few of
them showed some cleavage the rest made me look like a fashion model.  I
was actually proud of how well I had taken care of myself.  I purchased a
set and they promised delivery.

   As I got home, a decided to wash off the makeup and brush out my hair. I
hated to but if I had left it in I am sure the kids would have noticed even
if their father didn't.  I did something I haven't since junior high
school. As I was taking a bath my mind wandered to the men watching me and
I found my fingers rhythmically touching my pussy.  I was masturbating.  I
put one hand on the shower top rail as I rocked through one of the most
intense orgasms I had in years.  I quickly got dressed and started dinner.

   That evening I had sex with my husband.  It was sweet and very
fulfilling.  If he was surprised about it being a Monday he didn't say
anything.  The next morning he was chipper and in good spirits.  My life
returned to almost normal for the next few weeks.  I received the pictures
and I loved them.  The memories of the day in the mall came flooding back.

   In the package was a brochure from Anthony's Photography business.  It
was well done and had many very high quality samples in it.  On the last
page were pictures called Intimate Boudoir.  I blushed a little but really
they didn't show all that much more than my Glamour Shots.  I day dreamed
about posing in a naughty outfit but just giggled and put it out of my
head. On my Husband's birthday I presented him with the pictures.  He had a
nice wall portrait and a smaller framed one for his office desk.  He was
very pleased and asked all kinds of questions about the pictures.  We
discussed them later in bed before we did our Friday night love session. 
He told me how beautiful I was and teased me about the Photographer seeing
more of me than he did.  I didn't dare tell him about me flashing the
entire Mall the day of the Pictures.  We did something new for us that
night.  We made love with the bedside table light on so my husband could
look at me.  It was very invigorating.  I had a great Orgasm and so did he.
In the afterglow as he was falling asleep I asked him if he really liked
the pictures.  He replied and let something slip I don't think he knew he
said.  It was he wished they showed more of my body.  I kept quiet and fell
into a wonderful full sleep.

   I caught him looking at my pictures several times that week and even
heard him Masturbating in the bathroom.  My envelope of proofs was in there
with him.  I was both disturbed and in a way, proud.  The thought of a man
jacking off to pictures of me was disgusting but it was also a compliment.
I was glad that it was me and not one of his Playboys he kept hidden in the
garage.

   The following week the same idea kept popping into my head.  I was
thinking about going down to the photo place and having Anthony take some
Intimate Boudoir style pictures.  At the end of the week I finally got the
courage up to ask my husband.  He looked at the brochure and a look of
total rapture came over his face.  He asked me all kinds of questions.  How
would I dress?  Would I show any good parts.  Was the photographer male? 
Would he see me naked?  I was concerned that my husband was getting jealous
so I told him not to worry I wouldn't do it.  He said.  "Nonsense.  I am
sure the photographer is a professional and it wouldn't be any different
than a Doctor seeing me.  He would enjoy the pictures very much." We again
made love with the lights on.  He was up on his haunches and looking at me
in my thin nightie.  He did something quite unexpected.  He reached up and
ripped it open to the waist.  He was rough.  I started to Cum instantly. 
After he was finished he apologized.  I told him not to.  I rather liked it
and it was an old nightie after all.  We slept in each other's arms
peacefully all night.