Erica Loves It (Part 1) - Sex Stories

Erica Loves It (Part 1)

... knew of a couple of places with nice backgrounds, like statues or fountains so I packed up and drove to each of them for some shots. I took forty or fifty at each place before I finished and packed everything. Still there had to be more. I needed gas so I took pictures there. I even drove through a fast food place and got something to eat and drink. Was I getting bolder or what? A quick stop at the mall was next and more pictures were taken and these had other people in the background. In fact, several had people walking past me as I posed. No one seemed to notice that I wasn't a real female or at least they didn't make any comments or point and laugh. After putting away the tripod I took the camera and went inside the mall walking confidently amongst the general population and even getting some of them to take pictures of me. For the grand finale I went inside one of the larger department stores and did a little shopping. Very little because of financial restraints. I even managed to get some pictures inside of the store. By now I felt no nervousness being in public and that opened all sorts of places and times for me but it was getting late so I headed back home. On my next day off I did the same thing but this time there were people everywhere. This is the day I had an epiphany which opened my world. What difference would it make if someone spotted me since they'd probably never see me again? That very evening I went to a restaurant and ate without being spotted. On the ...

... way home I stopped at a store and interacted with the guy at the cashier's counter and even got him to take a picture of me. I did this same thing on nearly every day off for four months, each time adding more and more to my confidence. My collection of pictures on my computer was getting larger and larger and by now I had gone to dozens of places for them and always in a dress, or at least in a skirt and blouse but always in heels. School and work were going quite well, in fact I was working some overtime but I was always dressed as a guy, which I hated. Bob had come to me for help more and more and then finally got me to help him with an after hours shoot. “Eric,” he'd said one afternoon, “do you think you could work late this Thursday? I have a special shoot and I really need someone to help me so I can get out of here quicker.” “Sure, Bob. I can always stand the overtime,” I replied. “This shoot is for a special project. I don't want you to go telling anyone else about it. Can I trust you to keep it to yourself?” “No problem.” “Good. I can make a lot of money on this one, which I can use, and there'll be a little bonus in it for you if you can remain silent.” “I can.” “Good. Now as soon as we close Thursday get all your paperwork done and make sure the door is locked. If anyone comes up then come and get me.” Bob was really paranoid about anyone finding out what he was up to but my imagination started running wild. Was this something illegal? Drugs? Maybe I should have ...