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This old, grainy photo, taken surreptitiously in the darkness of an urban parking garage with a low-quality camera is a humble little thing that won’t win any awards, though fans of Mrs. Pix may appreciate it.
On the night of this photo, we went to the opera. I was in my tuxedo and Mrs. Pix was nude – oh, plus heels and her Little Black Dress. She felt good … she felt beautiful … it didn’t seem to concern her at all that she was one false move away from indecency. That didn’t really concern me either until it came time to find our seats. We were in the “nosebleed” section, which required finding the proper aisle and then climbing a flight of very steeply-raked stairs to get to our row. And guess what – yep – as she climbed those stairs, the totality of her long legs, the fullness of her ass, and even the lips of her moist pussy were on display … and right in my face as I climbed up behind her. I don’t know who else may have seen – I dared not look left or right – I just kept close behind her to provide her what screen I could and betrayed no notice of any irregularity. I don’t think she even realized what had happened.
When we arrived at the opera at the start of the evening, we parked in the highest, most remote part of the parking structure, anticipating trying for a pic or few at the end of the night. We also took our time leaving the opera house, allowing the bulk of people and cars to clear out before we would reach our car. That largely worked, though we still had to be careful. By the time we reached the top level, she was completely naked … her dress was draped around my neck.
That top level was quiet, so she was comfortable letting me keep the dress as we walked to our car … arm in arm, me in my tuxedo, her starkly naked in the cool, very open air, in plain view of the surrounding high-rises. I’ve been asked in a prior comment whether she and I did the “standing doggy”. The truth is that I don’t remember that detail, though it was very common for us to end romantic dates with her being stripped naked and penetrated against cold metal in the open air. All the other elements were there, so it is highly likely that something of that nature occurred.
What happened next is captured in this last photo of the evening. We settled into the car for the ride home. I was still in my tuxedo, less the jacket, and Mrs. Pix was in the passenger seat beside me, still nude, with the Palmer Girl dress tossed somewhere in the darkness of the back seat, no longer needed. We knew we were the only people at that time heading for the exit, down the long, vertigo-inducing spiral ramp down to street level. As we entered the ramp, I was hit with one last inspiration and stopped, put the car in “park” and set the parking brake. She looked puzzled, but I pointed to the sign crudely stenciled on the wall and she understood. We both quickly hopped out of the car for one last, brief, mischievous act to seal the evening. Who would guess from this picture that this woman was at that moment in the heart of downtown, having just spent the evening at the city opera?