Superman Pose

"I know!" Ruby shouts. "Give me a Superman pose."

Ruby gives me instructions while personally positioning me like some kind of mannequin. It is NOT a complicated pose but she seems to find it necessary to stroke my arms as I place my fists on my bare hips and takes way too much time spreading my legs apart, keeping me as exposed as possible. All this attention she is providing for my thighs is keeping my member firm and my face even redder. My embarrassment acts like a beacon to observers who are passing by in the street.

"Oh my God! Looks like Superman forgot his cape!"

"That's not all he forgot." someone laughed. These are all female voices coming from behind me. I dare not turn around and look at them. These women are getting an undisclosed view of my backside as Ruby lines herself up in front of me as she aims her camera to immortalize my shame.

"That is one lucky Lois Lane." another female called out in not-so-hushed tone.

"I want to go over there with her and get pic myself!"

"Do it, I dare you!" The number of voices seem to be increasing by the moment, making me rethink it might be less embarrassing if Ruby just posted her pictures of me online.

"Alright Ahab," I was so lost in my own thoughts and the voices in crowd, it felt like Ruby was taking an eternity to close the shutter. "Say: up, up, and away!"

CLICK!