Photo 'n Bombed

Moving about before them, I find myself rather enjoying the exposure my nakedness was getting on the flight. And thankfully, I can still perform my job, and with that, notice his amusement watching me in turn.

Moving about, a wild combination of dancing, bouncing and stretching, I soon find myself still being surprised. I manage not to gasp or freeze in place, staying relaxed outwardly, even as I felt a hand wrapping around my waist. I do glance over in time to see the same steward who spoke with me earlier.

She smiles my way, to which I manage to smirk back, and just in time to catch sight of a camera in her left hand, held boldly before us. Quickly changing course, I manage to relax against her, and yet only barely posing in time for the shot.

Giggling, the steward moves about between photos, taking several shots of us together. I soon notice some of them are a bit more rigué than one would expect, though just now I find myself rather carried away, enjoying it and not daring to say anything, lest I wreck the moment.

I was so involved with taking part that only after about a dozen photos do I realise she's doing more than simply taking advantage of the situation for herself; She's turning my nudity into an impromptu in-flight entertainment for everyone in the cabin.

No, the phone plane, and likely more besides; One of her fellow sewards has a camera in hand, and is actively live-streaming the whole thing to an unknown number of viewers.

I gasp aloud, my mind quickly being brought back to her antics, as she grips me tightly around the waist. I smile, and just in time for a second steward to give me bunny ears, the pair poses with me for another shot for those before us and those being streamed to.

The pair swiftly give their thanks before heading off, as if on a timer. But before I can react to them stepping away, another steward moves to take their place, greeting me with a smile.

Without a pause, I felt the new steward grab my wrists and hold them upward. Still smiling, I find myself willfully playing along, enjoying every moment of the exposure. A glance over at Tori and her boss made it clear they are also enjoying watching.

With a smirk, I willfully play along, submitting to their playful antics. I lose track of time, along with how many times they change hands. Until, of course, the first stewardess returns, "Ok, time to feed them... I mean, meals for them to eat. That's not to disparage all of ... this.... we all need to eat."

I giggle back, quickly make the selection, and find a portable table being made available for me. 'It doesn't hide any of my nakedness either... huh'. I find myself smiling back, nodding my thanks, and find myself enjoying my continued exposure, even as I'm made to eat standing up.

It goes by quickly, and I noie with wry amusement how I'm still a focal point for their attentions, even as they eat. Not long after we are done, the man I'm supposed to keep observing walks up, and whispers, "Time for a bathroom, trip... would I be right to believe you'd be required to follow along for that to...?