Chapter 3: Meeting Don Parker

Saturday night finally came, and since I'd already "warned" Tad that he was in for a voyeuristic treat at the Parker Residence, we were both looking forward to our evening.

Louise answered the doorbell and immediately wrapped both arms around me with a huge hug. As soon as I was released, Tad got the same treatment. Louise had only met Tad once before -- an afternoon when we'd met for a drink after work -- but the way she behaved, you would have thought they were long-lost friends.

Louise was dressed in a provocative little dress, three inches above the knee and made out of flimsy, flowing material. The arrival of the full-fledged miniskirt was still a couple of fashion seasons away, but by the standards of that particular year, this was a very short skirt. I noticed that Louise had primo legs, and hoped my own wouldn't suffer by comparison.

Louise had barely taken our coats when I noticed Tad looking around the living room, seeking out the promised posted-sized nude photograph of his hostess. It wasn't hard to find. The picture was gorgeous -- black and white, but very sharp and clear despite the fact that the enlargement was at least two feet by three feet. Not much was left to the imagination: It was a reclining nude, with one of Louise's superb legs bent at the knee and pointing upward, the other straight out in front of her. Her very ample hairy black bush was on full display (shaved pussies were extremely rare in those times) and looking provocative indeed.

"Wonderful!" Tad was saying as Don walked into the room for the first time. Louise took care of the introductions. I had met Don briefly once before at the office, but he and Tad had never seen each other before.

"You like the portrait?" Don asked. He'd already heard Tad's initial impression, but wasn't above soliciting a compliment.

"It's remarkable!" Tad said sincerely. "Erotic, beautiful -- priceless! The two of you are going to be so pleased to have something like that, years from now when you're old and gray!"

"Exactly right!" Don said. I had the impression that Tad had ingratiated himself with this show of unqualified admiration for the photograph. "Louise asked me to hide these photographs," he said, "but I wouldn't hear of it. This is our home, and I'm proud of my beautiful wife and her beautiful body! Come on, let me show you the others!"

"Whoops!" Louise murmured so that only I could hear. "I was sort of hoping he'd spare you the gallery tour."

It was true that the hanging portraits in the hallway and in the Parkers' bedroom could have been subtly ignored, and perhaps Tad and I wouldn't have gotten a look at them. But we'd seen Louise already in the altogether in the spectacular over-the-couch portrait, and now Don proudly showed us the others. The hallway picture was somewhat smaller, and in it Louise was lying on her side, away from the camera, with her voluptuous little bottom prominently displayed. There was a hint -- but only a hint -- of her exposed pudendum visible -- again thickly covered with curly black hair. Her hair was tied up off her neck and her entire body -- smallish but looking extraordinarily trim and fit in the stretched-out pose -- was on full display.

"This one is a more artful pose," Tad said, "but it's equally erotic! You're some photographer! And you've got some model!"

Louise blushed slightly, but I could tell she was pleased by Tad's remarks. His unqualified enthusiasm for the "portraits" was obvious, and both Don and Louise were gratified by it. If either of us had reflected the slightest hint of disapproval, I knew that the evening would have been lost.

"Now, as casual visitors, you'd have never seen the one in our bedroom," Don said. "There's really no excuse for me to show it, but, well, I just want to!"

Louise grabbed my arm, there in the hallway, as if to pull me back from following Don and Tad into the bedroom. I guess she knew there was no stopping her husband from showing the picture to Tad, but perhaps she could "save" me.

"It's all right, Louise," I said. "I want to see it, too!"

I must admit, I gasped. The bedroom photograph was three-feet square, mounted above the head of their big bed in a fine-looking, if understated, frame. But the pose! It was what I later learned was known as a "beaver shot" -- a head-on frank photograph of Louise, seated, legs spread wide, knees up, her hairy pussy on blatant display, so large and so clearly shown that one could see her vaginal lips, slightly opened, peeking out from the heavy pelt of curled hair.

Again, the photograph was black and white, and the photography was graceful and first-rate. But the pose! The pose was so exceedingly erotic that I looked to Tad to provide, for both of us, whatever comment there was to be offered.

"Holy shit!" Tad said. "Goddamn! That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen!"

He uttered no compliments, now, for the lighting or the pose. Tad's comment came from the heart -- or perhaps from 18 inches or so lower down.

I was flabbergasted. I guess I've gotta remind you, again, that this was, like, 1963. No internet. No digital cameras. No doubt there were husbands and boyfriends out there somewhere, taking naked pictures of their wives, but not on a scale like we all know today. Polaroid cameras existed, but they were mostly turning out tiny little fuzzy prints that faded away to obscurity in a year or two. If there were better Polaroid cameras, they were prohibitively expensive. These photographs -- these magnificent enlargements -- were the result of a skilled photographer working with a 35 mm. camera and some first-rate equipment suitable for professional quality development and enlargement.

They were labors of love. They were priceless.