It's a beautiful day out; the sun is shining, it's sandals season, and it isn't unbearably humid. You have your camera taking pictures, not really of anything, just the rustic brick-red walls and flowers you pass by as you walk downtown. You point your camera down along the sidewalk to take a picture of the cars in the street when you see her: Lina. She has her phone up and is taking selfies. You stare at her for a few seconds through the lens of your camera before you lower it, taking her beauty in with your own eyes. You decide to cross the street to her and ask if you could take her pictures, a bold move for you.
Once the cars are no longer blocking her body, you can see she's wearing a black skirt that covers just under her ass and a button-up white crop top that is too revealing. You notice she isn't wearing a bra because you can see right through her very thin white top, the very little that it actually covers seeing as her boobs are all out. "Can I take your picture" you ask, raising your camera. "Oh, um, sure," she says a little embarrassed, her face turning a bright pink as she smiles at you, looking you in the eyes.
Her smooth voice instantly makes you feel hotter than you already are. "Awesome!" you say as you brush away the sweat on your forehead, hold the camera up to your face, and begin shooting. She immediately has the biggest smile on her face as she begins posing against the red brick wall behind her that has vines growing around it. With each shutter of your camera, her pose changes. She then grabs her skirt and begins flailing it around as if she were a Spanish dancer. You see her laughing as she is now beginning to bend over in laughter and happiness that you are photographing her. You can see into her shirt, but she doesn't know this because you are looking through the lens of your camera. You get even closer to take pictures from her chest and up, watching her boobs bounce and capturing the hardness of her nipples. You back up now and she accidentally lifts her skirt a little too high, revealing her nude lace panties. In the split second you saw it, you noticed there's a wet spot right where her pussy is, and you take a picture at just the perfect time.
Right away, she lets go of her skirt, patting it down and begins to profusely apologize for 'showing a little too much.'
"Don't worry about it, it's totally fine, I swear," you say, realizing she's embarrassed and trying to make her feel better. She places her hand on your shoulder (you have a sleeveless shirt on) and slowly begins to slide her hand down and says, "are you sure?" You feel something stirring in your pants and you tell her, "yeah, I'm sure" with a smile.