My niece, Cami-short for Cameron, her mom, my sister in law, is a huge fan of Cameron Diaz-had graduated the community college in her town in New Jersey, and was now looking at completing a four year degree at a college in my area, halfway across the country. I told my brother she was welcome to stay with me until she got settled into the new school, and was able to line up an apartment, or a dorm room. She was even welcome to stay with me the entire two years she had remaining if she wanted. It turned out that it was going to be a two for one deal, as her best friend, Katherine Michelle, also called Kami-but with a K, in line with her initials-was going to attend the same school here in town. I'd met Kami a number of times over the years, and found her to be an engaging, smart, well spoken young lady. She'd become friends with my niece in Kindergarten, and the two had been largely inseparable since they were five. I welcomed Kami with open arms, inviting her to stay with me as long as she needed, same as with my niece.
We made the arrangements; Cami and Kami were to arrive in early August, in time to get moved in, such as it was, and be ready for orientation. I had not seen Kami in several years, since I don't get back east all that often, and, despite the fact that she and my niece are often together, the timing always seemed to be off, and I'd miss her, or see her for only ten minutes as the girls were on their way somewhere. The day they arrived, in tandem, as each had driven her own car from Jersey, I was pleasantly surprised to see that Kami had become a lovely young woman. She pulled up in the driveway right behind my niece. Cami got out and hugged me, Kami waiting for Cami and I to release a long hug, as we had not seen each other in about three years.
I turned to Kami, to see she was still the tall, slender girl I recalled, 5' 9", long dark red hair down to her waist, long legs. She was wearing running shorts and a tank top, nothing new. She'd always dressed casual in the summer, something that had not gone unnoticed during my last visit, though she was then 17 and off limits. She also gave me a long hug, and I felt her small but soft breasts press into me. Was she braless under her top?? Kami is not well endowed by any means, perhaps an A cup. Still, the closeness was welcome, and I felt my cock twitch at the prospect that I might be a little closer to her sweet titties than I had expected.
I helped the girls get their stuff moved into the house. I live alone in a four bedroom house, so I offered them the option of rooming together, or each having her own room, which was what they selected. Once we got everything more or less settled, we went to dinner at a local Mexican place I have enjoyed for years. The girls, who didn't get a lot of Mexican food up in the northeast, were pleasantly surprised at how good the food was, and the restaurant soon became a favorite. We spent most of dinner catching up, the girls updating me on their school programs. The discussion carried on into a visit to a local ice cream place for dessert, and on home. Finally, the girls, tired after a three day trip here from Jersey, bid me good night, and headed to their respective rooms. I was pretty beat as well, and went to bed shortly, after checking up on some emails.
The next day was spent going to the college to get their registrations completed, and getting schedules, and more unpacking at home. Dinner was hamburgers on the grill, along with corn on the cob, also grilled, and potato salad, a simple but tasty meal. Later on, the girls went to bed, but I stayed up-I've always been something of a night person-working on a couple of projects I'm doing for a publisher, ironically, not far from the girls' homes in the northeast. I have a light table with a computer set up on it, since most of what I do is photography from years ago, and is largely Kodachrome slides. The table is high, almost four feet above the floor, and I have a bar stool set up to work there.
I was late-probably around 1 AM, when I heard some stirring in the house. I had my office door open, and could hear someone walking in the hall. It at first gave me a start, since I'm not used to having anyone with me overnight that I'm not already in bed with, and then I realized, oh, yeah, I have guests. I turned to see Kami enter my office. I was very pleasantly surprised to see her in a thin camisole(Kami in a cami!!) which she poked through rather provocatively, her puffy nipples swelling under the fabric, but more surprised to see that below her cami, she was wearing only a pair of plain white panties. They were a little small, and I could see some stray pubic hair escaping the leg bands. This answered a question I had been wondering about for a while-did the carpet match the red haired drapes??-and I was pleased to see that it did indeed.
Kami walked up behind me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hi, Tom, whatcha doin'??" She noticed the photos I had up on the screen, as I was selecting from a page of thumbnails.
"Working on a book project. Ironically, for a publisher in Pennsylvania, not far from where you live."
"Wow, cool!!" said Kami. "Trains??"
"Yep," I replied. "You've seen some of my work before, haven't you??"
I've been a railroad enthusiast-also known as a railfan, or, more pejoratively, a "foamer," since we fans supposedly foam at the mouth when we see a train-since about the time I was able to walk. In my teens, I took up photography, mostly as a way to record what I was seeing out on the line, and have photos going back to the late 1970's. I contribute to several historical society calendars, and have had photos published in several magazines and books. Most of my family thinks my hobby is a little odd, but they shut up, mostly, now that they've seen my work published in a variety of places.
"Yes, Cami has shown me some of the calendar shots, and I think her dad has a couple of the books your photos are in. I didn't realize you had so many." She looked over the page on the computer, and I selected some shots I was considering. I tend toward trains out on the road, in their environment, often in scenic locations. This was not lost on Kami.
"Some of these are really pretty. No wonder you're getting some attention for them." She laid her head on my shoulder as we looked, and I made notes to dig out the actual slides that the photos on the screen were scanned from. I'll send the slides to the publisher, since he has much better quality scanners than I have.
"Yeah, it only took me 40 years to get here. At least now I feel like I didn't waste all that time chasing and riding back in my youth, when I was your age." Kami laughed at that comment.
"I think it's great," she said, looking at the slide show on the computer, as photos from the 1980's northeast rolled on. "No wonder they want your stuff for a book."
