The move to our new house was virtually complete. We'd moved in almost 4 weeks ago and the last of the boxes had been sorted. Laura had just left to go shopping and left me the task of putting a few small boxes of old photographs away in the attic. I sat on the edge of the bed in the spare room, the boxes at my feet. Temptation overtook me and I opened the nearest box taking the top album out and opening it on my lap. A feeling of nostalgia filled my body as I leafed through the pages. Laura's 35th birthday, almost 10 years ago now. We'd had some friends round for a dinner party and decided that it would be a dressy affair. Dress suit and bow tie for the men, cocktail dresses for the ladies. God Laura had looked sexy that night. She had tied her long, dark hair up, her green eyes sparkled. Her black velvet dress sat perfectly on the curves of her body, it accentuated her breasts, the shape of her waist and finished just below her knees. Her look was completed by fine black stockings and heels. I felt a twinge between my legs as I thought back to the great sex we'd enjoyed that night! I put the album back.
Wedged between the stack of albums and the side of the box was a packet of loose photographs. I took it out, opened it and removed the stack of pictures. The top one showed Laura stood in a room I didn't recognise. She looked around 18 years of age, the pictures had obviously been taken long before we'd got together. She was wearing a light summer dress, from the look of the room I guessed she was standing in a holiday apartment. I went to the next picture, the same room but now Laura was wearing a bikini. Light blue in colour it showed off her tanned body to perfection. I could make out the faintest hint of her nipples pushing against the material of her top. Her hands were resting on her hips, her tanned legs slightly apart as she posed for the camera.
For all of the years that I have been with Laura I have always loved the look of her body. I adore just watching her, especially when she is naked. The way her naked buttocks move when she walks, the way her pert dark pink nipples sit on her soft white breasts, the dark triangle of hair at the top of her shapely legs. The Laura in the picture I'd never known, looking at the picture I wished I had. I allowed my hand to trace the length of my hardening cock through the material of my jeans.
I could almost feel the widening of my pupils when I saw the next picture, my eyes trying to take as much of it in as they possibly could. With a cheeky smile on her face Laura had moved one triangle of her bikini top to the side revealing her left breast. Her nipple was hard, inviting. My cock was harder.
The next picture; both of her breasts were now exposed, her hands pulling the fabric of her bikini top to their relevant side. In the next her hands pushed her breasts together from the sides her hard nipples pointing directly at the camera. My cock was now straining to be released, my mind racing, when were these pictures taken, where and by whom?
"What are you looking at?"
Shit! I didn't hear Laura come back into the house, or come up the stairs for that matter.
"I forgot my purse." she said and promptly sat on the bed next to me.
"What are they then?" she asked again, my heart was racing from the shock of her unexpected return, I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. I had no time to hide the pictures, I was caught red handed. Strange logic really, it wasn't me that was in the pictures, or me that had taken them. Surely it should be Laura feeling embarrassed.
"Oh my God!" she said, as she took the stack from my hand and looked at the image that I had been admiring.
"I'd forgotten all about these." She stood up in front of me. I wanted to see more. How far had she gone? My dick was still hard and crying out for attention, I needed to see and know more.
"Gosh, I look so young!" she said as she handed me the picture I had just been looking at. Once again my eyes gorged on the sight of her hard nipples. She was looking at the next picture, I looked up and we made eye contact, she raised her eyebrows slightly with a knowing look.
"You'll like this one." she said, handing me the next photograph. She knew me well. Now she had turned her back to the camera and was bending forward, her hands resting on her thighs. The blue material of her bikini bottoms was stretched tight across her pert arse, a thin strip of white flesh was just showing at the top of each thigh where the sun had been unable to turn her flesh brown. The mound of her pussy was clearly defined at the top of her legs.
I reached out and put my hand on the inside of Laura's leg as she stood before me, she was wearing a short denim skirt and its length covered half of her thighs. She was looking at the next picture. I wondered what she was thinking as she looked, were distant memories returning to her mind? I ran my fingers gently up the inside of her thigh, as high as the bottom of her skirt and back down again. I felt the warmth of her smooth skin through my fingertips. I was handed the next photograph.
In this one she had now peeled her bikini bottoms down over her buttocks, just below her cheeks, the white of which were in sharp contrast to the tan of her back and thighs. My cock was aching, pushing hard against my clothes, begging for release. I allowed my hand to travel a little higher up Laura's leg, up underneath her skirt, stopping short of her panties before travelling down again. She moved a little closer, standing between my legs and sat on my right thigh. I took a long, deep inhale on the scent of her perfume. We both looked at the next photograph in the pile.
In this picture the young Laura had turned back round to face the camera, the bikini was completely gone, her tanned, firm breasts were now on full display, her nipples looked darker and larger, as if she had been pulling on them. Her hands were strategically placed at the top of her legs, covering her pubic mound. The look on her face was one that I had got to know and love over the years, the look that didn't need any words to tell me that she wanted cock. She needed a full blooded hard on filling her pussy. Only this time, that time, right there in the long since gone past, it wasn't my cock she craved, it was someone else's. As I stared at the picture I felt her hand on my crotch, she rubbed the length of my erection with the palm of her hand. I could feel juice leaking from the end of my stiff cock.
"You like?" she said, wickedly.
"Very, very much." I replied. She placed her hand over my balls and gently squeezed through the fabric of my pants. She stood up again.
"I'll show you the last one in a minute." she said. Placing the photographs face down on the bed she proceeded to pull my tee shirt off, over my head. Once it was removed she told me to lie back on the bed. I did so and she promptly unfastened my trousers. I lifted my backside slightly off the bed so that she could slide my jeans and boxer shorts off. My throbbing cock sprang out and slapped back against the skin below my belly button, my balls nestled between my legs. She looked at my stiff dick, I wanted to feel her long slender fingers wrapped around it, I wanted to feel her hand moving up and down its length, I wanted her to wank me, to make me cum, I wanted that indescribable feeling that comes with ejaculation to burst through my body. It was not to be.
Laura lay on the bed next to me, still clothed. She ran her hand along the inside of my thigh as she brought her lips to mine. Our mouths met and the tip of her tongue traced the outline of my lips before pushing its way between them, seeking out my tongue. Her hand brushed very delicately along the length of my cock making it stiffen a little more before her hand reached up to my nipple and her index finger circled around it. Our tongues were feverishly enjoying the contact between them, Laura pushing her tongue inside my mouth before drawing it back into her own to be swiftly followed by mine. After a few moments she broke the contact between our lips.