"I just realized," said David over the phone, "that I don't have any naked pictures of you."
"That's because I don't want you turning me into a screensaver at work," said Julie, her game of Tetris on the office PC suddenly self-destructing.
"You know I'd only use your glistening body for good instead of evil," said David in the guise of the comic store guy on the
Simpsons
.
"I don't know whether to slap you or kiss you," she said, her jaw fighting the smile on her face.
"Can you do both, naked, while I take pictures?"
Julie knew he was only kidding, that he'd never force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. The thing was; the more she thought about his suggestions, the more they started to turn her on.
"I think I might take you up on that offer," she said.
"Really?"
"Maybe," she said, not wanting to sound too enthusiastic. "See you at home. I'll cook tonight. Bring home a bottle of Chianti."
"And a few rolls of film?"
"We'll see."
That night, Julie arrived home a little early. She wanted to make sure she had enough time to thaw the ground beef and get freshened up. As she dropped her bag on the chair in the bedroom, she noticed the Pentax K1000 sitting in its place on the dresser. It was wrapped up in its black velvet neck strap, looking particularly vintage, and particularly user-friendly. It always took great pictures, and the manual settings gave each photo a personal touch that was more intimate than any digital camera could produce.
She gazed ahead at her reflection as she removed her wristwatch and unbuttoned her blouse. The black lace bra she wore looked severe against the white silk of her opened shirt. David had given her the lingerie for her birthday a few months ago. She had to admit, he had good taste even if he didn't care too much about fashion.
Julie continued to undo her black trousers, revealing the bra's matching panties. They were a flattering bikini cut with elegant swirls of lace at the front and a smooth satiny stretch fabric cupping her bottom. The lingerie comfortably secured each curve and crevice of her bust and bottom. She wondered if her figure was burned on David's brain to the point that he didn't really need nude photographs of her. The perfect fit of the bra and panties was a true sign of devotion, in her eyes.
"Honey?" David called out. The noise he made entering the door and throwing his keys on the table startled Julie.
"In here," she replied. She quickly picked up her clothes and began to hang them up in the closet.
"There you are," he said, leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair long and tousled, and his shirt already partially unbuttoned. "And what a beauteous sight to behold."
Julie winked and continued, nonchalantly, to put her things away.
"Chianti's on the table," he said, walking over to her and cradling her from behind. He gently kissed her neck and she smiled, leaning back against him.
"You smell nice," she said, enjoying the moment.
He caressed the sides of her waist and let his hands wander down to her hips and bottom. Her skin was soft and warm. His blood flowed more readily as she pressed herself against his groin and let out a sigh. She turned around and put her hands around his neck, securing her body to him. They kissed gently on the lips and then again, as their tongues softly played upon each other. David's hands slid down the inside of her panties and held her bottom in a firm grip. She undid his trousers, letting them drop to the floor, and then returned a grip on his cotton-clad bottom. Stepping out of his pant legs, he rubbed her cheeks and then spread them apart, sliding his fingers along her crevice and teasing that certain hole before moving lower to feel her moistened pussy.
He pulled his hand up and put his moist finger to her lips, then put his own against it, as they both licked her scent off.
"You taste nice," he said, enjoying the moment.
"What about dinner?" she said. "I was going to cook for you. And then later..."
She looked beyond his shoulder to the camera sitting on the dresser. He turned around to find what she was looking at.
"Oh!" he said with a burst of energy.
His hands left her body to walk over and pick up the camera. He opened the back to find it empty. Julie thought he looked kind of cute with his shirt on and no trousers.
"There's some film in my bag," she said, nodding towards the chair.
"Oh, really?" he said. His smile revealed what she'd been hiding. "Are you sure you want to?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." Julie walked over to her bag and took out two boxes of film. "Color or black and white?"
"Black and white might be nice," he mused, considering the artistic quality. "Then again, color will capture your pretty pink nipples."
Julie rolled her eyes and loaded the camera with a smirk. "Ok. Now what?"
"I'm the director?"
"Yes." She handed David the camera and sat on the edge of the bed. "Be a good director, and I might surprise you with a good show."
