I fell onto the bed in my room, my head filled with all the wild and fun things I had just experienced over the past hour. I went from sunning myself alone to seeing one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen completely naked next to me to actually running my hands over her smooth skin and very wet pussy. It was literally the first woman I had touched sexually in almost five months. For some people, that's not a long time. For me, it seemed like a lifetime.
I stretched across my bed and thought about Christina and her very open relationship with Ricky. The way he took hundreds of pictures, he obviously liked the attention she received. She liked it too. I wondered if this was something they did often and if I just happened to be the lucky guy this time?. Were they swingers? Was she an exhibitionist and he a voyeur? He certainly encouraged she and I to have a little fun.
Just thinking about those beautiful breasts, perky nipples, and slick pink pussy lips was making me hard again. I laid back in my bed and thought about rubbing one out. I decided to hold off for now, turned on one side, and closed my eyes for a nap.
The next sound I heard was the phone in the condo ringing.
"Zach? It's Ricky and Christina from the pool this afternoon," I heard on the receiver. "If you are not busy, come join us at the beach in 30 minutes. I want to catch some pictures of the sunset. We'll bring the beer."
I rubbed my eyes a bit and noticed I had napped for a good two hours. I jumped in the shower, put on some clean shorts, grabbed some cheese, crackers and grapes out of the kitchen, and made my way down the short set of stairs to the sand.
Christina waived me over. She was standing on a set of stairs leading from the beach to a parking lot. She wore the shortest red shorts I think I have ever seen and a tight white cropped T-shirt. She had brushed her hair back, though the wind kept blowing it in her face. She had the prettiest smile on her face.
"Ricky will be right back. He has to get another light umbrella from the room," she said. "He loves to take pictures at the first and last light of the day. He says the color is much warmer."
She sat on the handrail and swung her legs open and shut like a little girl on a playground. It didn't look like she was wearing any panties and her dark areola showing through her white shirt meant she wasn't wearing a bra either.
"Ricky really enjoys photography, doesn't he?" I asked, trying to look her in the eyes and not look directly between her legs.
"Oh yes. We have thousands and thousands of pictures," Christina replied. "It's all in good fun. We send them into various sites on the web and I like to read how people respond. He's very good."
"And you are very pretty and must make a great model," I said, a little bit flirty.
"I wasn't always that way. I was very shy. It took me a long time to be comfortable in front of the camera—or in front of other people," she explained. "Now it's just good clean fun."
She seemed to emphasize the word "clean." I think she really meant it was a bit naughty.
"Christina, can I ask you something?"
"Only if I get to ask you something back!"
"OK," I said. "I was wondering if it turns you on sometimes to know people are watching or that people will be, well, you know, aroused by your pictures?"
