I suppose the heading gave away some of the plot but then I'm not a novel writer, in fact this site has my only submissions. So at least be nice!
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I grew up during the mini skirt era and always lamented the fact that my wife grew out of the fad and resorted to jeans and track suits. But now I'm a grandfather and as a result of long standing voyeuristic tendencies became aware of the camel toe presentations that many photographs showed. Many without the subjects knowledge and the range of ages was truly across the board.
I travelled to our capital city and went walkabout during a couple of summer days and began to take photo's of subjects in various locations, always openly and if possible with the subjects permission. I have found that if you are open about what your doing then most people are the same.
Anyway I took a few memorable camel toe photos and always took an extra ordinary shot in case the subject wanted to see the shot. A couple did and that made me even more careful. But the most memorable opportunity was when I was asked by my wife to photograph a series of parties being put on locally for several groups. I went along with it as the photo's were to be displayed in a special presentation and displayed across the state. My big chance, maybe?
Anyway I went to the first party to find it was a theme dress. And most of the attendees were around the older teen group, 18's to 20's. I found that while they were very open they were also generally very modest. Except for a couple of nipple shots during setups for shots, very little else was seen. The second party was also a theme and this time it was the 60's. Many of the attendees wore their parents old clothes and my granddaughter was dressed in a knitted top with knitted hipster pants. I remembered well my wife wearing the same set to a christmas party some thirty years before, the set looked good on her then and it suddendly dawned on me that it looked even better on my granddaughter, Lisa because she didn't have the bra on under it, my wife had obviously worn a bra and at the time she was and still is quite shy and modest.
Additionly, they didn't wear thongs back in the 60's & 70's, my oh my! my grand daughter did. There in front of me walking down the pathway to the party was the sexiest, almost totally naked bum that I had seen in many a day. On arrival I began to set up, my GD disappeared into the crowd, and it was considerable in size.
I found that my fantatisies were there in front of me. As the various groups settled down for their photo shoot I was confronted by camel toe, pussy, bare nipples, even a couple of bare boobs when viewed from a certain angle. The clothes were of various colours and I found that certain colours just didn't go with the background set up by the organisers. Several of the participants needed to move in front of other colour backgrounds and this moving gave me several opportunities to snap nipples, whole naked breasts hanging down in loose tops and at least one thonged ass.
Oh! I had a ball. And used two large capacity cards in the time. Most didn't object to my continual snapping as I had explained that I needed to just shoot off shots which would then be vetted to pick the best shots and sometimes the unaware shot could just be the best.
On our arrival home my GD asked. "Hey Pa, did you enjoy tonight and did you get a lot of photos?"
"OH! Yes." Was my emphatic reply really without looking at her directly, focusing on the camera in my hand.
"Well, I hope that I can sit with you tonight and look at them, before you delete the funny ones or the ones others would not like?"
"Oh I don't know that is a good idea, it ruins perception and there may even be some embarrassing ones, and I don't think that you should see some of them."
"Well! Pa I need to tell you something, which I think you will not like me for?"
"Hey Babe, that can never happen, what concerns you after such a nice evening?"
"Well, with the agreement of some of those there, we have set up some of those embarrassing shots that you may have taken, and I would like to see them."
"I still don't... WHAT!" I raised my voice at her, then calmed down. "What?" I repeated. "You did what?"
"Well, you don't know but my friend, Jenna and I found some of your photos about a week ago when we were using your computer for homework, and we saw some of the photos you had deleted which were a bit embarrassing, we liked them and we like you a lot so we didn't say anything to Nan, but I am sorry that we looked in your file."
I sat on the chair with the camera still in my hand and the filled cards in front of me on the computer desk. My head swirled around with all my thoughts. Fully Aware that my wife was standing there.
"How, I... I mean... how did you get into the file, I thought it was protected? And I had deleted those shots" I asked.
"Pa I don't know if you know but I am a computer nut, especially if someone hides things behind firewalls or passwords. It was fairly easy to crack your code, knowing you as I do. And you shouldn't use that old road runner coding, it's just too simple for someone like me. I can though help you to set up something that no one else will get into as easily."
I turned around, and then looked at Lisa closer then, I sighed and motioned her towards me. She came over and I folded her into my arms, as she sat on my lap, as I have done for many years.
"Thank you, but I am concerned about your friend knowing also!" I hugged her a little closer, then released her, standing up she didn't move very far and as I looked at her face I saw deep thoughts there. She turned and sat back on my knee.
"Pa, I wouldn't worry about Jenna too much, she will be here in a little while as she is staying over. I am sure that she will want to see the photos from tonight also. What we would like you to do is to take some photos of us while she is here."
