"That's it." She heard him say. She leaned further forward. Her skin was warm from the early morning sunlight. Even at such an early hour, the day was heating up. The fabric of the lounge chair was becoming slick beneath her. Her perspiration was starting to gather into a drop and she felt it slide down from her arm pit, along the curve of her ribcage.
She heard the clicking of the camera as he walked around her. Constant, 'click', 'click', 'click', it went, as he took one photograph after another. He was a nice man, honest and blunt, which she admired. She and her husband had met him and his wife through mutual friends when they had joined an internet group. They all shared a common interest in photography. Photographs of nude and partial nude female forms.
She was his model for this early morning session. She and Louis had accepted Ray and Jesse's invitation to spend the weekend. They could relax; enjoy some barbeque around the pool. If the women were so inspired to take their clothing off, well the men would be oh so happy to photograph them in this state. While her husband and his wife enjoyed sleeping in, he had asked if she would pose for him in the early morning light.
"You are a natural at this." Ray was saying to her now. She snapped back her attention to him and what he was saying.
"What?" She brushed away an early morning insect from her thigh.
"You're a natural." He pulled her straw hat further to the left. "You're a beautiful woman."
She blushed at his statement. She rarely felt beautiful like the other women that she saw on the internet group. They had perfectly formed breasts, nary a stretch mark, or even an ounce of fat along their toned midriffs. She on the other hand had the body of a mother. This description would fit; as she had used her body to birth more than one baby, and then feed them for years on end. She was not beautiful in her opinion. Just normal.
"That's very sweet of you to say." She said as she pulled the hat from her head and let it playfully hide her breasts from his view. She sat now straddling the outside tanning lounger in nothing but her bikini bottoms and the floppy hat.
"I don't lie." He said as he continued to snap her photograph. "It serves no purpose."
"Still sweet." She looked directly at him. His camera was hiding most of his face from her view. She cocked her head to the side and gave a coquettish grin.
"Feeling playful this morning are you?" He asked as he adjusted the lens, snapping and clicking away.
"Maybe?" She changed her facial expression to match the statement. She gave a little squirm in her seat. She waved the hat in front of her like a fan of olden days.
"Show me those fabulous tits. Don't hide them from me." He went to pull her hat from her.
She pulled her legs up and let her knees be her barrier to his sight. She rested her chin upon her kneecaps, letting her fingers lace together at her ankles. She closed her eyes; let her hair fall to the side, as she let her head lay on its side. She heard the clicking of the camera.
"Stunning."
She opened her eyes, but kept them facing downward, as she let her hands grasp her ankles. She pulled them apart slightly. Moving her head back up, her hair fell like a blanket behind her. She rested her chin on the groove between her knees. She ran her hands up the tops of her calves. Resting them on her knees and looked directly in the camera. His camera never stopped clicking.
"Perfect. Don't move." He got closer to her. Adjusting various buttons and knobs on the camera without even looking to see where his hands were. He pulled the camera away and looked at her. "That's going in my personal album." The look of lust on his face startled her. She pulled back abruptly. Shaking her head.
"You ok?" He said as he leaned back and took another shot of her moving around.
"Yes." She couldn't believe that this was happening. He wasn't even Louis. He was a stranger. She wasn't even attracted to him. What the hell was wrong with her body?
"Do you need to take a break?" He stood behind her lifted her hair from her neck, and slipped it over a bare shoulder. His finger felt like little feathers on her skin. She let her legs slide back down, on the ground, once again straddling the chair.
A break, she thought. Ha. What I need is a good fuck. She shook her head and decided that telling him that would not be such a good idea. She could feel his eyes on her. Eventually he was going to notice, oh god she hoped not. It was embarrassing enough, she didn't need his teasing.
"Lean back a bit for me." He was adjusting the chair to support her as she leaned back with her arms. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were rock hard. Not that she needed to see them, to know how they felt. Her whole body was alive this morning. She couldn't believe that she was fully aroused, despite having had a really good rumble in the sheets with Louis last night.
She held her shoulders back letting him see her whole chest. Her hair was falling over her left breast, but it didn't stop her nipple from poking through the soft curls. He was back behind the camera shooting her here. "Tilt your head to the side more. That's wonderful." She arched her back a bit more, hiding her face from him. Hoping that it would hide her aroused state, too.
His camera kept snapping photo after photo of her topless body. She felt his eyes on her behind the lens. She knew that he was seeing her skin, hidden partially by her hair. Seeing her flushed skin, praying that he thought it was the early sunlight kissing it, and not the truth. She breathed deeper, trying to gain some control on the tension that was building.
Suddenly there was silence in the morning air. The camera had stopped making noise. "You seem upset." He was squatting down near her. She opened her eyes to his gaze. "You ok?"
"Yes. I'm fine." She could see concern overriding the lust that was there earlier. She tossed her head the opposite direction, breaking the link of his eyes into hers. Least he know the truth.
She felt his finger on her chin, firm but soft. Her pussy involuntarily contracted at the contact. Her body betrayed her with a small groan.
"Liar." He said as he turned her back to face him. "Talk to me. We can stop. It's ok. You don't have to do this." He was standing back up, and leaning over to the table to gather her sarong covering.
"I'm fine. I promise."
"No you're not. I can tell." He held the light cotton fabric in a loose ball in one hand, the camera in the other.
