I Didn't Thin She Had It in Her

Well, we're on our way. I find it hard to believe that we've gotten this far. Actually I find it hard to believe that I've agreed to this at all. She is really gorgeous though. Don't know how he picked her out of the crowd but he must have as good an eye as I do. At first she was pretty pissed off about it. How dare he even suggest such a thing, and at the mall at that! I was ready to kill him at first. Even called the cops on him. After a few weeks he had the nerve to show back up at the store where I worked. I'm not quite sure how he convinced me not to kick him out but I listened anyway. He explained that he wasn't a photographer like others you read about. He really did like the female body and my girlfriends had intrigued him for some time. I have to admit that I was pretty attached to it as well. Really nice figure. Long long legs, nice butt. She was absolutely beautiful.

Well, to make a long story short Bob and I became friends. Had a few drinks together from time to time. He actually turned out to be a really nice guy. Bob stated learning photography when he was in Junior High and like most Junior High guys really liked looking at girls. However, the more Bob looked at them the more he realized just what an outstanding figure girls had! Well, one thing led to another, Bob continued his photo efforts in High School, then college. Graduated and opened his own studio. Had to make money to live so he started with the usual...Weddings, Bamitzphas, etc, etc, etc. Took glamour shots in his spare time to make things a bit more comfortable.

My soon to be wife and I were a bit bored one night and decided to head out for a drink down at the local hangout. It was a Monday night, not a lot going on just wanted to be comfortable and get out of the heat. My fiancées parents were out when I stopped by to pick her up. As usual, when she could get away with it, she wore what she wanted to and not what her parents would prefer. This particular night she had on the same old jeans that she loved...low cut, straight legged, and as tight as possible in the butt. Personally I loved them. But of course, I am a guy. For a top she had a silk halter with a lightweight cotton shirt to cover, unbuttoned of course. We walked on out to the car and headed down to the bar.

Upon arrival the parking lot was a bit crowded and it actually looked like it could rain any minute now. I dropped my fiancée at the door and told her to go on in and find us a table. I found a parking place out in the back forty and walked on inside. It was a lot more crowded than I thought it would be but finally located her sitting at the edge of the dance floor and as usual two or three guys were trying to pick her up. Now, this is the part I like best. I stood there for a minute to let my eyes adjust and just take in the attempts by the local talent, worked my way through the crowd, sidled up to the table, placed my hands on her shoulders and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Hi babe," I said. Well, the locals couldn't stand it now so they walked on off in disgust. Not me, I sat there just as happy as a lark and grinned. "More talent trying to steal you away from me eh?" I said.

She just grinned and kicked me under the table. "How bout getting us a drink?" she whispered. "Make it something different but not too sweet." Back across the bar I went in search of her wishes.

About half way there I heard my name called from across the floor. "Hey Dave! Where have you been?." I turned around and low and behold it was Bob. I hadn't seen him in a few weeks and he wanted to catch up on what's been up in my neck of the woods. I invited him to join my fiancée and I at our table at about the same time that I remembered she wanted to kill him. Oh well, maybe she forgot?

Bob and I arrived back at the table with drinks in hand. I introduced my fiancée and noticed a slight wrinkle of her nose. Methinks that she remembers. Well, if she did she didn't say anything. The night wore on and we talked and drank and just chatted a bit with Bob and a few other friends that showed up. Bob was really careful not to mention his complete interests in photography so things stayed calm. My fiancée disappeared about 9:00 with a few of her friends. Had to get something to eat she said. "Well, I'm hanging here with Bob. Don't be gone long OK?."

"I wont sweets" she replied.

The night ground on. Around 10:30 I was getting a little worried. "Excuse me Bob, I'm going to check for her out front." About the time I reached the front door in she came absolutely drenched. Looks like the rain made it. Her friends were right behind her and just as wet as she was. Fortunately she had had a few drinks and the bar wasn't too cold. Cold enough though I thought to myself as I looked at her nipples poking straight out. She had removed her cotton shirt because it was so wet. What she may or may not have realized is that her silk halter, as wet as it was, was practically see through. OK by me, I'm here to protect her. Besides, I don't mind showing off what I've got and nobody else can have! Have to admit though that it was tough not checking out her wet girlfriends as well. "Looks like its time for Irish coffees" I volunteered. "That should warm everybody up." All the girls agreed and headed to our table while I got the drinks. Bob was still hanging so I brought him one as well.

Walking up to the table I overheard one of my fiancées friends talking to Bob like she'd known him for a while. Well, the look of shock on my fiancées face told a bit of the story. The friend talking to Bob had always been a bit risqué and it turned out that Bob had taken a few photographs of her a few months back. My fiancées friend Pam was quite pleased that Bob was there and I believe that the others girls curiosity was growing quickly. Pam started explaining in quiet whispers to the other girls what it was like and such. I could tell that their interest was peaked when Pam suggested that we all go back to her place for a look at the shots and everybody practically jumped up from there chairs. I paid the bill, walked my fiancée and friends to the car and headed over to Pams place.

Pam lived in a rented house with one of her friends at work. Really nice place. Backed up to a creek, tall fence, boat dock, pretty secluded actually. Pam let us in and headed back into the back of the house. "Back in a minute" she called. After a couple of minutes Pam walked back in drying her hair with a towel with a book tucked under one arm. I couldn't help but notice that she had taken her shirt off and was wearing a really low cut bra. She noticed me looking at about the same time that my fiancée did. "Well, we are friends aren't we" Pam said. "What the hell" came the comment from my fiancée. "He's seen mine before." At that comment all the girls decided to get a bit more comfortable. Some shrugged out of their tops and one out of her jeans. I was real careful not to stare at Reba after she did that. Bob and I decided that maybe it would be best if we left the girls alone. We both grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed out to the dock for a smoke. Last we saw the girls were all gathered around Pam on the sofa and looking at the pictures that Bob took. Bob and I just leaned against the rail on the dock and chatted while the girls giggled like crazy. We could see them through the sliding glass door and must admit it was a nice sight.

After a few minutes Pam laid the book down and all the girls except my fiancée headed into the kitchen for a beer. As they left my fiancée leaned over and picked the book back up. She crossed her legs, leaned back on the sofa and started thumbing through the pages. As the girls came back in Reba shouted "well, what do you think of the pictures? Not bad Are they?" My fiancée looked up and replied, "No, they're actually pretty good. Say Pam, come here for a minute would you?" Pam walked over and handed my fiancée a beer. "Whatcha need?"

"How did you feel when he was taking these?" my fiancée questioned. "Well, at first I was pretty nervous. Bob wouldn't take any shots unless I had somebody with me though. I called Stephen.."

"Your brother?!" my future wife exclaimed. "He couldn't make it so I called John. I've always wanted to get together with him and I thought what better chance than this. Besides, he's such a gentleman. I must admit though that I still get pretty wet thinking about the shoot." My fiancée couldn't hold back "I'm getting wet myself just thinking about it."

Pam went on "Bob was really sweet about it. We started really simple, just a few shots of my face and a few fully clothed poses. He asked me to bring a couple of bathing suits but I forgot them. Just as well though as it felt much better with underwear. Don't know why but it did. I guess cause that's what we were going to do anyway. He didn't touch me at all. Just told me what to do.

After a while it just came pretty natural. My fiancée turned a couple of pages "But how could you touch yourself like that with them looking?" Cathy exclaimed. "Don't tell me you've never played with your tickle button before. It's just like that only I was a lot hornier. I mean after all, I had a couple of good-looking guys with hard-ons watching me. It took a while to get to that point though. Bob didn't suggest a thing. He did think that it might look better if we continued the shots after Id changed my wet panties though.

When I went to change I thought, what the hell, might as well enjoy myself" Pam completed. "I must admit I'm intrigued. This guy Bob approached me at the mall a few months back but I thought he was a kook. Gave me the creeps. Since I've gotten to know him though he seems nice enough. Dave likes and trusts him" my fiancée continued. At that point my future wife excused herself and laid the book down on the sofa. Pam went to pick it up.

Crash. Something fell in the kitchen. I had walked back in the get another beer. Bob had stayed out on the dock. Pam apparently forgot about the book because she joined Bob on the dock followed by my fiancée. I walked over to sneak a peek at the book. I heard my fiancée and Pam laughing with Bob outside so felt safe enough to take a look at the pictures. Wow! Bob was and artist. Pam wasn't bad either. The shots started out really slow. Pictures of Pam's face progressing to full body shots fully clothed. Progressing to fewer and fewer clothes. By the time I got to the topless shots Bob, Pam, my fiancée and the girls were making their way back into the living room. I dropped the book back where it was and tried to look innocent. My wife to be gave me a bit of a grin and I knew that I had been caught. She didn't day a word though. Man was that close. We finished up our beers and decided it was time to get home.

On the way home my wife to be let me know that she knew who Bob was but that he appeared to be a really nice guy so no hard feelings. Pam said he was always a gentleman around her and I believed her. Bobs invited us down to a beach he knows tomorrow. I told him that Id let you know." She said. On the way she asked me to stop by the drug store as she needed to pick p a few things. "Just wait in the car" she asked. After she returned I took her home with a promise to pick her up at 9:00 in the morning.

Well, like I said. Here we are. On the way to the beach to meet Bob. Can't quite understand why my fiancée is grinning so much but she's apparently looking forward to a great day. I had no idea where this beach was but apparently she had directions. I couldn't quite understand why we were headed inland but I've learned not to ask what will turn out to be a stupid question. After a while I couldn't contain myself. "Why, if we're going to a beach are we headed inland towards Orlando?" I asked. "Who said the beach was on a ocean?" was the reply. Good point and yet again I've proven my stupidity.

We drove on for a couple of hours. Not a bad ride. Enjoyed it actually. She was in a wonderful mood. Looked really great today. Had brought along a bathing suit that I didn't recognize. Didn't have any cover up so I could look not just the suit but her bod as well. And boy did it fit, well, almost. Slinky little number. It was designed in an X. The top part of the X pretty much but not quite covered her tits. She must have been feeling pretty randy as her nipples were plain as day.

It must have been much tighter in the crotch than I thought as I could have sworn that I saw her pussy slit through the fabric. Naw, couldn't be. Must just be the way the fabrics folded. I sure seemed like she wanted me to look as she almost refused to keep her legs closed or crossed. She told me to stop at the next gas station as she was getting thirsty. Well, we found one. Truck Stop. I hope she had a cover because if she didn't I was going to have to get the drink and leave her locked in the car. Just as I surmised, she wanted to get the drink. Watching her walk across that parking lot definitely gave me a hard-on! The bathing suit was just as tight on her butt as her pussy. On her way back out of the store the catcalls started. The truckers sure loved watching her walk. Just when I thought it couldn't get any stranger she dropped the bag she was carrying. She bent over from her hips, placed her drink on the ground and paused as she picked up the bag. The horns on the trucks in the lot to the side of the store went nuts! Time to leave...like now!

She instructed me to turn left at the next dirt road, which I did. Dirt roads are not uncommon in the interior of Florida, especially around Lakes. We drove on down the road. Me following her instructions implicitly. We finally arrived at an old house at the end of the road. I expected to see a few more houses as most lakes are not private. This one appeared to be not only private but out in the middle of nowhere to boot.

As we got out of the car who should walk out of the house but Bob. Seems that Bob's aunt had left him this house when she passed. Not a bad place. Needed a little work but not too much. As Bob was helping me get the stuff out of the car he grinned and asked me if I was ready for the day. "Well, of course" I replied. "Who wouldn't enjoy a nice day like this away from the rest of the world?." Bob just grinned and walked into the house. I was getting the feeling that Id been had and was looking for something to pop out from somewhere. Bob saw me looking around and let me know that nothings going to jump out at me from behind a door. We got a couple of beers and headed down to the private beach. My wife to be was already they're sitting in a chair in the shade when Bob said he'd be right back. So, I sat down and got comfortable.

"David," my fiancée again, "I saw you looking at Pams pictures at her house last night. What did you think of them?. "Pretty good" I replied. "Of course, I didn't get to see all of them. You girls came in too quick."

"I've been doing some thinking" she said with a grin. "How would you like some of me" she finished. Well, about this time I dropped my beer. Surely she's just joking. "I don't know" I said. Of course my heart jumped into my throat. "It's pretty secluded around here and I feel kinda randy" she stated. At about this time Bob came out and said he had to run to the store for a few things for dinner. "Make yourself at home gang, Ill be back in about and hour." We sat for a bit and heard Bob drive off.

My fiancée folded the lounge chair she was on flat and asked me to go inside for some suntan oil. I got up and went on into the house. Had to look around a bit until I found some. As I went back outside I noticed that my women had turned over on to her stomach and had shifted the chair around to face the house. As I approached I couldn't help but see that she had spread her legs a bit. I swear that it looked again like the fabric of her bathing suit was straining against a bare pussy. Not to miss an opportunity I walked on up and sat in my chair. It was conveniently just behind my fiancées lounge chair so I could sip my beer, look at her barely covered cunt and enjoy the view. After a few minutes she shifted a bit and spread her legs a little wider. "Like what you see?" She asked. "Absolutely" I replied. "Go and get me another beer" she asked. I obliged and returned with her brew. Now as I sat down I was in for quite a nice shock. She had pulled the bathing suit up the crack of her butt and in between her pussy lips. I was right! She had shaved! At least what I could see was shaved. Man, this days getting better!

"I'm getting kind of hot" she exclaimed. "I think Ill go for a quick swim." She launched herself off of the lounge chair and ran to the edge of the lake. Not pausing she plunged in. She swam for a bit, turned around and came back to the lakes edge. Ever so slowly drawing herself out of the water she stood. Another surprise for me! The bathing suit was soaking wet and practically see-through. I could see her nipples clearly. And if that wasn't enough she was most certainly shaved! I could quite clearly make out her clit and pussy lips. It must have been a bit cold as her nipples were very hard and her clit had shrunk a bit. "Still like what you see?" she asked. "Oh yes, absolutely yes" I replied. "I'm going to go in and dry off and change" she advised. "Ill be back in a few minutes" she finished.

As she walked off all I could see was the image of her barely cloth covered snatch burned into my mind. I was about ready to get up and go into the house to attempt a little "playtime" when I heard her call me from the house. I turned around in the chair, and like to cut my pecker off in the attempt. I didn't at first see her as I was looking at the downstairs door that she had gone into. She called again and I noticed that she was upstairs on the corner of the balcony. Yet again a really nice sight. She had changed a put on a long lightweight dress. High collar, buttons all the way up the front, long slits on the side. She was stretched out between two columns on the balcony, legs and arms spread. The afternoon sun was behind her and I could clearly see her fine bod silhouetted through the fabric of her dress. "I need some help getting my shoes on" she called. "Right" I thought. "Really tough to get shoes on with an outfit like that." Again hoping that my time had come a rushed into the house and up the stairs. She was sitting on a low stool in the bedroom we had chosen. She looked at me demurely and motioned towards her shoes lying next to the bed. I instead reached for her and she gave me that "Don't even think about it look."

"Damn" I thought, "here we go again. As I reached for the shoes she leaned back against the wall and uncrossed her legs. That's when I got a good look. Her dress was unbuttoned up to her navel and covering her love button was a really tight small triangle of lace-like fabric. "We're going to have some fun" she advised. "I just talked to Bob on the phone and he wants us to join him for a drink downtown." All it took was the "fun" comment and I was ready. I changed quickly into something a little looser for my pecker. As hard as it was now I just couldn't stand to keep him strapped in too tight anymore. We locked up the house, got in the car and headed for whatever downtown was around here.

Following Bobs directions we located a really nice small bistro on the lakefront. We both walked inside and found Bob at a table right next to the lake. "Hiya guys" Bob called. "Enjoy the solitude for a bit?" I couldn't stand it any longer. "OK gang, what are you up to?" I asked. Bob and my fiancée looked at each other and sighed. "Well" Bob started. "Your wife to be and I made amends. We had a brief chat at Pams last night and your fiancée decided that maybe a few pictures wouldn't be such a bad idea." I looked over at her and grinned. "Not a bad idea?" I questioned. She looked over at me and sticking her finger in her mouth, pulled it out and felt for a breeze. "The winds right" she exclaimed, "why not?. Besides, I've got you here to protect me."