Selena Kitt - Crazy About the Baumgartners

“Go on outside, I’ll meet you there.”

“Outside?” I raised my eyebrows. “Should I change?”

I was still in my wet bikini.

“No.” His gaze dropped down to my cleavage, then lower, to my belly, hovering on the small, white triangle of fabric between my legs. “Go on.”

I went past Henry and Janie, who were stretched out on their stomachs on the carpet playing Super Mario, going through the sliding door to wait on the patio. I sat in one of the chairs, watching the light play on the water as the waves rolled in. It was a beautiful day, the sky a bright, azure blue, hardly a cloud in it. I understood why the Baumgartners loved coming here so much. The place was paradise.

Doc came out the back door. He was still wearing his swimming trunks, dark blue, almost black when wet. They had a tantalizing white stripe at the waist that drew my eye, under which a dark line of hair ran down from his navel and disappeared. I glanced up, past those still sharply defined abs of his, noticing he had his camera around his neck and a camera bag slung over his shoulder.

I raised my eyebrows, curious, but he just held out his hand and told me to come with him. Of course, I followed. We walked through the sand, not talking, all the way down to the water’s edge, where the sand was wet, packed tight, easier to navigate. He took me down the beach, further than I’d been before, taking me past a field of tall grass. There was a little cul-de-sac here and that’s where we stopped. I could see the house still, but it was distant, small.

“So, this isn’t exactly your Christmas present.” He lifted his camera, pointing it at me. I cocked my head, half-smiling, and the shutter clicked. “I’m sure we’ll get you something new. But I wanted to pass this on to you because I just got myself a new one.”

“This…” I stared, my brow knitting, as the shutter clicked again. “You don’t mean… your camera?”

“Yep.” He smiled warmly, snapping again, catching my expression of surprise. “It’s all yours. I thought I’d take some time to show you how to use it. And take some pictures of you, if you still wanted to model for me.”

“Oh wow.” I blinked at the camera in his hands, too shocked to say much more. He was really giving it to me? We’d talked more about photography since that Halloween night when we discovered we had that hobby in common. I had showed him my old analog camera that still used such an archaic technology as film. “Really? You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it.” He laughed, taking the camera strap from around his neck and putting it around mine. It hung, a heavy piece of machinery, between my breasts. “Wanna learn?”

“Hell yes!” I exclaimed, laughing and suddenly throwing my arms around his neck. “Oh, Doc, thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He held me close and I heard him take a long, deep breath, like he was breathing me in.

I couldn’t learn fast enough. He showed me all the settings, how to adjust the white balance, how to use the bounce flash, how to change the lenses. He had several macro lenses and two telephoto ones in the camera bag. I experimented with the macro lenses, fascinated. I had one for my analog camera and I used it all the time, but with the digital technology, I could see immediately how things turned out. It was amazing.

“I just took a picture of a blade of grass!” I exclaimed, showing Doc as we stretched out on our bellies in the sand. “Look at that! Look how close!”

“Isn’t it awesome?” He grinned at me. “You wouldn’t believe how close I can get with those lenses. I’ve taken some amazing pictures.”

“Would you show me?”

“Sure.” He nodded. “I have some on my laptop back at the house. But… well, some of them aren’t exactly G-Rated.”

“R-Rated?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. He shook his head slowly, eyes darkening. “NC-17?” He shook his head again. “Ohhh. X-Rated. Up close and personal?”

“Very.” He nodded slowly, the look in his eyes making my pussy and ass clench in my bikini bottoms. “I like taking pictures of the female anatomy.”

“Particularly female?” I swallowed, knowing just what he was talking about. And he knew I knew.

“That does happen to be my particular interest.” His gaze dipped to my cleavage. “So, about that modeling you said you would do for me…”

“You want to take pictures of me naked?” I licked my lips, the thought of it so titillating it made me lose my vision at the edges, so all I saw was him.

“That’s up to you.” He held his hand out for the camera. “We can start with you in your suit.”

“Okay.” I handed over the camera, rolling to my side. I was covered in sand. “How do you want me?”

His gaze moved over my body and I swear I could almost feel it, as if his eyes were his hands roaming over my breasts, down my sandy stomach, to the white triangle between my legs.

“Don’t ask me that unless you actually want me to tell you.” His voice was hoarse as he watched me sit, spreading my thighs and planting my feet apart in the sand

“How do you want me?” I asked, leaning my elbows on my knees, knowing the view I was giving him was incredibly tantalizing. At least, I hoped so. He was already snapping pictures.

“God, stop tempting me.” He groaned from behind the camera. “Just sit there.”

I grinned at his words. Then I did a few swimsuit model poses that made him smile and me giggle. He continued to snap away.

“You’re really beautiful, Gretchen.” He dropped the camera for a moment to look at me leaning back on my elbows, knees up, feet in the sand.

“Does Mrs. B know you’re doing this?” I asked, glancing toward the house. We were in that little cul-de-sac of grass, hidden down here, away from any roaming eyes.

“Teaching you how to use the camera?” He smirked.

“Taking pictures of me.” I drew a circle in the sand with my toe, biting my lip.

“Yes.” He picked the camera back up as I sat.

“Nude ones?” I undid the strap on my bikini, letting my top fall away, my breasts free. I heard him gasp.

“Yes,” he murmured, back behind the camera again, snapping pictures.

“She doesn’t mind?” I reached behind, hearing the shutter as I took off my top altogether. I arched my back a little, pointing my nipples skyward. Doc was taking so many pictures it made me dizzy.

“As long as I don’t touch you…” he said from behind the camera.

“Oh?” I stood in the sand, topless, looking across the beach, wondering if anyone could see us. The timeshare was private and I couldn’t see any other people. The house was far in the distance. “Is that the rule? You can look but you can’t touch.”

I turned around and slid my white bikini bottoms down, showing him my ass. I heard the click of the shutter, the sharp intake of his breath. Then I turned around and he groaned like he was in pain. The camera was forgotten for a moment. He was eye level with my pussy and he looked at me with his naked eye, no camera lens in the way. Then he started snapping away again, watching me sink down into the sand and open my legs for him.

He changed lenses part way through and I knew he was taking up close photos. I held still and let him circle me, hearing his breath quicken.

“Fuck, Gretchen.” He swallowed, and I looked at him crouched between my legs, taking pictures of my pussy. “You have the sweetest pussy. Look at that little bit of blonde hair on top. God… open it for me. Spread it.”

I did, using my fingers to part my lips. He took more pictures, moaning the whole time like he was being tortured.

“So you can’t touch me,” I mused, watching him maneuver between my thighs. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t. Does it?”