Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

"Mmmm-hhhmmmm… that's it… just like that, Natalie. Now, if I can just get around here…" The teacher heard the folding chair she had been sitting on now scraping across the linoleum floor of the office, and she jerked her head up in surprise. Stuart Brooks was dragging it across the room to the cabinet from which he had produced the vodka, and he seemed to be preparing to stand on it!

It was then, for the first time, that Natalie noticed the expensive looking 35mm camera atop the liquor cabinet. It was surrounded by equipment like flash units and extra lenses and suddenly the black-haired teacher was wracked with apprehension. Her mind quickly made the connection, even before Stuart had climbed up on the chair. He was going to photograph her! He was going to take a picture of her in this lewd, compromising position!

"Oh, no, you can't," she whispered fearfully. Her legs clamped together instinctively and she raised herself up on her elbows. "Please, Stuart… I didn't mean to… uh… lead you on or anything…" Her voice sounded weak and ineffectual to her own ears, and she groaned to herself when she heard it.

"Oh, now, Natalie," the older man chided. "This won't hurt… I told you I never hurt my teachers, didn't I? A man doesn't often meet a gorgeous chick like you, Natalie, and I'm sure your husband won't mind if I take a few pictures as mementos. Now, just lie back like you were." He was speaking to her now from behind the camera, which he seemed to be focusing as he talked. He stood up on the chair beside the open window, letting the afternoon light stream in on the teacher's prostrate form on the desk. The sun lit her thighs and sparse pubic curls, bathing them in warm, yellow light, accenting the pulsing pinkness of her private pussy flesh. Stuart sighed aloud.

"Aaaaah, right there – hold it!" Click! The Camp Director rolled the film on… click…! Again… click! "Oh, fantastic, baby!"

"Now, I've just got to get a couple more… here…" He stepped down from the chair and came over to the desk again. This time he raised both her knees high in the air, placing her heels on the edge of the desk in a lewd, outspread position. Her long, shapely legs were poised like a couple of golden arches, one on either side of her deliciously exposed cuntal slit. She balanced her feet on the edge of the desk top, unconsciously thrusting her vaginal plane closer to the camera as Stuart Brooks climbed back up on the chair to focus again.

"Okay, baby, you look great… right there, Natalie! Oh, shit, hold it like that!" Click! Another obscene picture was recorded on the licentious man's film. Click…! Click… The black-haired woman groaned inwardly as she heard each frame being rolled on, as the Camp Director took picture after picture of her helplessly exposed body. She tried to tell herself that it could be worse, that the former college friend of her husband's might be actually fucking her instead of taking lewd photographs, but it did no good. If he had attacked her, or even raped her, the act would be over and done with, just as her seductive liaison with Jason Powell was a thing of the past, however lewd and forbidden. But a picture… that was something permanent, a constant reminder of her inability to control her desires or inclinations.

Natalie was almost afraid to ask why the muscular bachelor was so intent on photographing her nudely reclining body. It crossed her mind that pictures were potential evidence against her in some kind of court action – but for what? Did the Camp Director have some kind of unspoken suspicion about her – maybe some idea of what had happened in the staff cabin this afternoon? Oh, no, it can't be! No one can ever find out about Jason!

Suddenly, the teacher was more concerned about finding young Powell and cautioning him not to tell any one about their obscene interlude than she was about the fact that Stuart Brooks was again repositioning her body for another series of pictures. She rolled compliantly over onto her side as the brown-haired man poked and kneaded at her supple flesh, pulling her arms and legs as he arranged the next pose. She balanced her head on her hand, this time propping it up so her thick black hair cascaded down over her slender forearm. She raised her leg high in the air and grasped her ankle with the other hand just as Stuart directed, and if she looked down the deep valley between her breasts, she could almost see the moistening lips of her exposed pussy glistening in the sun. She was ashamed and humiliated beyond belief, but her imagination was back in the staff cabin, a couple of hours ago.

Jason would have gone back to his hiking group, of course, and surely he couldn't have started talking about his experience right then, in front of his nature guide, Natalie's own husband. If Mark had divided them up into groups and sent them off on their own, then the blond youth would have had the chance to tell his buddy what had happened, but… If Mark needed the edible plants book, he must have been giving them some group instruction right? God, I hope so! I, oh, Mark just HAD to keep all the boys together today. He just had to. The afternoon hiking sessions were supposed to break up at five or five-thirty, to give the boys time to go back to their cabins to wash up for dinner. That would be the time Jason would have been able to tell someone what he had done… Natalie tried to remember the youths who had been giggling outside the staff cabin when she had been on her way over here. Were they in Mark's group? Or were they her own young charges from this morning's 3-R's class? Why weren't they being supervised? Lord! What if Jason didn't even go back to his hiking group?

The new and frightening possibility renewed the teacher's apprehension, as she realized that even if her husband had tried to communicate with her over the intercom radio she wouldn't have heard him… she had been in the bedroom, stroking and caressing her own trembling cuntal flesh. God Almighty!

Natalie moaned as she unconsciously responded to Stuart Brooks' prompting, "Shove your ass back, sweetheart. I want a shot of that tight little asshole you've got… That's it, pull it apart with your fingers…" The man's bold, almost clinical tone seemed out of place with Natalie's frenzied worrying, but it made her present predicament seem less ominous. She complied with even Stuart's most perverted requests, allowing him to photograph her most private, forbidden flesh.

It seemed like ages before the Camp Director grunted and gasped that he had exhausted his roll of film, and for a few frantic seconds, Natalie feared what might happen next. But she was shocked and relieved when Stuart smiled calmly. "Thank you, my dear… you were absolutely wonderful… We'll have to get together for some group poses sometime…" The young teacher didn't have time to wonder what he meant by "group poses"… she had to find Jason Powell, right away. Hurriedly she dressed herself for the third time this afternoon, and left the Director's Office without even taking her folders with her.

Natalie had barely had time to freshen up before Mark trudged into their bedroom, dusty and sweaty, but happy.

"How was your afternoon, honey?" he greeted her with a peck on the forehead. "I'm bushed… Christ, I don't know what I'd do if I was a gym teacher and had to watch thirty kids running around all the time. Twelve is bad enough… You can't imagine the way they fired questions at me all afternoon. That's why I had to send that kid back for the book… There are a few plants out here that I couldn't identify."

The brunette teacher nodded sympathetically, hoping that her expression wasn't betraying her real interest in her husband's day. "Did you try to split them up into groups, dear?"

"No… no, I haven't done that yet, although they do seem to have buddies among their cabin-mates."