Becky and I met over the Internet in a chat room for photographers a few months before. We had only hung out a handful of times, and this was her first time at my home. She picked a perfect day to visit.

That day the man wore a pair of blue and white checkered shorts that hugged his tight tush and cupped his impressive bulge. His long muscular legs were evident beneath the fabric, and his toned chest was on display seeing as how he took his shirt off the moment he saw us sitting there. Waiting.

Yes, I will admit that I was waiting for him to show up. Waiting for him to get my pussy slick just from a look. His face was permanently burned behind my eyelids, perfect for whenever I needed good material for getting off. In the last week, I had come up with at least a dozen unique scenarios involving my new eye candy.

“Isn’t he?”

“Where did you find him?” She pulled her sunglasses down her nose to get a better look.

“I don’t know. Got lucky I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders and avoided answering her.

The minutes ticked on as we watched the show he was putting on for us; the way he bent over further than necessary, the extra flex or two of his muscles.

I convinced myself he liked all the extra attention. That he was loving the way our eyes devoured every inch of what we saw, while hoping to get a glimpse of the inches we couldn’t.

“Do you see the way he’s surreptitiously watching us?” I asked.

She hummed her concurrence.

“Want to give him a show?” I quirked my eyebrow and silently dared her to say yes.

“What do you have in mind?” The gleam in her eyes matched my excitement.

Rather than answering her with words, I stood up and untied my bikini top, tossing it on the lounger behind me. Becky gasped at my fully exposed tits. My nipples were pointing straight at her, begging for attention.

Next came the strings on the side of my bikini bottoms. The triangles of material fell to the ground, leaving me completely naked.

A strangled sound came from across the patio, but I only had eyes for the redheaded woman in front of me.

Kneeling between her legs, I lowered onto my hands until I was on all fours above her. She stared up at me with desire. Her eyes were dark with lust.

“Suck my tit,” I whispered.

Becky immediately obeyed. Lifting her head, she traced my extended nipple with her tongue, flicking it back and forth in a torturous rhythm. Driving me out of my mind, she finally took it between her teeth, biting down.

My hand flew out and gripped her head, holding her to my breast. My folds became slick with need as she lavished each breast in turn.

“Take your top off,” I whispered. I was secretly loving being in control of this encounter with Becky. She was just so damn responsive.

Becky released me and pulled her bikini top over her head. Her nipples were fat, thick points. I licked one, tasting her salty skin, before lying back on the lounger and spreading my legs in invitation.

Becky crawled up my body and kissed me hungrily. Our nipples rubbed together as our sweaty bodies moved back and forth. I rubbed my naked pussy against her covered one, seeking friction. She slipped her hand between us, and plunged two fingers inside me.

“Yes!” I screamed as she fucked me.

The guy cleaning the pool was a distant memory as Becky and I played with each other. He might have been watching or he might have been oblivious for all I knew. The idea that he was most likely hard thanks to our erotic performance definitely served to ramp up my excitement.

“Lick me. God, Becky. I need your tongue. Lick me,” I begged when her fingers just weren’t enough.

She kissed down my body and positioned herself between my thighs. Her fingers worked at a fast-paced rhythm as her tongue flicked against my clit.

“That’s it, baby,” I told her while running my fingers through her hair. My eyes were squeezed shut. Her fingers were twisting inside me, hitting a spot that made my toes curl. “Suck it. Make me come.”

And she did. Holy hell, she sucked my clit so hard I saw stars! They were huge explosions behind my eyelids.

My legs stiffened. My hands had a tight lock on her head. My back bowed. And I cried out so loudly that I would have been embarrassed had my closest neighbor not lived five miles down the road.

“You taste good,” Becky said as she wiped my juices from her lips and gave me a saucy grin. “My turn.”

She leaned back on her hip and slipped her bikini bottom off, twirling it around her finger and throwing it onto my chair.

With her knees on either side of my head as I lay flat on my back, she lowered herself over my face, hovering over my mouth. My hands gripped her ass and pulled her closer so my tongue could snake out and take its first taste of her.

I stiffened my tongue and fucked her tight little pussy while her fingers plucked at her nipples. She writhed and ground on my face as I ate her with fervor.

“Oh, yeah, sweetie. Stroke that hard cock,” she muttered from above me, and I knew she was talking about the pool boy. The realization that he was pleasuring himself was so stimulating that I found my tongue in overdrive as I imagined what we must have looked like. Me with my head between Becky’s legs, him with his hand between his.

My fingers dug into her firm ass and pulled her down even further so I could suck more of her flesh into my mouth. Within minutes, she tensed above me, and I felt her pussy convulsing on my tongue. Her juices flooded my face so quickly, I had to work fast to lap them all up.

Becky lifted off my face and moved down my body. “Look at him,” she whispered in my ear.

I lifted myself up on my elbows and looked to my left. He was still stroking himself. The red tip of his cock playing peek-a-boo in his hand. With a grunt he came. His cock like a geyser, shooting cum onto his stomach and all over his hand.

Without saying a word, he picked his shirt up off the ground and wiped the cum from his body. Once he put all the pool supplies back where they belonged, he left through the side gate, leaving me confounded as to why he didn’t approach us. I thought for sure our little show would have finally gotten him to make his move.

“I sure am glad I came over today,” Becky said with a satisfied sigh from her place beside me on the lounger.

Diverting my attention from the closed gate back to her, I smirked. “Me too. You seem to have perfected that little move you did with your tongue.”

This wasn’t my first time with Becky. The second time we had dinner together, we ended up at a bluff overlooking the valley below with a view of all the twinkling lights of the hustle and bustle. One thing led to another and I found myself sitting on top of a wooden fence while she ate my pussy.

The next time we hooked up, we took turns coming on a rubber strap-on that was hung like a damn horse. Ours was a friendship based not only on our mutual career paths, but also our mutual enjoyment of fucking and coming.

“Practiced on my boss.” She winked and giggled.

“I don’t even want to know. I’m thinking a wine slushy sounds good. What do you say?” I sat up on the chair and lifted my eyebrow in question.

“I say lead the way.”

THREE

Saturday, July 22nd

The little girl ran through the tulips in my garden, giggling as I snapped shot after shot of her. Her mother stood off to the side making funny faces, keeping the momentum going for this photoshoot.

These were the days that I loved my job—when I could capture the pure joy of being a child or even the sweetest moments of an adult’s life. Seeing the world through someone else’s eyes was a privilege I held dear to my heart. I was honored to be able to help tell someone’s story through my pictures.