Chapter 7 Photo Cession
Serena adjusted the settings on her camera, and looked up. It was Tuesday, and she had until Friday to tell Stanton her idea. But every time she saw him, she wanted to say yes to the entire proposal rather than just make a bargain. And she had a good while before she had to tell him, so why couldn't she sit back and enjoy his company for a while?
Back at her house it became pretty obvious that it wasn't just herself and Stanton becoming so passionate. All the daughters, Jimena, and even Rachel were suddenly faced with the same issue. Rachel was the only one with a plausible excuse. She told them all that ex-virgins were known for being insatiable in the first few months. And based on her current relationship with Tymmie, it sounded like she was telling the truth.
Impatiently, she checked her watch, and thrust her hands on her hips. What was keeping Stanton? She began to pace. She shouldn't be so impatient. It was only 3:33, and Stanton didn't need to be right on time. She stopped for a second, and looked up at the sky. Why was she being so impatient? She was stomping around like a stood-up lover. Angered at herself, she made an abrupt about-face, smacking into a wall of solid muscle.
Serena pressed her hands to his chest to steady herself, then looked up at Stanton's amused face. "I'm here."
"Uh...I see that." She said, looking straight at his bare breastbone, and inhaling his spicy aftershave. Bare? She took a step back, and found him in well-worn blue jeans, with the black steel-toe boots, and a cloth bag at his side. "Um...first, what's in the bag?"
"A few things I thought would look good on camera."
She nodded; pleased he took the liberty of gathering his own props.
"Second, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
He grinned roguishly again, and said, "Are you complaining?" She blushed, but smiled with it.
"Not at all. Simply curious."
Stanton shrugged, and flicked his head to get the hair out of his eyes. "I brought a wife beater in the bag, but it's a warm day, and the sun feels good on my skin."
A little jolt of wickedness moved through her. Unable to resist, she leaned closer with a saucy grin. She rubbed her lips against his chest, and moved up until her cheek pressed against the side of his neck, absorbing his smooth warmth. "Hm. So it does," she whispered, and gently bit his ear lobe. She felt the rush of awareness in him as he chuckled. He gently nudged her up with his shoulder, and she came to his mouth for a soft kiss.
They stood together like that for a few seconds, then she pulled back, and cleared her throat. "If you'll take me to your car, we can get started." He nodded politely, and walked ahead of her, back into her house. She didn't mind following him, since his body looked pretty nice from this angle. And even though she intended to eye him like an object of a picture that she had to study what angles would make for a good view, she soon found herself admiring his body in feminine appreciation.
His arms moved back and forth as he walked, making his shoulder blades bunch, flow, and ripple as he walked, his strides long and confident. His skin was perfectly toned with a light tan. His jeans hung low on his hips, but hugged his tight ass, taut thighs, and muscled legs. All rolled up into one absolutely delectable package. She grinned at the thought, but she when she slid into his car, he stared at her intently.
Her cheeks went hot, hoping that he hadn't thought to read her mind. "Where to?" He questioned softly.
She blinked a few times, trying to remember the next step. "First, head to the park, then to the beach. I'll take a few pictures at each place, then figure out which three look best, and put those into my assignment."
Stanton nodded, put the key in the ignition, started his car up, then turned to head for the park. "Who's gonna develop the film?" He questioned. Blinking, Serena turned to him, wondering why he would ask.
"Me. Mrs. Bunshue always believed in the phrase, 'If you want something done right, you've gotta do it yourself." Stanton nodded, satisfied.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you ask?" She asked him, a slight curiosity in her voice.
He simply shrugged, then said, "Just curious." She thought for a second that she was lying, but realized there couldn't be any reason other than pure curiosity to ask something like that. When they finally reached the park, Serena got out, and Stanton followed after locking his car. He took her hand, and as they went in, she looked around. The park was empty for one reason or the other.
There weren't any signs around, no warnings, and no police. Must just be her lucky day. "So where do you want me?" He asked, and if she wasn't mistaken, there was some kind of fire in his tone. She didn't analyze it, simply answered.
"First, let's find a place to sit down, then show me what's in that bag of yours." They found a place to sit down, and Stanton grabbed a turkey, ham, and cheese sandwich out of nowhere, and then passed his bag to her. Serena pulled out an empty baggy with crumbs inside, a flannel blanket, a wife-beater, a bottled water, and empty squirt bottle, a silver watch, a pair of jeans, and...A knife?
"A few of these items seem rather confusing to me." Serena stated, pulling out the squirt bottle.
"Such as?" Stanton asked simply, taking the sandwich to his mouth again, and watched a butterfly flutter away, both of them enjoying the beauty of the day. And the beauty of each other.
"Such as this squirt bottle. I'm assuming the water in the bottle is for filling it, but why use it? A blanket? A knife? An extra pair of jeans? Why?"
Stanton grinned at her questions. "You'll see. Tell you what. I'll do whatever you want on camera, and I'll cooperate. So long as you let me take pictures of you." Her eyes widened. She had to decline that. Stanton knew that this was strictly about her assignment, not a romantic getaway, or a strip-show.
"Deal."
Stanton grinned with satisfaction, and jump to his feet, then stole the blanket from her. He spread it out, and she watched as he got down on it, then turned on his back, and stacked his hands behind his head, then turned to her with amused expectation. "You just gonna sit there all day with that look on your face?"
She shook herself, then stood. She looked down at him, and he stared at the sky in front of him, his eyes thoughtful, his biceps bulged, his flat stomach hollow, his jeans low, and his legs crossed. The pose was incredibly sexy, yet it wasn't overly provocative. She adjusted the light and speed settings of her camera, and took pictures.
Stanton had the perfect idea with the things he brought. Whenever he wasn't topless, he would slip on the wife beater. He used the squirt bottle to spray over his chest, making him look blanketed with sweat; and he cut his pants at the knees with the knife. There was a close-up where he stared into the camera, his shaggy hair damp. He had one pose when he leaned against a tree with one hand on the tree, the other in his pocket. All poses wildly sexy, and when she finished with the twelfth picture, and Stanton took charge.
She waited for his requests, hands behind her back. He put his hands behind his back, and walked around her in a circle. She had her hair down, a gray zip-up jogging suit above a magenta tank top. But he found plenty of ways to make the ensemble sexy. She wrapped herself in the blanket, she pressed her hands to a tree, until the last pose in which she was lying flat on her stomach across the blanket.
Her hoodie was off, and this pose had her particularly curious with his pensive eyes staring at her. His lips even pursed, until finally his expression brightened with a smile. He had her come up to her knees, palms on the blanket, and he gently tousled her hair, one strand just above her upper lip. He stood in front of her, and that pensive expression returned. She wanted to growl with frustration. And judging by the look on his face, he did to.
Stanton licked his teeth through his closed lips, then grinned again. He went to her, lifted her arm, and had her press her hand to the side of her head. He didn't let her go; instead he pulled back and asked softly, "Can you hold yourself like that for a few seconds?" She nodded, and held her head. He backed up a little bit, then grinned, and bent. He picked up the squirt bottle, and asked considerately, "Do you mind this pose?" Serena blinked, then peeked into his mind. He sensed her, and showed her what he saw.
Serena didn't mind saying she looked a little strange lying that way. How could Stanton find it appealing? Then she put it together. She let her lids drop to half mast, her lips parted just enough to bare a shadow of two white teeth, her expression changed to soft lust, and she wrenched her tank top far enough to bare the strap of an innocent white bra, and she pushed herself forward so her chest was at a ninety-degree angle.
Stanton smiled, came close, then adjusted the nozzle of the squirt gun, and a slight mist sprayed over her collarbone and chest, and into her drooping tank top, making her shiver at the tickling sensation. He stepped back, then looked her over. "Beautiful," he whispered, his tone low and sensuous. He sent her a mental image, and her eyes almost widened. She looked positively decadent. The expression in her eyes, the sheen of water on her chest, the shape of her top, all screamed, 'I-GOT-LAID!'
Serena adjusted the settings on her camera, and looked up. It was Tuesday, and she had until Friday to tell Stanton her idea. But every time she saw him, she wanted to say yes to the entire proposal rather than just make a bargain. And she had a good while before she had to tell him, so why couldn't she sit back and enjoy his company for a while?
Back at her house it became pretty obvious that it wasn't just herself and Stanton becoming so passionate. All the daughters, Jimena, and even Rachel were suddenly faced with the same issue. Rachel was the only one with a plausible excuse. She told them all that ex-virgins were known for being insatiable in the first few months. And based on her current relationship with Tymmie, it sounded like she was telling the truth.
Impatiently, she checked her watch, and thrust her hands on her hips. What was keeping Stanton? She began to pace. She shouldn't be so impatient. It was only 3:33, and Stanton didn't need to be right on time. She stopped for a second, and looked up at the sky. Why was she being so impatient? She was stomping around like a stood-up lover. Angered at herself, she made an abrupt about-face, smacking into a wall of solid muscle.
Serena pressed her hands to his chest to steady herself, then looked up at Stanton's amused face. "I'm here."
"Uh...I see that." She said, looking straight at his bare breastbone, and inhaling his spicy aftershave. Bare? She took a step back, and found him in well-worn blue jeans, with the black steel-toe boots, and a cloth bag at his side. "Um...first, what's in the bag?"
"A few things I thought would look good on camera."
She nodded; pleased he took the liberty of gathering his own props.
"Second, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
He grinned roguishly again, and said, "Are you complaining?" She blushed, but smiled with it.
"Not at all. Simply curious."
Stanton shrugged, and flicked his head to get the hair out of his eyes. "I brought a wife beater in the bag, but it's a warm day, and the sun feels good on my skin."
A little jolt of wickedness moved through her. Unable to resist, she leaned closer with a saucy grin. She rubbed her lips against his chest, and moved up until her cheek pressed against the side of his neck, absorbing his smooth warmth. "Hm. So it does," she whispered, and gently bit his ear lobe. She felt the rush of awareness in him as he chuckled. He gently nudged her up with his shoulder, and she came to his mouth for a soft kiss.
They stood together like that for a few seconds, then she pulled back, and cleared her throat. "If you'll take me to your car, we can get started." He nodded politely, and walked ahead of her, back into her house. She didn't mind following him, since his body looked pretty nice from this angle. And even though she intended to eye him like an object of a picture that she had to study what angles would make for a good view, she soon found herself admiring his body in feminine appreciation.
His arms moved back and forth as he walked, making his shoulder blades bunch, flow, and ripple as he walked, his strides long and confident. His skin was perfectly toned with a light tan. His jeans hung low on his hips, but hugged his tight ass, taut thighs, and muscled legs. All rolled up into one absolutely delectable package. She grinned at the thought, but she when she slid into his car, he stared at her intently.
Her cheeks went hot, hoping that he hadn't thought to read her mind. "Where to?" He questioned softly.
She blinked a few times, trying to remember the next step. "First, head to the park, then to the beach. I'll take a few pictures at each place, then figure out which three look best, and put those into my assignment."
Stanton nodded, put the key in the ignition, started his car up, then turned to head for the park. "Who's gonna develop the film?" He questioned. Blinking, Serena turned to him, wondering why he would ask.
"Me. Mrs. Bunshue always believed in the phrase, 'If you want something done right, you've gotta do it yourself." Stanton nodded, satisfied.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you ask?" She asked him, a slight curiosity in her voice.
He simply shrugged, then said, "Just curious." She thought for a second that she was lying, but realized there couldn't be any reason other than pure curiosity to ask something like that. When they finally reached the park, Serena got out, and Stanton followed after locking his car. He took her hand, and as they went in, she looked around. The park was empty for one reason or the other.
There weren't any signs around, no warnings, and no police. Must just be her lucky day. "So where do you want me?" He asked, and if she wasn't mistaken, there was some kind of fire in his tone. She didn't analyze it, simply answered.
"First, let's find a place to sit down, then show me what's in that bag of yours." They found a place to sit down, and Stanton grabbed a turkey, ham, and cheese sandwich out of nowhere, and then passed his bag to her. Serena pulled out an empty baggy with crumbs inside, a flannel blanket, a wife-beater, a bottled water, and empty squirt bottle, a silver watch, a pair of jeans, and...A knife?
"A few of these items seem rather confusing to me." Serena stated, pulling out the squirt bottle.
"Such as?" Stanton asked simply, taking the sandwich to his mouth again, and watched a butterfly flutter away, both of them enjoying the beauty of the day. And the beauty of each other.
"Such as this squirt bottle. I'm assuming the water in the bottle is for filling it, but why use it? A blanket? A knife? An extra pair of jeans? Why?"
Stanton grinned at her questions. "You'll see. Tell you what. I'll do whatever you want on camera, and I'll cooperate. So long as you let me take pictures of you." Her eyes widened. She had to decline that. Stanton knew that this was strictly about her assignment, not a romantic getaway, or a strip-show.
"Deal."
Stanton grinned with satisfaction, and jump to his feet, then stole the blanket from her. He spread it out, and she watched as he got down on it, then turned on his back, and stacked his hands behind his head, then turned to her with amused expectation. "You just gonna sit there all day with that look on your face?"
She shook herself, then stood. She looked down at him, and he stared at the sky in front of him, his eyes thoughtful, his biceps bulged, his flat stomach hollow, his jeans low, and his legs crossed. The pose was incredibly sexy, yet it wasn't overly provocative. She adjusted the light and speed settings of her camera, and took pictures.
Stanton had the perfect idea with the things he brought. Whenever he wasn't topless, he would slip on the wife beater. He used the squirt bottle to spray over his chest, making him look blanketed with sweat; and he cut his pants at the knees with the knife. There was a close-up where he stared into the camera, his shaggy hair damp. He had one pose when he leaned against a tree with one hand on the tree, the other in his pocket. All poses wildly sexy, and when she finished with the twelfth picture, and Stanton took charge.
She waited for his requests, hands behind her back. He put his hands behind his back, and walked around her in a circle. She had her hair down, a gray zip-up jogging suit above a magenta tank top. But he found plenty of ways to make the ensemble sexy. She wrapped herself in the blanket, she pressed her hands to a tree, until the last pose in which she was lying flat on her stomach across the blanket.
Her hoodie was off, and this pose had her particularly curious with his pensive eyes staring at her. His lips even pursed, until finally his expression brightened with a smile. He had her come up to her knees, palms on the blanket, and he gently tousled her hair, one strand just above her upper lip. He stood in front of her, and that pensive expression returned. She wanted to growl with frustration. And judging by the look on his face, he did to.
Stanton licked his teeth through his closed lips, then grinned again. He went to her, lifted her arm, and had her press her hand to the side of her head. He didn't let her go; instead he pulled back and asked softly, "Can you hold yourself like that for a few seconds?" She nodded, and held her head. He backed up a little bit, then grinned, and bent. He picked up the squirt bottle, and asked considerately, "Do you mind this pose?" Serena blinked, then peeked into his mind. He sensed her, and showed her what he saw.
Serena didn't mind saying she looked a little strange lying that way. How could Stanton find it appealing? Then she put it together. She let her lids drop to half mast, her lips parted just enough to bare a shadow of two white teeth, her expression changed to soft lust, and she wrenched her tank top far enough to bare the strap of an innocent white bra, and she pushed herself forward so her chest was at a ninety-degree angle.
Stanton smiled, came close, then adjusted the nozzle of the squirt gun, and a slight mist sprayed over her collarbone and chest, and into her drooping tank top, making her shiver at the tickling sensation. He stepped back, then looked her over. "Beautiful," he whispered, his tone low and sensuous. He sent her a mental image, and her eyes almost widened. She looked positively decadent. The expression in her eyes, the sheen of water on her chest, the shape of her top, all screamed, 'I-GOT-LAID!'