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I drove back to the house in silence. At least at first. It wasn’t awkward. In fact, it was companionable. I’d put a CD in – Crosby, Stills, and Nash. She’d probably never even heard of them. God, she was half my age. We were about halfway back when she started asking questions. Somewhat personal ones, in fact.

“Do you have a girlfriend? I didn’t see any pictures around the house.”

I kept my eyes on the road as I answered, all too aware that she’d never put her panties back on and that she was showing a whole lot of thigh, sitting there in the passenger seat.

“Not right now, no.”

“I don’t remember ever seeing you with anyone when you visited. Are you gay?”

That got a laugh. A big one, too.

“No. I am so not gay.” I paused, licking my lips in thought, deciding to be upfront with her. “Liz – your mom – didn’t much care for my taste in women, so it was easier to visit by myself.”

“Mom can be… yeah,” she said, nodding, her head turned towards the side window so that she could watch the countryside as we drove.

“How about you?” I asked. “Boyfriend?”

“Not right now, no.” she parroted, giggling softly and shaking her head.  “Mom doesn’t care much for my taste in guys. Other than a few crushes, I haven’t really met anyone all that interesting.”

“Your mother doesn’t care much for a lot of things,” I said with a laugh. “Bet she waits up for you when you’re out on a date.”

I was met with silence, which I let stand, not wanting to disturb the vibe, even when it stretched out. I noticed her tapping her fingers against her bare thigh in time to the music. I also noticed that nipples poking against her dress. In fact, I don’t think I could remember a time when they weren’t.

“This,” she finally said, gesturing at the stereo, “Is nice. Sounds like something grampa would listen to.”

“He does, actually.  Used to hear it all the time growing up.  Kind of nostalgic.”

“Cool.  Can’t wait to see the pictures you took.”

Me either. I didn’t voice the thought out loud, though. “Lunch first. What are you in the mood for?”

She shrugged, turning towards me, her smile soft, her eyes looking as if she was somewhere far away.

“Nothing fancy. Cheese sandwich maybe?”

“How about a fancy cheese sandwich?”

“Is there such a thing?”

“There is when I make them.”

When we got back to the house, Summer disappeared into her room, the door partially closed, while I started on lunch. Ham and Gruyère. Dijon mustard. Béchamel. Cooked over the stove until golden brown. I added chips to the plate and some greens to the plate, getting it onto the table just as she returned.

Fuck. She was wearing red shorts. Not cargo shorts or anything like that. Like yoga pants only… Shorter. Much shorter. Those and a Wonder Woman tee-shirt that was criminally small on her, showing off an expanse of skin above her waistband. In fact, I could see a hint of belly button peeking out from underneath. I groaned, inwardly, glancing at her nipples. While they didn’t look as hard as when I’d been taking photos, they weren’t exactly invisible…

“Smells yummy.”

“Want something to drink? Water? Lemonade? Beer?”

“Lemonade sounds nice.”

“Fridge. Pour me one too while I’m finishing mine.”

“Sure thing.”

I found myself wishing that the pitcher’d been on the bottom shelf so I could watch her bending over… God, that ass…

“This is really good,” she said, mumbling a little, her mouth full, laughing at herself as a string of cheese tried to escape, hanging from her lip like… fuck. Like cum. Or at least that’s what I envisioned.

“Of course it is,” I answered, trying to pretend I wasn’t a complete pervert.

“You missed your calling.”

“Hardly. I enjoy cooking but I love to paint. Always have.”

“And take pictures.”

“Part of the process, Summer.”

Afterwards, we went outside. Or rather, she did while I downloaded the photos I’d taken of her to my tablet. I had a small table out on the back porch and a pair of wicker chairs. She’d thoughtfully brought out a couple of cold brews and had already gotten started on hers when I re-joined her, pulling my chair around the table so we were sitting side by side. Best way to show her, I told myself. While it wasn’t untrue, it wasn’t entirely the whole truth. I just wanted to be near her.

“Pretty,” she mumbled distractedly, as I started the slide show at the very first shot I’d taken of her, when she was exploring the meadow.  

“Yes, you are,” I replied, enjoying the way she blushed.

“Not me. The picture, I mean. The meadow… everything.”

Still, I thought she looked pleased, especially when she gave me a shy smile before turning her attention back to the screen.

After that, we looked on in silence, content to slowly peruse the roll. I didn’t remember exactly how many shots I’d taken, but it had been a lot. It wasn’t like we had anywhere else to be, though. By the time I got to the ones of her standing on the bank, wearing only her white cotton panties, both our bottles were dry and I had a raging hard-on. Wordlessly I got up and fetched two more, taking a moment to adjust my cock while out of sight. I noticed that her nipples were straining against her top when I returned, and that her cheeks looked a little flushed. Briefly I wondered if she’d been touching herself while I was gone. All she’d have to do was open her legs a bit and rub and from the slightly guilty look on her face, I was guessing that’s exactly what she’d been doing. Fuck.

Normally I’d talk about light, about composition, taking time to talk about the craft… not this time. Talking would ruin the moment. I just wanted to watch her as she saw herself through my eyes, so that’s exactly what I did – I stopped watching the slide show and simply watched her. She had to have been aware of it. There was no way she wasn’t, but she chose to pretend otherwise as she watched shot after shot of her in the water. Her face. Her eyes. Her breasts. Her magnificent ass….

Her breathing was getting noticeably… heavier. I felt a nudge against my thigh and realized that her legs had been slowly spreading the entire time. Glancing between her thighs, I detected a definite darkening of the material of her shorts, right where the opening of her pussy would be. I ached to touch her, but I didn’t, hoping that maybe she’d invite me to with a touch. Or a look. Or a word… Just the contact of her knee against my thigh was intoxicating, especially after polishing off a second beer in record time… I longed to get another or, even better, to grab my pipe and pack a bowl, but even more, I didn’t want this moment to end, so I kept watching as the photos of her with her hand in her panties appeared.

“I look… sexy?” she whispered, looking over at me as if for confirmation.

“Like a wet dream come to life,” I replied, knowing I was taking a chance as I met her gaze.

That made her giggle, thank god, as she went back to watching herself pushing her panties down her thighs as I zoomed in on her ass and she continued to masturbate, her hand moving between her legs. It was almost as if she wasn’t aware of it, or maybe she’d forgotten I was there. I didn’t break the spell, so I just watched as she started rubbing her pussy through her shorts, the slightly dark patch now obvious, her juices spreading across the material. I began to detect the intoxicating fragrance of her sex, breathing it in, my cock feeling like it might burst out of my jeans. God, I wanted to touch myself. Or, better, I wanted Summer to reach over and unzip my pants and…

Instead, I continued to be a voyeur, enjoying her performance, watching the image of her as she began to come on the screen of my tablet and then, a moment later, her coming on the wicker chair with a long drawn-out moan that built suddenly into a sharp cry of passion.

“Fuck,” she groaned, stretching out the word for a couple dozen heartbeats, her hand covering the wet patch on her shorts, her gaze unfocused, locked on the image of her on the screen…

We sat that way, wordless, neither of us knowing what to say or do, for a while. How long? It seemed forever but, in reality, it was probably only two or three minutes. Eventually, she looked away. Away from the table, away from me, away from the house, and then, without another word, she got up, blushing furiously, but giggling.

“I need to…”

What she ‘needed to’ I had no idea, but whatever it was, it involved hurrying back into the house and disappearing for a while. I wondered how long she’d be gone? Long enough for me to jerk off? I didn’t want to take the chance, but damn, I really really needed to. 

When she returned, I was still hard. Rock hard. I hadn’t moved, afraid that, if I did I’d… I don’t know what I’d do, only that I probably would regret it.

“Wow,” Summer said, a soft pink blush spreading across her cheeks. First thing I noticed was she’d changed. Another sundress which she seemed to favor. This one was a soft pastel green and trimmed with yellow. Her nipples were still hard and she was still breathing a little faster than normal.

Not sure what to say, I just nodded as she hovered around the table, looking slightly flustered before finally taking her seat. Like I said, I hadn’t moved, so she was right next to me, giving me a nice view of her profile before she finally turned and faced me, a shy frown on her face.

“Would you mind… taking more like that? Not right now, I mean, but… maybe tomorrow?”

Would I mind? I wanted to laugh or maybe throw my fist into the air and shout. Instead, I simply nodded, my gaze moving from her face to her tits and then back again.

“I’d love to.”

She helped me clean up after that, politely ignoring the bulge in my pants that didn’t seem willing to go away. By the time the dishes were done, I decided to excuse myself so I could do something about it. Summer seemed to understand… I think? I wasn’t sure, to be honest, so I just mumbled something about needing to edit some of the photos and took my tablet into the bedroom, closing the door behind me where I spent the next half hour jerking off to naked pictures of my niece until I blew my load all over my stomach and chest. Afterwards, I cleaned up as best as I could and took a shower, wondering where Summer had disappeared to as she didn’t seem to be anywhere in the house. Maybe she was still out on the back porch, I decided, not worrying about it too much, although, when I went to look, there was no sign of her. Her things were still there, as was the truck, so she must be nearby…

I found her a few minutes later, coming up from the cellar.

“I was exploring,” she told me.

“Find anything interesting?” I said, chuckling.

“No. I mean, yes, but not what I was looking for.”

“Which was?”

“Where do you keep your paintings?”

“Ah. Up in the attic. Would you like to see?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed and suddenly I remembered how young she was. Barely twenty if I recalled. Not to mention she was my sister’s daughter. I should be disgusted with myself. I wasn’t, though. I figured there would be plenty of time for soul searching and self-flagellation later. Right now, however, Summer wanted to see my attic.

There weren’t any stairs. Instead, there was a wooden ladder with a rope attached so you could pull it down. It was a bit inconvenient for taking canvasses up and down, but I managed. I’d like to say I was being a gentleman, allowing her to go first. The truth is I wanted to look up her skirt, and so I did, my pulse racing at the sight of her exposed pussy. She hadn’t bothered to put on panties. By the time she reached the top of the ladder, I was semi-hard again.

“It’s big.”

I’m sure she meant the attic space, but I had to chuckle at the timing as I followed her up. “Wow. You’ve got a lot of paintings up here.”

I joined her, nodding. I did. Mostly they were things I either hadn’t finished or didn’t intend to finish, not being entirely happy with them.

“A lot of rejects-“

“Really? But some of them are really beautiful.”

“Thanks. I’ve sold most of what is worth selling.”

“You don’t keep any for yourself?” She moved away from me slowly, examining the canvasses, pausing in front of a half-finished painting of the very pond we’d visited earlier.

“Not often. I love creating them. After that… well, I love getting them to people who will enjoy them. Plus, I need to make a living. That was the first attempt, by the way. I sold the second. That one I sometimes regret.”

“I wish I could see it,” she said, her voice thoughtful and far off as if remembering walking out into the water. Of taking off her clothes. Of masturbating as I took shot after shot…  “You always take pictures first?”

“Usually. It’s easier to use them as reference and if I take a photo instead of trying to stand out in the middle of a field with an easel, I don’t have to worry about the scene changing. It’s fixed in time.”

“What about… me?”

“You?”

“Are you going to paint me?”

I paused, regarding her. She had her back to me so I couldn’t see her expression. A blank canvas, so to speak. I hadn’t really thought about it, but now that she had planted the seed…

“Maybe.”

“Would you like to take more pictures?”

“Would you like me to?”

This time it was her turn to pause, moving towards another half-finished work, this one nothing more than a sketch, really, of a dilapidated old barn I’d discovered in my exploration of the countryside.

“Maybe,” she parroted, making me chuckle.

I left her alone up there, giving her some space, needing some myself. A lot had happened since Summer had shown up at my door – just yesterday! - and I needed a moment to… consider things, I guess. After a while, unable to think of anything else, I downloaded her pictures onto my laptop and started to skim through them, doing my best not to perv out on them. On her. In fact, I had another thought in mind. I did want to paint her. Eventually, I decided on the one in the water, her back turned to me, her panties around her thighs… she’d been masturbating when I took it and I wanted to catch the raw eroticism of the moment.

Of course, she chose that exact moment to emerge, climbing down the ladder as if she didn’t have a  care in the world.

“Be okay if I went for a walk?”

“Sure. Take your phone in case you get lost.”

“Yes, dad,” she teased with a grin, making me chuckle good-naturedly.

“Probably should put some panties on too,” I quipped, voicing my thoughts out loud. I regretted it immediately, but she just laughed softly, although I noticed her cheeks were burning.

“Why would I want to do that?”

When she left, she was still wearing the sundress, a pair of dry sneakers, and a small purse that she’d hung over one shoulder. As for panties… if I had a guess, I’d say she hadn’t put any on, not that I asked.

“We still on for dinner?”

“Sure,” I answered, distracted by the image of her on the screen. Soon as she was gone, I planned on sketching it on a piece of canvas.

“Cool. I’ll be back by then.”

Just like that, she was gone. As for me? I lost myself in my work…

I lost track of time. I guess she did, too. When she returned, the first hints of twilight tinged the sky.

“What are you working on?” she asked, curious.

“None of your business,” I told her, covering the canvas, hiding it from her eyes. “If you must know, it’s you. But you don’t get to see until it’s done.”

“How long will that take?”

I shrugged. “Depends. Go get changed and I’ll take you out.”

“Somewhere nice?” she asked, drawing my attention away from what I was doing.

“Not too nice. The food, though. Exquisite.”

We had a nice meal. I hadn’t lied. The food was excellent, as was the wine. Neither compared to Summer. Though. It was nice to be in the company of a pretty girl and, although it wasn’t a date, it felt a little like one. We spent the meal talking. Mostly she talked and I listened attentively. About her travels, mostly. She’d started out in Scandanavia and then wove her way through northern Europe. Germany, Belgium, and now, France. After this it was Italy, and then Spain, and then…?

“Home, I guess,” she shrugged, sounding less than enthusiastic.

“And then?”

“I don’t know. Mom wants me to go back to school, but I don’t know. She wants me to be her mini-me.”

“And what do you want?”

Again a shrug. It looked sexy on her. I should mention that she’d put on a loose floral print shirt and a long-sleeved sweater that buttoned up the front and looked like it had been painted on.  She looked… hot, especially with her barely contained nipples on display.    

“I like being on my own. Travelling. The museums. The sights. The history. I like the freedom. I feel like I’m still figuring out who I am. Is that weird?”

“Not at all,” I smiled, filling her wine glass. For the third time, not that I was really counting. She seemed fine. Maybe a little tipsy. Giggly, too. And, apparently, flirty, which I discovered after we’d finished dessert and left and she’d slipped her arm through mine, letting me act as escort.  

“I’m not ready to go back, yet. Is there somewhere near where we can just walk or something?”

There was a public garden nearby. I’d enjoyed it often. While we’d been dining, the sky had turned to night. A clear night sprinkled with stars and a sliver of moon. The avenue was well-lit, as were parts of the garden. Other parts, however, would be secluded and lost in shadows…

“Going to stop at the truck. Get my camera,” I told her. She didn’t say anything, casting her eyes around, taking in the ambience. I’d forgotten. I’d been living here for close to a decade now and it had become familiar. I could still remember exploring, though, seeing everything for the first time. It seemed almost magical…

I hadn’t planned on bringing the camera. A last-minute whim, really. Now I was glad I had.

The ‘garden’ was more of a park surrounded by a stylish waist-high wrought iron fence. There were several pathways, all of which led through various sections of well-tended beds of a variety of colorful flora. Benches were spaced out along the illuminated brick paths as was the occasional small sculpture. Beyond the flower beds was a lush lawn, surrounded by a low hedge. There was even a small maze at one end. And beyond that, a small wooded copse through which a small stream flowed beneath an ornate stone bridge crossing over.

“It’s so pretty,” Summer breathed, obviously enchanted.  “Like a fairy tale garden.”

“I like coming here. Especially in the evenings. It’s peaceful. Quiet.” Private, I thought to myself. 

“Wait a minute,” she told me as we entered, taking a seat on one of the benches and removing her sneakers so that she was barefoot, giggling as she wiggled her toes, an almost child-like gesture. I offered her my arm and she took it once more, her shoes dangling from her free hand as we navigated the flower beds. It was nice. It had been a while since I’d had a girl on my arm. Even longer since I’d had one as enticing and tempting as my niece. Summer didn’t feel the need to talk, apparently, which was fine with me. I was perfectly content with the comfortable silence that had settled over us, though there was the occasional exception when she felt the need to point out something that had caught her eye. Purple irises. Champagne roses. A figure cast in bronze. According to the plate on his pedestal, he had been the mayor two centuries ago.

“Can we go in the maze?”

“Sure.”

“What if we get lost?”

I smiled at that, pulling her along with me.  “I’ll call in a rescue team.”

She laughed and followed along, barefoot, the lights illuminating the reddish gold of her hair. Having walked it before, I knew the trick. She, however, didn’t, so I let her lead and, of course, she got us lost. Several times, in fact. Determination, however, eventually led us to the center.

“We made it. No thanks to me,” she chuckled.

“I thought you did splendidly.”

The center was as I remembered it. A small wrought iron gazebo painted white and decorated with curlicues stood in the center, closely resembling a bird cage.  Summer released my arm so that she could get a closer look. After a moment of thought, I uncased my camera and played with the settings. I never used the flash. It created an unnatural light. There was enough ambient light from the stars and the park lights, not to mention the lights from the surrounding neighborhoods for what I hoped to capture. Remembering her as she’d stood in the pond earlier, I felt my pulse quicken. Maybe I’d get lucky again and she’d let her inhibitions go just like she’d just dropped her sneakers on the paving stones…

Despite her being a little tipsy, she looked full of grace as she circled the gazebo, fingers trailing over the delicate-looking iron rods. She seemed perfectly content to ignore me, not that I took offense. I wanted her to forget that I was here, just like earlier, when she’d only given me the occasional acknowledgement as I shot her, which was what I was doing right now. I wanted to capture everything. Only the soft click of the camera betrayed me, but it was easy enough to ignore. I just hoped that we weren’t disturbed. While we were wandering about I’d seen others doing the same, but not many, and mostly they seemed content to enjoy the flowerbeds. Conveniently, the maze was slightly off the beaten path and, late as it was growing?

I”d sat in on modeling sessions once or twice. The model had always been aware of where the camera was. Every move, every gesture, every facial expression was aimed at an audience. Summer, though… earlier, except for one or two moments when she glanced back at me, seemed blissfully unaware of having an audience. Either that or she simply didn’t care. This time wasn’t any different. Occasionally she would pause and turn her face towards me as if she’d suddenly remembered I was there. Or maybe she just wanted to make sure she wasn’t alone?

I did my best to anticipate those moments, zooming in on her face, wanting to capture her eyes and her tentative smile, trying to keep up with her as she played with a button on her sweater. Popping it open then rebuttoning it again. Indecisive. I felt my cock swelling in my pants, tenting them. I did my best to ignore it, too intent on getting every moment of a performance that was not a performance on film. Occasionally I’d let the lens wander, capturing the movement of her shadow as it brushed over thin white bars. I wondered how far she’d go…

This wasn’t some tawdry strip tease, I thought. It was simply Summer being Summer. I’d learned enough about her over the last two days to know that much. It was almost innocent. It was innocent, although my reaction was less so. God, I wanted her. Hungered for her in a way I hadn’t desired a woman in ages. Perhaps ever. I pushed that thought aside as best as I could as I continued to take photos, zooming in on her face and chest as she undid not one, but two buttons, exposing a great deal of cleavage. And the look in her eyes… 

She was staring right at me, drawing me into her intimate world. I held my breath, not wanting to spoil the moment, the only movement my finger tapping the shutter, not wanting to miss a single moment as she kept going, unbuttoning another. And another until there were no more, baring her taut stomach and god help me, her breasts.  I could see her nipples. Hard and yet soft and pink. I felt a stirring in my loins. Not that I hadn’t been hard before, but the moment was so erotically charged that I actually let out a soft sigh of pure hunger. Then, she almost broke me, her mouth curving into an amused, knowing smile as she laid the tip of her finger against her lips, kissing, licking, sucking it into her open mouth, her tongue sliding over it until it was nice and wet, and then…

It was as if time stood still around her as she played the part of erotic goddess. She brushed her finger over the tip of her nipple, visibly shuddering with pleasure, her eyes drifting closed, her lips parting. I heard her sigh with pleasure as she teased herself. First one nipple, and then the other, her tits rising and falling with each breath, quickening as she continued to tease both herself and me. I began to do the same, matching her rhythm almost perfectly, my chest rising and falling, anticipation digging its fingers into me.

I could have watched her forever… and yet, there was a part of me that was becoming impatient as I replayed our day at the pond, watching her play with herself, her back turned to me so I was unable to see her do it, just watch as she did.

I wondered if she could read my mind as she let her hand drift over her tummy and began tracing the waistband of her skirt with a single painted nail. I noticed her brow furrowing softly as if in thought. It was gone so quickly that I thought I might have imagined it. A moment later she was giggling as she turned around in a circle, her back to me, her ass pushed out, bending slightly as she wiggled it in my direction, drawing my attention as she drew her skirt up, revealing the backs of her thighs and then her lovely rounded cheeks. And then, another giggle as she let it fall, covering herself just as I realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Can we go back now?”

“Now?” I asked, my voice cracking a little.

Another giggle. She was still tipsy, I decided as she simply nodded. Fuck.

She left her sweater unbuttoned so that it only hid part of her breasts, leaving her nipples on display. The walk back to the truck would take us past several businesses, some of them still open. There might even be people in the park. It was impossible to tell here in the center of the maze.

“Sure,” I told her, putting away the camera, a little disappointed in all honesty. I wanted more. Much more.  “You should… you know.” I gestured at her sweater. At her breasts.

“Why?” She looked genuinely puzzled, an adorable frown playing on her lips, reminding me once again how young she was.  “People here aren’t like they are back home, I thought.”

“Prudes?”

She nodded in agreement, then slipped her arm through mine like she had earlier.

“I have no idea which way to go,” she admitted with a shy smile. 

I did. There were a few people in the park when we exited the walls of the hedge maze. Not near enough to get a good look, but near enough to notice if they looked long enough, though no one did. The walk along the avenue, however, was another matter. We passed several people out for a stroll, just like us, out for the fresh air or a meal or a drink. I couldn’t help but smile every time Summer, or rather her breasts, were noticed. She’d blush, turning slightly towards me, her chin down, gazing at the sidewalk and yet, she never covered up. The opposite, in fact. After once such encounter, she pulled her sweater open so that her entire chest was exposed, much to the delight of a pair of older gentlemen, one of whom muttered ‘Oo la la’ under his breath, accompanying it with a wink. She giggled at that and smiled a little brighter.

Eventually, we reached the truck where she removed her sweater entirely before putting on her seat belt.

“They really are magnificent,” I told her, turning the key in the starter.

“You think so?”

“Très incroyable, mademoiselle.”

“Merci,” she replied, the word so quiet I could barely make it out.

We drove on in silence as I attempted to pay more attention to the road than I did to her. Not an easy feat, although I managed to make it back into the house without running into any trees.

“That was fun. Thanks.”

“It was.”

“What now? I’m not really tired.”

Now? Now I want to take you into my bedroom and ravish you and listen to your cries of pleasure until we’re both too tired to move. I didn’t voice it out loud, though. Instead…

“I don’t know. What are you in the mood for?”

Looking thoughtful, she undid her belt and exited the truck, her sweater on one hand, her purse in the other.  “Can we smoke some more of your pot?”

“Sure. We could do that. We could also play a board game. I have a few in the closet."

We ended up doing both, seated across from each other at the dining room table. And yes, she was still topless. And tipsy. And now, stoned. So was I. I’d also grabbed a beer, offering her one as well, but she passed, saying she didn’t really need it and could she have an ice-cold glass of lemonade instead, which I happily supplied.

“Do you know cribbage?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Good enough.”

I got out the board while she got out the tin in the cupboard and loaded up my pipe, offering me the first hit.

“It is yours, after all,” she said with a playful grin.

By the time we were done, I was stoned. She was too, both of us missing a few obvious points. She wasn’t terrible. She could have been better if she took the game seriously, but she didn’t get skunked, so…

“Mom likes to play.”

“I knew that. You play with her?”

“When I was younger. Now, not so much. She never has time, you know?”

“I can imagine.”

“I… like when you look at me. How you look at me…” She had the most enchanting blush. I didn’t think I could ever tire of it. I gazed across the table at her. She put a lot of effort into not meeting my eyes. Instead, she took a hit, coughing a little when she finally exhaled.

“And I enjoy looking at you.”

“And taking pictures?”

“Yes. And taking pictures.”

She didn’t say anything for the longest time, just passing the pipe to me and then sipping her lemonade, obviously enjoying it, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure as she set the glass down. As I took another hit, I watched her hands disappear. From where I sat, it looked like she'd set them on her lap, folded like a prim and proper young lady…

“I like when you… when you watch me too…”

I coughed, burning my throat a little as a small cloud of sweet-smelling smoke left my mouth. Like dragon smoke, I thought absently as leaned slightly forward. I could see her upper arms moving slightly. It wasn’t obvious, at least not at first, but it was easy for me to guess. She was playing with herself. Whether she had her hands in her skirt outside, I couldn’t tell, but she was definitely touching herself.

“You’re very beautiful, Summer. Especially when you…” I nodded, thrusting my chin out slightly, acknowledging that I knew without having to say it.

“I feel beautiful. When you watch me, I mean. Is that weird?”

“Not at all. Maybe unusual, but not weird.”

“Cool.”

That seemed to be the end of the conversation. The end of the bowl, too, which was fine. She was far more intoxicating, after all. Folding my arms across the edge of the table, I simply watched while she seemed to drift off into a world of her own, one of pure pleasure…

I watched as her nipples began to thicken, reddening, pointing straight out at me. Not that they had ever softened, but now, they looked incredibly hard and swollen. I wondered what she’d do if I were to reach across the table and touch one. TheyTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.