Risque Photos 2

"Never use 'em," he grinned at her, resting a hand on her shoulder.
"Afterall, what difference would it make anyway?"
"Yeah I guess you're right. It wouldn't make any difference now
would it?" She walked back to her boss. "So you took pictures of
him before?"

"Yep. And his mother and sister, too."
"Just family shots, huh? Like the kind you get at Penny's?"
"Oh, I don't think they'd take those kind, Colleen."
Colleen didn't need a brick to fall on her. She understood perfectly. As she watched him undress, she casually remarked, "He sure isn't shy. Is he?"
"No, he isn't. And he wasn't shy then either. As a matter of
fact I recall that his zipper got stuck."

"And?"
"I helped get it unstuck, is all." Debbie looked over at Mark as
Colleen adjusted the lights. "Well, I'll say one thing, kid," as she
admired his figure, "you haven't changed much."
"Is that a cut, Debbie?"

"Not in the least. Though I don't know if they'd hire you." She
turned to her assistant. "Colleen, do you think he looks too young?"
She looked at his figure, admiring every inch of the naked body
in front of her, and answered with a wide smile, "Oh, I don't know.
He looks okay to me."

Debbie snapped a few pictures and, as usual, Mark obliged her with
various poses. He even obliged her various shots on the bench. "Oh,
Mark, you sure are a trooper."

"I'll say he is." She took a robe to Mark. "Here, Deb's done.
You can put this on."

"That's okay, sweetie," he remarked as he cast it aside. As he
looked at her, her blouse still unbuttoned, he added, "I guess it's
your turn now." He noticed her sheepish nod, adding, as he touched her arm, "If you blush it'll show up on film."
"Tooshay," she blurted out. Starting to remove her blouse, she
asked, "Does anybody mind if I don't use that silly room?"

"Knock yourself out, sweetie." He went over by Debbie and together
they watched her undress. Removing her bra caused Mark to whisper to
Debbie, "Kinda nice. You agree?"
"Sure, I guess. If you like that sort of thing."

Remembering what she was told before, she asked, fiddling with the
zipper on the front of her skirt, "Anybody know how to get these things unstuck?" She looked at her boss. "You've had experience with
these dang things."

"Well, I don't know much about those, Colleen." Turning to Mark,
she asked, "You know anything about skirt zippers?"
"Well, I don't know. Never encountered one before. Heck, I always
thought they were in the back."

"They usually are. But she's got to be different." Watching her
assistant struggle to undo the zipper, she added, "Mark, give her a
hand, will you? She's having a devil of a time with that thing."
"Look, I don't care who does it." Pleadingly she looked at both of
them, beckoning, "I got it stuck on my panties." As Mark walked towards her she watched his penis flop side to side and smiled. "Oh,
thank you, kind knight." She curtsyed towards him.

"Always help a damsel in distress. That's what my mom always
said." Surveying the dire situation confronting him, he added, 
"Looks like it's stuck good."

"Well, what do you propose we do?" Pleadingly she looked into his
eyes. "Afterall, I wouldn't want to snag anything else if you know
what I mean."

Laughing he said, "Well, young lady, you're sure in a pickle." He
looked at her, admiring her medium-sized breasts, adding, "Tell me
this, sweetie, why do have to wear your skirts so tight?"
"Cause it flaunts my ass, silly. Does that present a problem?"
"Could. . . definitely. Afterall, I wouldn't want to snag your
bush in it." Thinking a moment he asked, "Why don't you sit on the
bench? Maybe I can get it then." She obliged him. Kneeling down in
front of her, he commented casually, "You'll have to spread your legs
a little." 

"This far enough?"
"Oh, yeah, that'll be fine. Now I hope you don't think I'm getting
too bold."

"You do whatever you think is best."
Mark smiled up at Debbie who was standing right behind him. Slowly
he slid his hand up her thigh and sliding it under her skirt he raised
it slightly. Taking a look underneath, he gasped, "Gee, this is stuck
pretty good."

As his hand grazed against her panties she squirmed jerking her
foot into his balls. "Just do it if you have too."

"I may have to go inside."
"Whatever."
She was openly inviting his hand into her panties. Though he didn't want to openly take advantage of the situation he realized that
he just might have to. "It wouldn't bother you, Colleen?"
"If you really have to, then just do it."

"I think it'd be better if you lay on the bench." Obliging him,
he added, standing up and bending over her, "Stuck your tummy in so
I can get in there."

He slipped a hand into the waistband of her skirt quickly sliding
it into her panties. The other hand he stuck underneath her skirt.
Working both hands simultaneously he was able to free the zipper. He
smiled at her as he zipped it down completely. "Shave do we?"
"Just a bit," she blushed. Standing up the skirt fell away. "Does
that bother you that I shave down there?"

"Not really.
"Good, I'm glad about that." She slipped off her pink frillies.
Trying to be funny, she quipped, "Well, Mister DeMille, I'm ready for
my closeup."

They both laughed. Stepping back towards the cameras they both
admired her voluptuously tight little body. Debbie snapped a few pictures. As she was snapping, she commented, with a laugh, "You know, since I go there so often, maybe I should get paid for it. You
understand, don't you? I mean, why should I have to pay them."
"You wouldn't be embarrassed about him being here?"
"Not in the least. Afterall, Colleen, he's seen me naked before."
"You want me to take the pictures then?"

"Well, I guess you'll have too. Won't you?" Debbie posed for some
pictures, openly flaunting herself. Afterall, she was just joking
about actually working at Sunnyvale Resort. As Colleen took various
pictures of her boss, in various stages of undress, Debbie commented,
"Mind if I get a little bold?"

"What do you mean?"
"Just this, Colleen," she remarked as she took off her panties. Openly she flaunted her red bush in front of them allowing them to see her light tan lips. Her outlandish gyrations caused them to quiver convulsively.

"Oh, wow, Deb, that's sexy!" The flash went off numerous times as
Debbie openly, without the least bit of embarrassment, palmed her tits and fingered her pussy. "Let me put this thing on auto."
"Oh, do you want to join me?"
"Well, actually, I was thinking of both of us joining in the
pictures."

Mark could feel, as he watched her openly flaunt herself to them,
his penis swelling up erect. "Sure, why not."
Colleen looked at him noticing his erect penis. Deliberately passing him closer than she really should her hand slapped against it.
Mark obliged by slapping her butt. "nice ass, sweetie."

"Nice dick, honey," she answered as they both came over to the
bench.
"You know I thought the very same thing the first time I saw it,
too." She smiled at Mark and, looking at his stiff member, asked,
rather bluntly, "Want to stick it again?"

Smiling at her, he groped a hand into her red patch. "Sure,
Debbie," he answered quickly, slipping a finger into her pussy.
Colleen watched his finger slowly pumping her boss. After a few 
minutes, she commented, "Hey, Mark, you got two hands. Don't you?"
"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you could put it to some use, you know." Smiling at him,
she grinned, "Afterall it shouldn't just hang there."
"Yeah, Colleen, maybe you're right." He groped a hand into her
trimmed black haired mound. Fondling her generously he slowly slipped a finger past her lips.
As his finger entered she squirmed slightly. As his finger pumped
into her she closed her legs thereby tightening herself up. She was
not hesitant and slowly started humping herself against the finger
that was penetrating her vaginal cavity.

Debbie looked over at her and, noticing the look of pleasure in her
countenance, commented, "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"
"Oh for sure," she sighed. She could feel herself starting to
cum. "Oh yeah, I sure am, Deb." 

Suddenly she started to wimper with delight just as Debbie breathed
heavily. As his finger pumped, probbed, deeper into both their pussies, they were taking turns stroking his erection. All three
ejaculated in unison as the camera clicked, and flashed, its last picture.
"Wow, girls," Mark remarked, trying to catch his breath, "that sure
felt good."

Debbie went over to the camera. "I'll put in some more film." As
she witdrew the roll of film, she remarked, "Hey, be a bunch of dears
and clean up." Inserting the next roll of film she turned to both
of them. "Let's see, what kind of pictures should we take now?"