I thought it was bad enough that I was seeing naked women all over the place now. And not just naked women, but Piper and Josie and yes, Aurora. Now… I cannot stop thinking about Aurora’s panties! What am I going to do? Return them? Hey, Aurora, you left your white panties, with the lace, and a faint yellow stain in my car. No, I didn’t smell them at all. Why would I smell your panties. Or, I could just keep them and pretend I didn’t know anything about them. If she asks about them, I might ask if she could describe them. Were they white with lace and a faint yellow stain? Nope, haven’t seen them OR smelled them. I really wanted to keep them though and I didn’t know why. I wasn’t going to wear them and I don’t consider myself a thief. The right thing to do would be give them back. That is how my Mom raised me. My Mom. Now I am thinking about my Mom and Aurora’s panties at the same time! This is crazy. If my Mom knew I was taking pictures of women having sex… wait, if I am here, then Mom and Dad had sex. After watching the DICE, twice now having sex, what did my parents do?
I have decided. I am going to return the panties on the next shoot. That’s it! Decision made. What a relief?
I have been keeping them on my nightstand next to my bed. Just so I won’t lose them. Sometimes I find myself staring at them. Then I will pick them up and look at the faint yellow stain. And of course, since no one is around, I will smell them. Not a big deal. I briefly wondered if I should wash them. But then, I have never washed a woman’s panties before and what if I ruined them. No, better just to return them as is. With the white lace and the faint yellow stain and that smell of…
Strange, but I found myself forgetting things. Like what day it was or I would buy some milk and discover I already had milk in the fridge. Sometimes I found myself staring at Aurora’s panties while lying in bed not knowing exactly how I got there. Or looking at the photos of the DICE without realizing it. Must have been strictly for artistic purposes.
I almost forgot about the last phone call I had with Ivan. The girls were annoyed I didn’t help them clean up. Clean up what? What was I supposed to clean up? Wash their baseball uniforms? Wash… wait. That is not possible. I mean no way. But what if that is what they wanted? It’s in my contract and that contract is really good. I will be set for life, but I can’t do that. What would Mom think?
I wasn’t getting much sleep. If I wasn’t staring at Aurora’s panties, I would wake up with them on my face.
Work was the same old thing. I would just see naked female employees covered in flour and pizza sauce. There were male employees, but I never really saw them. I would make my deliveries and women would come to the doors completely naked. I was seeing naked women everywhere. Is something wrong with me? I started feeling trapped. My life was … moderately normal. Until I went to that hotel room and met the DICE. I photographed beautiful naked women… doing things. Maybe I am addicted? But to what? The money? I almost forgot. My pay on the second shoot was double the first! Ivan said the first shoot was a tryout to see how I did. This is really like an easy gig. So, what was bothering me?
Classes had ended and it just became the tedium of delivering pizzas and waiting for the next shoot. I did attempt to take some photos, but they too became mundane. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Ivan called and gave the schedule for the next shoot. It was going to be at the Mansion. It was to be a bikini shoot by the pool. Apparently, the Mansion had a pool. I was looking forward to seeing the Mansion. I only saw it from the road. I had my camera equipment packed days ahead. I started to get into professional mode. I now knew what I should be expecting from the ladies. Plenty of flesh, changing in front of me and then they will do their thing. I just have to stay cool and focused.
I hadn’t washed to car yet and the smell of melted soft serve vanilla ice cream permeated throughout my car. It reminded me of the DICE doing their thing in the back seat. I was almost at the Mansion when I realized I had forgot Aurora’s panties. The ones with the white lace and faint yellow stain that smelled… oh well, if she doesn’t say anything I won’t either.
All three warmly greeted me at the gate. They were already in bikinis and they took me on a tour of the Mansion. I have never been in such a massive home. The garage itself was like two of my apartments put together. Huge living room fireplace, a dining room that could easily fit 20 guests. I don’t even know 20 people. The kitchen was immaculately clean and fully stocked. I asked about the upstairs, but Aurora said we could see that later. Okay. We exited the Mansion through the patio doors onto the pool area that was fully enclosed. And then we got to work. Not sure if you could call what the girls did as work. It looked more like play to me.
They did their poses in and out of the water. On lawn chairs. There was a patio table that contained a number of different bikinis. And as I suspected, they had no problem changing in front of me. I just took it in stride. They lathered themselves with sunscreen and oils. It made their skin glow. Of course, Aurora still wore her glasses. I have to say, I was becoming more comfortable with the ladies. It just seemed we knew what to expect from each other. They would spread their legs or bend over grabbing their bums. Sticking out their tongues making naughty faces. Sometimes they would pose half naked and sometimes they would pose with nothing on and still spreading their legs and sometimes touching themselves. I became aware that it was these times when they … started touching themselves that it would lead to them doing other things. I just kept on taking pictures.
It was a nice day and I thought the photos were going to turn out great. I was feeling really good.
Then Aurora said that they were going to need help cleaning up. Oh my god. I forgot. Okay. What do you need help cleaning up? I think I said that, but not entirely sure. Just follow us they said. They were naked. So, I followed them back into the Mansion and they headed for the stairs. I remember watching their naked bums going up the stairs.
Then, I was in my car. I had started it. The smell of melted soft serve vanilla ice cream brought me back. What had happened? Naked bums going up the stairs and now I am in my car! I almost went back inside, but I didn’t want to appear like an idiot. I drove home. All the time, just wondering. I have never blacked out before or had a memory lapse. It’s kind of scary. I don’t feel drugged. In fact, I was feeling pretty good. For some reason I had a flashback of my first real hunting trip with my dad. Wasn’t sure why I would think of that, but I did. The first deer I shot. It was a ten-point buck. At the time, it seemed huge to me. I remember my dad cutting out the liver and saying every true hunter must take a bite of their first kill. It was like a rite of passage. I trusted my dad so I did as I was told. Blood dripping down my chin. Odd taste. He marked my cheeks with blood. I really didn’t feel any different. But then I realized that it was a short time later that I saw that beaver swimming in the lake. My spirit animal. Was there a connection?
I snapped out of my thoughts. I went to my computer and loaded up the pics I had just taken of the DICE. I enjoyed checking over my work before sending the pics to Ivan. I studied the women more closely. At least more closely than before. Their skin glistened in the sun with water or sunscreen. Their hair captured my attention. Josie had a darker auburn hair colour. A little curly. I noticed the snake tattoo that wound about her left leg. It was very colourful. The tail started near her ankle with the head disappearing in her pubic hair. Interesting. I zoomed in and was even able to see finer hairs around her belly button and on her arms. Neck hairs. I looked at Piper and well, the first thing that stands out is her incredible chest but she too had fine blonde hairs on her chest. Her hair was very blonde and it matched her neatly trimmed pubic hairs. She had fine hairs running from below her tailbone up her backside. Just fascinating really. Then there was Aurora. Aurora had armpit hair. I always thought women shaved their armpits. Why was she different? She had sandy blonde hair on her head that fell loosely to her shoulders. Her armpit hair and pubic hair were the same colour. But she even had fine hairs all over her body that at first glance you wouldn’t really notice. Even her legs. Did she shave at all? Her upper lip had similar small hairs, but on her it just seemed normal. Like there was anything normal about Aurora. I was looking at a shot of her spreading her legs. Her hands were down spreading… well, they were spreading. I was just looking at her wet pubic hair and not the pink between her fingers. It was easier not getting distracted by zooming in closer. She had soft hairs around … the pink… and it was dripping… wet. I shook my head. It was dark outside and I was tired. I shot off my computer deciding that I would send the pics the next day. I went to bed and automatically grabbed Aurora’s white lace panties with the faint yellow stain and placed them over my face. That peculiar smell lulled me to sleep like a drug.
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