Caught on Camera: Part Four by Lily Harlem Page A

pool was like a torch beam shining in my eyes.
    “Annie.” Matt’s voice boomed from a under a red parasol attached to the side of the cottage. “Over here.”
    I peered into the glowing red shadows. Rising from a luxurious wooden lounger was a tall, impossibly elegant woman with sinewy, ballerina limbs. She had an enviable fluidness to her movements as she slipped into flat sandals and glided towards me.
    As she stepped into the sunlight, her hair remained as scarlet as it had under the parasol. Her poker straight bob was a dynamic, boldly artificial colour chopped a fraction above her shoulders. She wore nothing but a tiny pair of bright yellow bikini bottoms with big looping bows at her hips. I noticed her thighs didn’t touch at all, not even at the top. There was just a neat straight line separating her legs that suggested only a hint of the intimate flesh beneath.
    “So glad you could come, Annie.” Her voice was like milk and honey, rounded and plumy. “I’ve been looking forward to your visit all week.” She stopped right in front of me.
    I smiled. “Thanks for inviting us.” I tried not to stare at her bare breasts, but since they were only a foot from my face and just below my eye level, it was hard not to. They were, like the rest of her, utterly perfect. Unlike mine which were on the large side with darkly tinged nipples, hers were small and pert. There was a solid weight to the under curve but it didn’t drag them down; just made them the perfect size for a palm to cup. Her nipples were the most delicate shade of petal pink I’d ever seen. It was hard to tell where her pale flesh ended and the areola began. They were erect too, hard little points looking up to the sky.
    My mouth went dry. Aware I was studying her a little too closely, I fumbled for words. “Tim, has er…just nipped to the bathroom.”
    She rolled her dove grey eyes. “He always did have a weak bladder.” She laughed then, a delicate tinkle. It was quite contagious and I smiled with her.
    “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Matt said, walking up behind Jane and resting his hand on her waist.
    “Yes.”
    “Yes.”
    Jane and I had answered his question in unison and he tipped his head back and let out a deep rumble of a laugh. “Excellent,” he said. “Couldn’t be better, excellent stuff.”
    I shifted my feet and took a sip of wine. Felt an irritating heat rise on my cheeks.
    “Oh, so sweet,” Jane said, her neat angular features softening in amusement. “She’s blushing.” She tipped her neck down and grazed her lips across first my left then my right cheek. “So sweet,” she murmured. “So, so sweet.”
    My heart beat against my chest like a captive butterfly. I’d never been attracted to a woman before, never been hit by someone’s sexuality the way Jane was hitting me with hers. There was nothing subtle about it, but at the same time, it wasn’t demanding. It just was. It was there.
    “Tim.” Jane suddenly sidestepped round me, halting my examination of the tiny galaxy of freckles sprinkled on the bridge of her nose. “Tim, darling, so great to see you. You look fabulous…as always.”
    I turned to see Tim strolling across the patio minus his t-shirt. Dark coils of chest hair tapered into a neat line which disappeared under the low waistband of his jeans. His torso was wasted in the stock exchange—he should have been earning his millions modelling for Armani. “Jane.” He grinned, holding out his arms. “It’s been too long.”
    They came together in a tight, genuine embrace. Tim went so far as to lift her off the ground in a sweeping three-sixty swing. She squealed daintily and squeezed her arms tighter around his neck. He set her down, and they beamed as they kissed one another’s cheeks and exclaimed how amazingly well the other looked.
    They kept their chests pressed together as they conducted this ritual. I was fascinated. Rather than feeling insanely jealous that my man had a beautiful, practically