Caught on Camera: Part Four by Lily Harlem Page B

naked woman attached to him, I felt excited. I felt curious. I wanted to know what it was like to have Jane’s alabaster breasts pressed against my bare skin. I already knew what it was like to be pressed against Tim—I’d done that a million times, I loved it—but what I wanted to know was did her peaked little nipples press hard like pencil points or did they soften and flatten like disks?
    I watched Tim run his hands down her long, graceful back. His fingers dipped into the arch of her spine and rested a whisker above her miniscule behind. I took another slug of wine. Her skin was sheet white, not a blue vein or red blemish in sight. It was flawless, like porcelain. I wanted to touch it.
    Finally, they released one another.
    “I’ve invited Teresa and Carl over tonight,” Jane threw in Matt’s direction.
    Matt raised his left brow and a ghost of a smile travelled over his lips. “Good.”
    “They’re our friends from the village,” Jane went on. “Carl did some electrical work for us last year.”
    “And Teresa keeps an eye on the place when we’re away,” Matt said, swigging from his beer. “They’re a nice couple, very…er, obliging.”
    Jane looked down at her left breast, brought up a hand and swept it over the entire mound, once, twice, three times. “Pesky insect,” she muttered.
    Lucky insect, I thought.
     
    * * * *
     
    I decided to make the most of the evening sunshine and take a swim as Jane and Matt prepared dinner. I offered to help but was shooed out the kitchen with exclaims of, “Absolutely not, you’re on holiday, Annie. Go and have fun.”
    The water was deliciously cool on my sizzling body and I did several fast laps to use up adrenaline. An afternoon watching Jane’s every move like a starving hawk watched a mouse had done seriously strange things to my thought process, not to mention my libido.
    “Why didn’t you take off your bikini top like Jane did?” Tim asked, swimming up behind me at an Olympic pace. I thought I’d been alone and his presence dragged my thoughts away from Jane sitting with her legs wantonly stretched apart on the lounger.
    I turned, rested my back against the tiles and dragged in a calming breath. The water tickled at my shoulders. “Because my boobs are nothing on hers. Hers are so perfect.”
    Tim glided right up to me in the water, a lusty glint in his eyes. “I think yours are perfect,” he said with the deep huskiness his voice took on when he thought about sex. “I like a decent handful, not just enough to nip between my thumb and finger.” As he spoke, he delved his hand into my bikini top and gently squeezed my generous flesh. I melted into his touch and imagined myself doing the same to Jane. Squeezing and releasing her delicate buds. Catching her nipples between my thumb and index finger and teasing them to puckered twists of skin. Playing with them until they couldn’t get any harder and she groaned in part pain, part ecstasy.
    The erotic image made me sigh and I fluttered my eyelids shut, wishing Tim would treat my nipples with the same roughness I would Jane’s.
    Tim stepped between my legs and pressed a steely erection against my stomach. Lightning fast, his other hand travelled over my submerged behind, lifted my right leg and hooked it around his waist.
    “Tim,” I said, opening my eyes.
    “What, baby?”
    “What are you doing?”
    “I’m just about to bury myself deep inside you.” His mouth searched for mine and his tongue dipped in.
    I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away. “Not here, not in the pool. They’re in the kitchen, they’ll see us.”
    He grinned. “No, they headed upstairs a few minutes ago, either to get changed or do the same thing we’re going to do.” His mouth found mine again as he shoved his swim shorts down to release his penis. I glanced at the kitchen window. It was dark and I couldn’t see any movement. I looked up at the bedroom windows as Tim pulled aside the crotch on my bikini