Photographic Memory

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Mr. Marcus has had a couple of experiences with his boss's boss's boss's Tashun's niece Reese. Due to a business trip, he's about to get to know a co-workers daughter quite well. Smile pretty and say, "Cum."

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Word spread quickly that I was an asset on sales trips. Just my luck. Though, with Harriett jetting all over the country, sitting home alone, even with a substantial and growing porn collection of books, videos and photos, was tiresome. So, when I got the email that I was going to see a customer alone, I was quite shocked. I wasn't the shake-hands, smiley-faced deal closer. I was the factual, technically astute back room guy who got overpromises delivered.

The presentation, fortunately, was to a technical team at one of our existing clients. And the material had already been compiled into one of those obnoxious slide presentations. I was told to show the slides but not read them, as some of the sales geeks did, talk about the topic on the slide, ask for questions and move on.

One quirk in this smooth plan was that Archie Green was updating the current version of the presentation with new products and he was home sick. I needed to stop at his house on the way to the airport and pick up an electronic copy. No paper handouts with this client, who'd gone completely paperless. Passing out copies of the presentation from a tall stack of sacrificed trees would insult their culture, something even I knew to avoid.

Archie's nose was raw from generic tissues when he answered the door in his bathrobe. His voice was nasal. "Good, you're here. I've got the presentation almost ready on my computer."

Almost? I had to leave, and quickly. I followed him through the bedroom wing of his ranch home. We passed a girl's bedroom, with pink walls and clothes strewn on the floor. A white blouse and familiar plaid skirt lay on the top of the pile. That was Inga's uniform. "Is your daughter in private school?"

"Sure thing. Got to keep her away for sex, drugs and violence."

I chuckled to myself.

The next room was a spare bedroom, the family office. An older PC sat on a desk cluttered with sheets and scraps of paper, CDs without envelopes, magazines, you name it. The presentation was on screen. Looked good to me. I pulled out my trusty USB thumb drive. "Put it on here."

"How much space is available on that thing?"

The thumb drive held my traveling porn set, for keeping me occupied in the hotel room. Saved me big bucks on X-rated movie rentals. "A couple hundred meg. Should be enough."

Archie shook his head and snarfed mucus before it dripped from his nose. "Tashun made me add a personal video. Takes just under two gig."

Shit! I didn't have time for this. The file was too big for a CD. "You got a DVD burner in that thing?"

Archie repeated his negative head motion. "Nope."

I saw that Archie's PC was wired directly into DSL. No home network, so we couldn't use file sharing to get the monster presentation off his PC onto my Mac laptop.

"Now what?" he asked.

"You got anything else? Memory cards or something with larger capacity?"

Archie's eyebrows and the corner of his lips rose. "Claire has a digital camera I got for her birthday. And a two gig memory card." Archie stumbled from the room and returned with a USB media reader with a card sticking out of one of the slots. He plugged the device into his computer and checked for available space. "Damn thing is almost half full."

"Tell you what. I'll burn the contents of the memory card onto a blank CD while you finish your work. Then we'll copy the presentation onto the card."

"Great!" Archie unplugged the media reader and handed it to me. Then he pointed to a spindle of blank disks. While he typed, clicked, changed fonts and repositioned text boxes, I burnt the camera data onto the blank CD. It just fit.

"Done," he announced.

"Me too." I erased the memory card, unmounted it and handed him the media reader. He dutifully saved the updated presentation to the card. In a flash, I was out the door.

I slept in the airport at the gate and again on the airplane. The droning hum of the engine was white noise, letting me catch up on too many late nights surfing for college girls who'd gone wild and naked.

My plan was to check into the hotel and read though the presentation to get comfortable with the sequence of topics and see what new products and services they'd added. I knew the background and details like my own name, so there wouldn't have to be any learning. When I opened my Mac laptop, I noticed the icon for the CD. Damn, I hadn't left Archie the CD I'd burned with his photos. From his daughter's camera. Hmm. I opened my favorite slide show player, the one I'd use to view my erotic photo collection and pointed it at the CD. The CD drive whirred and clicked to life. In a few seconds, the first picture arrived on screen. Was this Claire? I advanced with a click. The next photo was of the same young lady. Someone else had taken these pictures because Claire's hands were in the frames and the angle couldn't have been achieved using a timer.

She must have taken after her mother's looks because Archie wasn't close to being this cute. The pictures started out with Claire posing in her pink room. The stack of clothes was familiar, so these pictures had been taken recently. They started out quite sterile, Claire posing stiff with plastered on grins. Then, one strap of her tank top off her shoulder. Her expression turned to anxiety. Was this minor issue a problem? Then the other strap off her shoulder, and the tank top lowered to expose the top edge of an overflowing bra. The photographer was coaching her to disrobe. Damn, a strip show. I unzipped my pants and dropped my jockeys. This was better than some third-rate porn flick on the hotel's cable system. That series ended abruptly but another series started. Claire was wearing a long beige dress, probably intended for prom or some other formal event. Her nipples showed as she stretched her arms above her head. Did she know they were sticking out? In slow increments, she raised the hem of the dress. Facing away, she exposed her calves, then the back of her knees, stopping at her waist, her panties and ass cheeks on display. God, she had a nice butt, roundness protruding from both sides of skimpy undies. The next series were in a bathroom. Claire was in a t-shirt. Again, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. The size and shape of her breasts were obvious as she pulled the material tight against her chest. In one shot, the photographer was reflected in the mirror over the sink. Damn if it wasn't Norma of The Perfect Breasts. So Norma was directing these photo sessions. In the last bathroom picture, Claire's t-shirt was damp, either by her own hand or more likely by an unsuspected dousing by Norma. The shape and size of Claire's nipples were no longer a secret. Although her breasts weren't as large or fine as Norma's, they were lovely in their own right, with bloated nipples as a bonus.

I looked down between my legs. I'd been jerking myself subconsciously as I viewed Claire's photos. I'd gotten close to blowing my load. Archie would blow his stack if he knew Claire was a party to this kind of behavior.

I took a pause from the voyeur's tour of my colleague's daughter and took a cleansing breath. I couldn't show him this stuff. Hell, I couldn't even tell him. And what about Claire? These photos were hers, taken with her camera. They were her property, and I was obligated to return them. The idea of being in the room with her, handing her the CD - well, my prick pulsed at the possibilities. Wait a second. This was the daughter of a co-worker. I had rules against lascivious behavior when it came to the workplace. Despite those rules, I'd fucked Tashun's niece Reese six ways from Sunday. What rules applied to Claire, if any?

I went to bed, tossing and turning, unable to get the pictures of Claire out of my mind. So, at one in the morning, I booted my computer and returned to the slideshow that I'd aborted. The next series started out pretty tame, with Claire in a zip-up long sleeve hoodie and jeans. The jeans went first, exposing see-through pink panties. Then the zipper dropped, perhaps three inches per photo, until the hoodie was open and the inside edges of Claire's naked breasts grabbed my attention at the same time my right hand was grabbing my dick. No nipples but plenty of skin. That's when I noticed that Claire's figure had one flaw. From her upper chest to her hips, her body was two straight lines. No curve at the waist whatsoever. With clothes on, she seemed a bit chunky, but in various states of undress, she was positively hot. Maybe because when breasts or groin are available visually, no man thinks about whether the woman has a waist, just not letting her nakedness go to waste.

Claire had changed into a flower print dress. She laid on her stomach in the living room, holding her head up above folded arms. Norma had moved around and took feet-first shots. The back of the dress retreated, until I was looking at a leg runway terminating at Claire's g-string covered ass. My dick was ready for take off. I heard my breathing deepen.

Claire had moved to a sofa for the next shot. She sprawled against one arm in a skirt and sleeveless blouse. As she sat leaning forward, the collar of the shirt hung down. A clear valley between the mounds of her breasts appeared. That position made her tits seem larger than she stood up. The hanging effect, I call it. When she sat back and hugged her knees to her chest, her panties pressed tight against her pussy between fleshy thighs. I was treated to the shape and contour of her lower lips and the crease between them.

Claire stood at a wooden door in the next set. She wore a blue sweater and shorts. The sweater was tossed two pictures later. The shorts came down. Now she stood in tank top and panties. She faced away from the camera and dropped the panties halfway down her ass. Now, a woman's crack is never sexy, and neither was Claire's. But she didn't stop. And with the panties hugging the bottom curve of her ass, the path between her buttocks took on a very sensual aura. Because at the bottom of the separation, still hidden from view by the wisp of cloth, was a succulent pussy. Claire turned around, her body bare from just below her breasts to just above her mound. The slope of her stomach towards her crotch was bare. Only her pussy was covered. I wiped perspiration from my forehead.

Then a pose with which I was familiar - bra, panties and white school stockings. I'd seen Inga in precisely the same garb. She'd been hot, and so was Claire. And my dick would have continued merely to throb except for the last photo. Claire, either on her own or coached by Norma, unlatched her bra from behind, pushing her breasts towards the camera. And when the bra slipped off her shoulders and down, she remained in that chest-forward pose. Finally, after who knows how many pictures, there were Claire's tits, offered up for the viewer to savor. Only when I looked down did I see my dripping dick and the cum stain on the rug. I rolled over in fetal position and slept until the walk-up call came.

I'll admit I was distracted during the presentation. Sometimes I had to be asked a question twice, but I never blew an answer. Every idle moment I glanced towards my briefcase on the floor, thinking about Claire's photo CD. I thought about it while I shook the customers' hands. I thought about it during the cab ride to the airport, and in the gate area and on the plane.

My plane landed at two-thirty in the afternoon. Instead of going home, I drove to Archie's house. By the time I got there, school had been dismissed. If Claire was lucky, Archie would be back at work so we could talk. If I was lucky, Claire would put on a private show for me. I rang the bell. No answer. Out of the corner of my eye, Claire pranced up her sidewalk.

"Hi. Can I help you?"

Get aroused? Too late. Her starched white blouse, short plaid skirt and white stockings had already pumped me up. "I'm Harvey Marcus."

"Who?"

"I work with your father."

She put her hands over her mouth. "Oh no. You took my camera chip."

I nodded. "Can we go inside and talk?"

She unlocked the door. Her hips swung as she crossed the threshold. Did she know how sexy that was?

I reached into my briefcase and handed her the memory card. "This is yours. We had to erase it to put my business presentation on it."

I felt the breeze of her sigh, a deep breath that strained her blouse before exhaling. "That's okay. There wasn't anything important on it anyway-"

I held the burnt CD up. "But I copied the memory card before we used it." I held the disk out for her to take. She flattened her hands on her skirt. 'Did you, I mean, there were things, oh God, you didn't-"

I nodded. I had, almost all night, without sleep. And in the process, I'd memorized the size and shape of Claire's body. 'It's okay-"

Claire collapsed to the ground, weeping into her hands. I shouldn't have noticed, but the skirt rode high on her thighs. I knew where those thighs led - to a meaty pussy under a slightly rounded belly. "I knew I shouldn't have posed like that. Norma said she was trying to help, but she wasn't." Claire looked up with pleading eyes. "You're not going to tell Daddy, are you?" She grabbed one of my calves with an outstretched hand.

"No, I'm not." I tossed the CD to the ground next to her.

For the first time, Claire smiled. She wiped her wet eyes on the sleeve of her blouse. I remembered the wet t-shirt photo. "Thank you." She got up, but not without lifting one leg that exposed her undies. My prick pulsed. The vision of sensuality that I'd spent hours examining in my hotel room stood mere feet away. Could she tell just how turned on I was?

"My friend told me the pictures would help me become popular."

"Norma said that?"

"Yes. Why, do you know her?"

"Through a mutual friend. So how were they supposed to do that?" The pictures would certainly inspire lust. They'd done that for me.

"Boys haven't been very attentive. Maybe they think I'm not pretty enough. Or maybe they're scared. I am too, a little. Norma said, either way, seeing me in a different way would knock down the barrier."

A particularly charged up young man might want to shatter another barrier, assuming Claire was still a virgin. "They certainly showed one particular side of you."

Claire turned in profile. "My front or my back?"

It was a provocative pose, seeing as how excited her tits and ass made me. "I didn't mean it that way."

She smiled. "That was a joke."

"And a good one."

She hung one finger from her lip. God, how sexy was that? "So which photo was your favorite? Of the ones you looked at, I mean."

I'd viewed all of them, at least twice. How to pick? "Hard to say." And I did mean hard.

"'Cause I'm not very big up here." Claire cupped her breasts. They were slightly bigger than a handful, using my hands as a measure. Would she let me? "And I'm too big down here." She spun and grabbed her ass. The back of the skirt lifted, revealing the back of those thighs. The treasure was inches north.

"I think you're nicely proportioned." Not really, but it would have been nasty to damage her self-image.

"Want to see me? For real, I mean? 'Cause maybe if I posed, like in the pictures, it would be easier for you to decide. "

Easier? Nope, but more rewarding. "Would you do that?"

"If you liked the photos, sure." She bent to pick up the CD. Panties in full view. My heart skipped a beat. I followed her down the hall, plaid skirt waving back and forth, providing sneak peeks at her panties. "I'll try on some things and you can take pictures. Maybe you'll have a new favorite."

Did she "new" or "nude"? The camera might keep me occupied but I was preoccupied by the memories of Claire's form. "Sure." She handed me the memory card. Her camera was on her desk, cluttered like the floor, covered with papers and trinkets and jewelry.

Claire scanned through the contents of her closet. "You'll like this one. Wait in the hallway."

I shut her door behind me. I heard grunting. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah fine." She sounded breathless. "Its just a tight fit. Come in."

Claire was squeezed into a skintight sleeve of stretch material decorated with butterflies. Appropriate since it resembled a cocoon from which a naked butterfly would emerge. She'd opted out of a bra and there was some kind if string around her hips.

She raised her arms and posed. "What do you think?"

The top slid down as soon as her arms went up. Then she inhaled. The hem lifted as well advancing up her thighs. "I think if you move any more that dress will be a belt around your waist."

She struggled to pull the top back up but it slid down immediately. She ignored the bottom, which had reached crotch height. The panty substitute was a patch of material strung through her thighs suspended by a single cord around her hips. The patch was a bit small for such a wide and fat mound. Flesh stuck out on both sides. The top slid precariously close to her nipples. The upper mass of her breasts bulged over the top. This would have made a great series. Then I remembered I had the camera. I brought it to my eye and snapped some shots of Claire's struggle.

We both laughed at Claire's predicament. The camera bounced in my grip. Until she let go of the dress. It slid in slow motion over the front of her breasts. Exposing her nipples and the rest of her tits. Like I'd predicted, the dress was now a wide belt exposing almost all of Claire's charms. Everything but her fat cunt. I clicked like crazy to add bare tit shots to my collection. Claire covered her breasts with her hands. Too late, but I shot a picture of that as well.

"How was that?"

"Great! My new favorites."

"I can do one from the chip. Okay?"

"Should I wait out there?"

"Why? You've seen me in this outfit before."

Yes, but not changing in and out of them. Being naked in between. My breath was ragged.

She turned her back as she slid the band of material over her hips. She could have stopped right there as far as I was concerned. My heart beat faster looking at her essentially bare ass. And then she slid the g-string thing off. Her pussy was buried between thick thighs. I turned around to regain some control. How would I not throw her on the bed and fuck the daylights out of her?

"I'm ready."

When I turned around, it was a live version of the bra and panties and stockings shot. "You like this? "

Was it my tongue hanging out or the bulge in my pants that gave me away? "Oh yes."

"Norma told me that if guys my age didn't find me attractive, older men would."

"She was right." No need to take a picture. I already had one.

"Do you, find me attractive that is?" One knee had crossed the other.

"You have no idea." She was as nubile and desirable as any young woman I'd ever seen.