A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 03

I called Emily over and whispered in her ear.

'Emily, wave those guys over and tell them we are going to go on the train and if they come with us they can look but not touch. Tell them that I do not mind them looking, and that I want to take some pictures. But emphasise they must not touch. Rosie is not quite ready yet.'

She pouted. 'Can't they even touch me?'

'No, sorry' I said. 'The photos will look strange. I need to send these to Alan. Including the ones of you.'

She preened. 'Okay then No touching.'

They joined the queue behind us as Emily started to explain to Rosie what was going to happen. She told me later that she explained to Rosie that the guys had been told if they didn't touch, that the two girls would flash their pussies. Rosies mouth fell open and I heard her say. 'We can't do that? Can we? Won't they attack us or something? Yes, I know Tom is here but all he will do is take a picture of it. I know him by now. He won't stop them.'

What a poor reputation I was getting. But how true.

There was a group of four seats together and for me a seat behind the boys, in another empty carriage. This was perfect. I could show the girls flashing and at the same time frame the picture with the shoulders of the lads, to show who they were flashing. The train pulled away from the platform and I saw Rosie look hesitatingly at Emily. With all our eyes on her, and my lens, Emily lifted her boob tube above her breasts and looked for Rosie to do the same.

Rosie, blushed and looked at me. I nodded in approval and mimed tearing up a picture. I showed her which one by holding my hands up and wriggling them as if mauling her tits. She knew that if she did this I would not show Alan the earlier photo.

This all happened within a matter of seconds. Rosie raised the front of her camisole above her tits and the guys emitted a low cheer. Just enough to show that they were impressed without alerting the rest of the train. She giggled at Emily and lowered the camisole back down.

As if practised they both started to widen their legs, until their middle knees met. Emily threw her leg over Rosie's again and they both widened their stance even more. I took the pictures. How this girl had changed, even overnight I thought.

Rosie probably did not realise that because she was wearing a thin white skirt, rather than the admittedly thin, but blue one that Emily was wearing the light was much brighter under her skirt. The photos of her crotch would be brighter.

I noticed Emily start to finger herself, and soon Rosie was doing the same.

I heard a gasp from Rosie and looking over realised that the boys had their cocks out and were pumping them.

I had my camera poised for the money shots. Rosie was right in her assessment of my character. I was going to do nothing. Except take the pictures. Suddenly, first one and then the other spurted, in both cases over the girls knees and thighs. They then quickly got off and exited from the platform, too embarrassed to say goodbye.

I quickly took their seat and before the girls had time to react took a few more shots from a low angle reflecting both their sticky pussies and the cum on their knees. I now had my better shot to send Alan.

The girls eventually reacted and were quick to giggle and whisper to each other. I was pleased that Rosie hadn't been too shocked by her participation.

I had one more thing I wanted to do here so was pleased that the next platform put us in exactly the right spot.

As we climbed down from the train platform we were just outside the entrance to the Water Park.

'Here we go girls. I have tickets for the Water Park.'

'We cannot go in there. We have no costumes.'

Even Emily agreed that we could not go into the Water Park without a costume of some sort.

I tapped my trusty bag. 'Okay girls, daddy thought of everything. Of course I have brought costumes for you. There will be changing rooms inside. Let's go.'

Before Rosie had a chance to complain I opened the door to a family changing room and went in. The girls followed me in before Rosie complained that we were not a family and she needed her own changing room.

'Come on Rosie,' said Emily, taking my side again. 'You know those guys thought that we were a family of three. Don't be a spoilsport. Just think of him as another male to flash. He won't touch. Well at least not yet. Not unless you want him to.'

Rosie tried to look shocked but somehow did not succeed. She was still thinking about me as flashable material.

I produced the bikinis, which of course were not bikinis but little white bras and panties from Rosies underwear drawer.

Rosie seemed to have a sense of humour failure briefly.

'You had bras and panties for me all along,' she said. 'When I lost the other two pairs of panties, you had more, and didn't give them to me.'

'I wouldn't be giving you them now if you didn't need them to go swimming and wipe that muck of your knees and thighs.'

She was persuaded to put them on, slipping the briefs on under her skirt and turning her back to me to replace the camisole with the bra.

She may not have done it happily but strangely enough her mood improved immeasurably as soon as she was covered.

'Come on I am really looking forward to a swim,' she said to Emily. She looked again and said 'Are you sure we can go out in these. They do not look like bikinis. Everyone will know they are bras and panties.'

'Look,' I said. 'Yes everyone will know but if anyone asks us we will say that you forgot to bring them so we made-do by just wearing your underwear. It is quite decent. The worst that can happen is that someone will ask us to leave, but you will get a swim in first.'

I forbore to say that as the material would turn see-through when wet that there was every chance that they would throw us out.

I, of course, had remembered my costume so changed into my bathers. That was a mistake. While I did not care one way or another if Rosie got to see my dick, Emily seized upon it as a drunken man does to another beer. She grabbed it and lowered her head towards it.

Rosie looked on a little horrified but still fascinated. After all this was the third new cock she had seen in one day.

'As lovely as this is we don't have time for it now. If you are a good girl, or should I say a bad girl, I will give it to you later,' I said.

'Mmm promises,' she said. 'I promise to be a bad girl. Don't we Rosie?'

Rosie was speechless. She had no idea what to say or do at this stage.

The girls jumped into the nearest bit of pool and I saw them wiping the cum off their legs and thighs.

They then set off for the nearest slide, the steps for which were right behind me. They were a pair of wet dreams. Literally. The water dropped off their firm fit bodies and every inch of those bodies could be seen beneath their bras and panties. They attracted a lot of looks, but so far no attendants.

I snapped away. I noticed however that I had to get Rosie to shave at some stage. Even through the sheer panties her pubic hair masked the top of the split between her legs. She was lovely as it was but, for some of the shots I had in mind, it had to go.

The girls were enjoying themselves now. I think that a lot of the men would have liked to follow them around but one look from their wives brought them to heel.

They girls did three or four sets of slides and then we all spent quite a while in the bubble pool. Like a big Jacuzzi.

Time was now the enemy although there were not many more outdoor photos I needed to take.

They decided to walk through the Waterworks Tree House where the following boys used the interactive water pistols and jets to soak them again and again. Was it my imagination or were both the panties and bras beginning to sag with the continual watering they were getting.

My last camera opportunity was the Tipping bucket where if they did not move quickly enough when the bell rang and one thousand litres of water cascaded down upon them. A little barracking that they were not brave enough to await the drop ensured that of course that they did. Now one thousand litres is a lot of water and heavy. The flimsy little bras and panties were no match for it and both girls were effectively naked within seconds of it starting to fall. Their bras were round their waists and their panties round their knees.

My camera went into overtime as did the eyes on all the men surrounding them.

I felt it was time to leave before either a riot started or an attendant warned us off. We went back to our family changing room where I admitted that my little bag had run out of dry clothes. There was nothing new to wear so I suggested that they change clothes again, just to see how the other felt.

They both laughed at this as they stripped off their sopping undies and threw them straight into the rubbish bin.

I know I keep on saying wow but wow.

This was the first time, apart from in the pool that I had seen Rosie naked. They seemed to have lost all their inhibitions as they laughed together and waited while I pulled dryish clothes out of the bag. I had no towels but handed Rosie the short blue skirt, the boob tube and the black stockings and suspenders. Emily of course had the all-white gear.

They looked at each other with fresh eyes.

'Did I really go out like that,' said Rosie.

'I think you did, and didn't I look the slut.' Emily laughed.

The girls dried their hair with the driers and we set off for the car.

I decided it was going to be too late to cook a meal by the time I got home so thought that the easiest thing to do was stop at a McDonalds and embarrass them a little more.

I was pleased to see that now Rosie took it in her stride, strolling up and down getting more ketchup and then ordering the desserts. They both had a healthy appetite after the swimming.

We started returning to Rosie's home, where Emily's car was still parked.

I did not want to lose my eager assistant too quickly so asked whether she needed to rush off.

'Not at all. Hubby is out for the evening and would never expect me unless I had phoned and wanted him in for some reason.'

'I just would like some more photographs. Indoor this time. We do not need the light. By the way,' I added, 'did you do your homework last night.'

'Homework?'said Emily.

'Yes he is a cruel taskmaster,' said Rosie. 'Every night he has set me homework. Last night I had to undress in front of the bedroom windows with the lights on and stand there for one minute. I then had to go to every room in the house with a window, put on the lights and stand there uncovered for another minute. But I did it.'

'Did you remember the gatepost and the garage?'

She looked down at her feet. 'I am sorry I forgot. I would have done it but I did forget. Honest.'

'That's okay you will just have to do it all again, and the bit you missed you have to do three times in various lights. The first time now. Strip off now. As soon as we pull up, run and touch the namepost and then the garage door and come back. Give me your keys. We will be in the house by then. Alan will get an interesting shot of you running naked through the front door.

She removed her clothes while still in the back of the car and gave them to Emily for safekeeping. I meanwhile opened up the front door and quickly ushered Emily in while watching Rosie run the fifty yards to the gatepost.

Just after she touched the garage door I closed the door in her face. She could hear us laughing through the door as she rang the bell and we ignored her for a few moments.

'Very funny. Just open this door or no more photographs for you tonight, Mr photographer.'

She was in such a good mood I decided to let her in.

I sent the girls off to shower and do their make-up, while I opened up a bottle of wine. I asked Emily to have a hunt through the drawers and find some sexy lingerie if possible, maybe baby-doll pyjamas or a sheer night gown. I dreamed about exposed nipple bras and crotchless panties. I wanted them both dressed up. Maybe the pictures could go even further than I was expecting.

I was a bit disappointed when the girls came down. They were in nice but fairly staid underwear, frankly even the camisole had been better.

'This girl has a serious underwear problem,' said Emily. 'And tomorrow is Sunday, not a good day for shopping. None of the good stores will be open.

I'll tell you what though. If you will have me back tomorrow I will bring some from home. We are about the same size except that Rosie is slightly bigger in the bust. That will just make the bras a little tighter. You won't mind that I am sure.'

'We would be delighted to have you back, wouldn't we Rosie.'

'Oh yes please. I have had a wonderful day.'

Well that was settled. There were only two things left I needed to do today and one was to take a walk in the garden as Rosie did her homework. It was dark by now even though probably a little early for bed. Still just maybe the dog walkers were out in force. The silly thing was that even if there were a dozen dog walkers out there we were so far from the road as to make her almost invisible.

'Okay Rosie go and start your homework. I am going for my evening constitutional. Do not forget the gatepost again. Oh and Emily, I would love to see you doing it too but not in the same room at the same time. A few minutes later perhaps'

I hoped it would give Rosie a bit of a thrill, knowing that someone was out there watching her, even if it was only me. It was always nice to see another naked girl and I know Alan would be pleased to see the photographs of a naked Emily.

I had enough close-up lenses to make sure that I got some good shots.

She was good. She was not too close to the glass that there was no light in front of her. She was beautifully lit as she removed all the underwear she had on in the bedroom and then trooped from room to room. The picture windows in the lounge were an absolute treat as I could be close enough to really focus and make sure I avoided any flashback from the windows.

I then hid behind a suitable tree as she ran to the namepost.

As I heard her scampering back I stepped out from behind the tree and flash-flooded the area while taking a succession of shots.

She screamed in terror. If there were any dog-walkers around they would now be running over.

'You silly bastard. You scared me rotten.'

'Ooops sorry.'

I followed her in and laughed as Emily followed her out to the namepost. I couldn't resist doing the same flash trick to Emily but she expected it and just laughed.

'One last thing,' I asked Rosie, 'and I am seriously embarrassed about asking for this one.'

'Oooh Mr Photographer embarrassed. That will make a change. Ask away but no guarantees,' she teased.

'Can Emily and I borrow a bedroom for an hour please? I promised her a little something earlier today and I am not a man who goes back on my word. Frankly it is so much nicer than leaving together and getting it on in a car park.'

I wanted Rosie under no illusions as to what we would be doing. Emily was a bit of a screamer and this was part of the softening up process.

I was delighted that Rosie looked a little disappointed that she wasn't involved. She had been without sex for nearly a week.

'Oh yes of course. If you want. Whatever. The second door on the left upstairs.'

I will be speaking to Alan from the bedroom. Just let yourselves out.'

'I f you give me thirty seconds I will send the photos to jack so that you can talk about them.

'Sure use the computer in the kitchen. Goodnight.'

What a cold reception. We had our work cut out to get her happy again tomorrow.

'Goodnight. We will be back at midday for lunch if that is okay.'

'That's fine. I guess I get to be cook and model.'

'Don't be petulant. You want to come and fuck me too? And don't worry about lunch, I will bring lunch with me. Goodnight.'

I steered Emily into the bedroom but did not get the reception I expected. She should have been gagging for it.

'You bastard. How could you do this to her. You know she wants you, even though she may not know it herself yet. She had this wonderful day. You have given her a new outlook on life and then slammed the door in her face. You may have put your little plan back weeks. It may even derail it. And if you think you are going to get me groaning and screaming with desire just to impress your next hopeful conquest then go fuck yourself.'

I could see I needed a Plan B and quickly.

'You are right of course. What can I do?'

'She is not likely to be on the phone yet. Go and apologise. Eat shit, but you will do it on your own because I will see you in the morning. Don't forget lunch!' She grinned. It may have been over for tonight but tomorrow is another day.

I knocked on Rosie's bedroom door.

'What is it.'

It's me. I am sorry. That was insensitive. To both of you. I have just had my balls chewed. And not in a good way.'

I think I heard a stifled laugh.

'Good, but if you think you can get round me that quickly and perhaps come in and take pictures of me now that you cannot screw your first choice, you are sadly mistaken.'

'Why, what are you wearing?'

This time I was sure I heard a laugh.

'Hang on I am coming to the door.'

I heard the key turn in the lock.

'Nothing.'

I tried the door. It had not been opened, it had just been locked.

Now I did hear her laugh.

'The laugh's on you Tom,' I heard her say. 'I have just seen Emily drive away so you are out of luck tonight. Goodnight. Don't forget you are bringing lunch.'

I turned up at midday with a couple of hot cooked chickens and some salad stuff courtesy of our local supermarket. Oh and a bottle of champagne. A good one.

I tried to make myself look apologetic. It worked for a while. About ten minutes actually until Emily arrived with quite a heavy suitcase.

'You silly bugger,' she said. 'I really needed you last night. I was so desperate I shagged my hubby. He thought it was Christmas. The important thing was solidarity. Right Rosie? If he was going to be that rude and not shag you first and then both of us after, why should he have me as second choice.'

'Oh well no,' said Rosie. 'I was never going to well... anything. I am married. Uhh happily married.'

There was not a lot to be said to that. We all had reservations about exactly how happy it was but now was neither the time nor the place.

We drank the champagne and started a bottle of Rosie's. We pulled the chickens apart with our fingers and ate greasily. The baby tomatoes and spring onions were easy but the chicken hit the spot.

I was quick to make sure that I finished first and got my camera out.

I started snapping.

Rosie was just about to lick her fingers and reach for her glass when I stopped her.

'Wait, leave your fingers sticky. Emily come over her and lick them clean please.'

Emily did not need to be asked twice. Rosie looked a little shocked as Emily really deeply sucked her fingers one by one. In return Emily offered her sticky fingers to Rosie. Purely out of politeness I think Rosie accepted them and licked away. I got some horny photo's as slowly both girls got into it.

'Are your lips sticky now?' I murmured.

It was just loud enough for the girls to hear and move together. Again Emily took the initiative and started licking Rosie's lips. Rosie had no idea what to do but you could see that she was beginning to enjoy it.

It soon became a full-blown passionate kiss before eventually Rosie pulled away.

'Oh wow. I've never kissed a girl before. It's a...a...a... different.'

Just then the phone rang and the mood was broken.

'Oh hi darling,' we heard her say as she fluttered with her hands to show she was moving out of the kitchen to take it privately.