Destinbury

Molly quickly went back to studying the images then, and Molly's hand went to Owen's thigh as the first picture of Eva holding Russell's very healthy shaft and he felt Molly's hand curl and hold onto him as much as his pants would permit as she said, "Owen, go slow. Look at her honey, she's so damn gutsy. She doesn't know Russell at all, and she's holding his cock. She has her fingers curled around his shaft and...oh my God. Look at Helen too, she's right there...my God I didn't see this part before."

"Sorry honey," and Owen raised up just enough to really rearrange his man parts and then sat down again.

"This is really getting to you," Molly said, and he looked at her just as she stared between his legs again. "You're wearing underwear, so take your pants off. I can see you're uncomfortable," and her eyes went back to the monitor as he quickly stripped his pants off and sat down. He didn't even consider what he had just done until he was seated again, but then he looked over at her. His cock had a little more freedom, but his briefs were well stretched and they moved on to another photo of Eva's hand on Russell's cock and Helen's hand cupping his balls. Molly's hand went back between Owen's legs again as she found a little of his thigh to hold onto, but this time his knees parted more to give her more room to move her hand.

"Look at them Molly, Van and his group will love this whole set. Look at Eva. Even with just these photos, you can see that Eva is stroking Russell's long cock."

She didn't care whether or not she used graphic terms or if she was boldly open and to the point as she said, "God, I wouldn't want one that big for me, but looking at it...damn baby, he's impressive, and look at Eva's hand. She isn't getting around him even with her long fingers." That's when Owen's left hand rested on her thigh, but even though it was in a fairly neutral area, Molly held her breath and locked her eyes onto the monitor as her inner self fought a familiar battle between desire and cold reasoning.

"Here's where he's getting close," Owen told her without thinking. "I could see him squirm and move his hips. Look at all of that action in just this one shot. I can't believe I got all of that." Then Molly's concentration was broken for an instant as Owen went to the next image. "Oh shit," she uttered and her eyes focused on the image of a long creamy line of his cum hung in the air like magic. She could stare at his orgasm for as long as she wanted and it wouldn't stop or change. On to the next and last image Owen caught more of the flying cum with Eva's hand now baptized by the spunk.

Molly straightened her back, took a deep breath and said so softly that Owen nearly missed it, "Oh God honey, you did an awesome job. I just enjoyed looking at pornographic photos," and she looked at him and found that he was studying her.

Quickly standing up, he pulled her to her feet and they fell into a long and deep kiss as his hand went to her ass and hers to his, but seconds later she took a deep breath and whispered, "I have to get out of here. I'm sorry Owen," and stopping at the doorway she told him, "I'll do better the next time." Then at the last second she said, "Call me Thursday and we'll finish the project and get the discs sent out," and then she was gone.

Chapter One Hundred Ninety Nine

"I'm going to guess you check your e-mail morning and evening," Owen read on his computer monitor. He smiled and tasted his morning coffee and continued to read his first substantial note from X. "I'm having fun teasing you Owen, but besides wondering who I am, have you also wondered who might be taking the photos I'm sending you? You see, you know that person too. Scroll down and smile baby. Until this evening then, and have a nice day at the office."

Staring at her first photo he saw the McDonald's cup on the table, and then her open legs under the table. His X lady was driving him nuts, but still he smiled and stared She was more on his thoughts everyday, and images like that were going to make it even more difficult to get her out of his mind. The second photo showed her bending over a railing someplace and her short skirt was flipping up in the breeze, exposing her naked ass to his eyes. "Damn I wish I could have been there with her," he whispered to himself. Then the third and final picture was of her on a concrete step, and totally nude. He was seeing all of this teasing woman he'd named X. All except her face, and the camera angle was odd and slightly distorting. "Shit," he mumbled, but continued to stare at her for several more seconds.

"Wait," he said and went back to the second picture where she was leaning over a railing. "I know that area," and then he realized he was talking to himself, but he was smiling as he studied the black railing that ran along the river walk. At least he had one clue. An obscure bit of information, but that was an improvement over having not one clue. Then he called Molly. "Sorry for the early call but I just got a hell of an e-mail from X," and then he read the message to her and described the photos.

"Owen, are you as tense as you sound right now?"

"Tense? No. Well not tense, but..."

"But really bothered then."

"I'll admit to that."

"Well this is the first dirty phone call I've ever received, and look how early it is."

"Sorry. I just had to tell somebody that knows about X and might understand."

"I fit that category I guess. Did I just hear another voice?"

"That was Char coming in and I just walked out of my office."

"Right, it's Monday. Okay, so now you've learned that you know the photographer as well. Is that a clue?"

"I'm working on that, but Scott is the only one I can think of and this doesn't look like his work at all."

"But you'll call him right?"

"I guess I better now that I have that clue to chase."

"Well I'll be over late this afternoon, so if I beat you there I'll just talk to Char until you arrive."

"Great, that's better than waiting until Thursday."

Owen escaped his X mystery by being so busy at the office that he was almost an hour late getting home, but he found Molly enjoying a cold drink on the patio when he got there. "Char go home?"

"About an hour ago, but she made a deli dinner for us, and I was just crude enough to eat mine without waiting for you."

"I'll change and eat fast then."

"Meet you in the computer room and I'll run the computer while you eat."

"Perfect, give me five okay?"

"I won't time you," and she smiled as Owen stripped off his tie as he left her. When he joined her, she smiled and said, "Design those yourself?"

Looking down at his cut offs, he smiled and said, "Okay, so I didn't cut them very straight."

"You're pockets are flashing."

"Don't be critical, they work great."

"Sit, eat and I'll drive the mouse."

With Molly at the controls, they moved through the images quickly as Owen dove through dinner, but they had almost a third of their photo arranging still ahead of them as Owen put his empty plate aside and had deleted less than a dozen blurred or otherwise useless images.

Without taking her eyes from the monitor, Molly said, "I've seen these and I thought about them after I left here, but I'm still a little shocked by a few of them, not counting what you and I took. All of those surprise me, and a few almost make me hold my breath even as I think about them." Minutes later Molly stopped, and still without looking a Owen sitting close to her right side, she said, "Think about this. I'm sitting here doing my best to be professional and do my job the best I can. But what is my job right now? My job is to look at photos of Russell blasting his spunk into the air. I'm sitting here watching that stud cum while sitting very close to my boss. My male boss by the way. I'm even talking like a guy. That guy cumming, blowing his load...I might as well say fuck and scratch my ass." Then she looked at Owen as he smiled at her.

"I know Molly, I really do know and I understand, but lady, I don't care how much you say fuck or you scratch your ass, you're still one hundred percent woman. A very sexy, gutsy woman that is more damned determined to stay in control than any male or female I've ever heard of let alone met. Look, we're close enough to done that I can do the last little part and get them to Van. I've put you through too much as it is."

Releasing her grip on the mouse, she turned toward him and finding a small smile, she said, "Owen, you really do understand, and I thought you were just pressing on fully expecting me to suck it up and deal with my issues later."

"Stand up for me," and as he joined her and slipping his arms around her loosely, he touched his lips to hers and said, "Take your hands from my hips and put your arms around me. I'm not going to bite or rip your clothes off."

Firmly pulling her into him, he kissed her neck and said, "Take a deep breath now, because you don't have to look at Russell's spewing dick ever again, with me or anybody else, and I'll never put you in a situation like this again."

Pulling back just enough to look up into his eyes, she told him gently, "Owen, I'd never hold you to that. We didn't see the Russell thing coming when we were getting into the party. We'll never know for sure where a party might end up. We work hard and you spend a lot of money to please our guests, and to encourage them to have a kind of evening they all want to experience. That's why they come here and pay so much. As long as we tempt fate with adult parties, we'll always have situations where surprises of the sexual nature will pop up and catch us off guard. Honey, I'm okay with all of that."

"But not the reviewing and screening and sorting photos of porn that we've witnessed and in this case, been a part of."

"I'm okay, I really am. It's just that what I was doing right then hit me. I looked at graphic porn and I enjoyed sharing that with you. The fact that I can do that with you...to share that with you scares me a little to be honest."

"Tell me why that scares you."

"Why? Because that is like a screaming announcement confirming that I'm so totally comfortable with you. That I actually enjoyed what we just shared." Then as she looked away from him, her voice dropped to a near whisper as she said, "That I could make that your cock in my mind and it was shooting off," and she kept her eyes focused on the far wall. I'm not offended or grossed out from studying those photos. I was uncomfortable looking at the ones you took with you...I mean...well now you know why I was uncomfortable."

"We both need a drink and a break, so let's get something and go to the patio."

"I don't want to run away from this Owen, but...a drink would be nice, but let's just sit on the couch."

Chapter Two Hundred

They sat close to each other on the sofa and held hands as they enjoyed their doubles of Cabo Uno on ice, and then Molly announced, "I feel much better. More relaxed, and thank you."

"Good, but what are you thanking me for?"

"Being concerned for me. Doing what you could to protect me in a way. I took this job knowing full well that I would be stepping into situations that would or at least could be quite adult and stressful. I saw that as a fun challenge, now how is that for naïve."

"I never guessed we would have some of the experiences that we have had. Wait...I just remembered something. You and me, naked and taking photos to show...well for the brochure. How the hell did you manage to push yourself through that?"

"That had to be the dumbest, craziest and most risky thing I've ever done in my life. Dumbest because I didn't stop to consider just what I was expecting myself to do, and I don't have to explain the craziest and most risky part."

"Probably not, but tell me more."

"Well the riskiest because of our reckless idea of posing together, when there was no way we could use those last images and because I came so damn close to losing my self control."

"You know, with so much going on recently I'm not doing a good job of remembering details, but there was something recently when...when you said you would pose for me."

"Damn, I was hoping you'd forget that detail."

"Not a chance, but I'll wait until you're feeling a little more settled."

"So as we agreed you would remain covered."

"Sad, but true."

"Look, I know that I'm passable looking and I clean up pretty nicely, but I'm not photogenic and I don't have Eva's long legs."

"I just happen to disagree with you on most of that. Okay, so not many women have legs like Eva's, but you have great curves, an awesome butt, and you are photogenic in my opinion, though I may fail at capturing you at your best. That would be my fault though and not yours."

"I know you're an amateur, but you proved yourself, in my eyes anyway, with what you did with the Russell project. I was and am very impressed."

"Thanks. You know, I wasn't at all eager to see, let alone photograph a naked guy, let alone a naked guy with an erection. But once I was into that, I enjoyed the whole thing. I really had ideas jumping around saying do me, do me."

She smiled and said, "I could see you were giving it your best, and I didn't see any sign that you were suffering too much."

"But I was, my slacks were too tight," and she smiled and leaned into him as her other arm crossed over and she rested her hand on his thigh.

"So you had a long day at the office, and we've about finished the photos for Van. Tired?"

"Let me think. Work was a long time ago. Working on the photos with you was fun and exciting not tiring. Now I'm sitting very close to you my very sexy and fun to be with friend, you're leaning into me and I have your hand in mine. How can I be anything but very comfortable and content?"

"Then it's time for me to pay up for losing the bet, whatever it was I bet on and lost."

His smile told her he was very ready, but he asked her, "You've been through a lot, so are you sure Molly?"

"I'm willing if you are. Got ideas for poses in mind?"

"Right now I'm struggling with remembering to breath, but if you'll be patient and tolerant of me, I'd love to try my best."

"To the patio?"

"Let's start there, because I like the soft gold glow of the late day lighting."

"You have a romantic soul."

"I hope that's good."

"That could be dangerously good."

"I'll get my camera and meet you on the patio."

Owen almost ran for his camera, but then retrieved one of his dress shirts from his bedroom and then hurried out through the French doors and around to Molly and told here, "Pretty warm out here."

"You're right. I'll warn you now that I'm nervous and feel pretty silly doing this, because it's hard to act sexy when you don't feel sexy."

"You're naturally sexy, so we'll just build from there. We'll start with simple things to give both of us time to get into this. If we can't have fun, then we'll stop."

Simple shots of Molly doing things like sitting on the edge of the diving board and lounging in a chair helped her to relax, and even as she unbuttoned her top. But Owen was taking his time and they were talking and enjoying the experience. Blouse off, then shorts off, but he had her keep her high wedge sandals. Molly had a few butterflies in her stomach, but she was smiling and enjoying herself as Owen hurried to get a few of what he saw as good, but mild and simple shots. When Molly shed her bra for him, she had to take a deep breath to help settle her nerves down. Not so much because he was going to see her naked. It was more about knowing she was playing with fire again, but this time she wasn't going to freak out and lose her nerve.

Repeating himself, Owen said, "Damn it's warmer out here than I thought it would be," and he clicked his camera again.

"Well take your shirt off Owen."

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not. Like you said, it isn't as though you'll attack me."

He quickly peeled his shirt off, hung his camera around his neck again and then dropped his shorts.

"Owen, I said shirt," and then looking at him in his underwear, she added, "You might as well be naked."

"Great, thanks," and before she could take a breath he was naked and kicking his briefs aside.

"No, that isn't how I meant that at all, I meant that as criticism...oh never mind," and he smiled as he grabbed a totally useless shot of her just to keep things moving along, but she couldn't seem to control her smile.

"Okay, put my dress shirt on baby and button it up most of the way. Then wade into the pool."

She smiled and asked him, "Are you sure you want to do that to your shirt?"

"The shirt will survive better than I will. Then slowly walk up the pool steps," and their photography session was steaming up.

Chapter Two hundred One

The wet shirt was clinging to one of Molly's breasts as she lay on her back. Then photos of her with the shirt gaping open. Owen didn't rush her as he captured one sultry picture after another of his very willing and sexy assistant. His erection would ease only to rise up again like a phoenix from the ashes.

Molly lay on her back along the edge of the pool, and as Owen grabbed one shot of her, then two more as he waded in until he was low enough to get one of her in perfect profile with the wet shirt. Another like that but much closer to her, and then he was next to her and they shared a long and deep kiss.

"Molly you are so sexy and I love you for being so tolerant of me and for spoiling me so totally. I'm trying very hard to behave, and I will because I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. But woman, damn it, you are so very tempting."

"You make me feel sexy, and I want to please you, but I want you to know that this is so very difficult for me too." Turning to her side on the wet hard concrete of the pool edge, She told him, "Owen it wasn't just Van's party that's pushing you and me so very close to the brink. It's been you and me teasing each other. It's been the little sexy things we've shared almost from the start. Talking about dirty parties and so many situations like that. You're desire to see me naked and photograph me is very flattering and it just makes me care for you that much more. To make all of this so much more difficult for us was what we saw at that party; what I photographed and what you created. It was all of those things and more all blended together, and it's just almost too much."

With her holding his camera out of the pool, he helped her into the water and they melted into each other's arms as he told her, "Let's stop baby. I can't believe I'm saying this, and I want you so very much. At some point later I'm going to kick myself, because I could keep coming up with ways to photograph you until the camera melted."

"I want us to make love, I really do, and with what you and I keep getting ourselves into, one of these days, that could well happen. I don't even want you to stop teasing and tempting me, and I know I won't stop teasing you. It's just the way it is and is going to be for us. After what we're sharing now, I'll never fear or run from you seeing me naked, or me seeing you naked, but baby, when you get so hard for me like you are now, I just...I can hardly stand...let's go inside before we talk each other into the very thing we both want and are trying so hard to avoid."

They held hands as they went inside, and stopping them and putting her arms around him again she told him, "Right now, in my eyes, you can walk on water. Even if at some point in the coming weeks and months, we do succumb to temptation, I'll remember how you had the strength to resist temptation this time." Then she smiled, kissed his chest and added, "When I think about what you and I have seen, done and talked about, I'm amazed we've held up so well. I think your decision to take a break from the parties is a good one, and I also think we'll be more effective and innovative on our next project."