The next day I spent all morning working on the incredible photos from the shoot with Vicky and "Dude". I had to admit, these were absolutely amazing shots, showing the couple in various erotic poses until finally Dude shot his load of cum all over Vicky and her fantastic tits.
I had been working on the shots with a semi-hard cock all day, and still as I progressed through the series my dick would harden at each new picture. I was determined to finish the edit before I sought relief, but it was becoming more difficult with each shot. I wanted to stroke my rigid shaft as I viewed the photos and remembered the scene from the night before, but I forced myself to be disciplined. So I went on to the deck where I knew I would not be able to do anything in view of the public beach, yet I had the privacy to edit the erotic images on my laptop.
I got up to get a beer from the fridge, and was conscious of the tent in my shorts as I walked into the house, but I figured that no one would be able to see that from the beach, so I was okay. However, when I returned to the deck there was Diane sitting at the table in a hot pink bikini. She was looking at the laptop, and I tried to remember what picture was on the screen. I was embarrassed so say the least as I stood there with my dick rapidly going flaccid and my face turning red.
"Wow," she said. "This is an incredible picture Joe." I walked over to the table to see what image she was looking at. It was a close-up of Vicki's tits with the dude's cock just touching the tip to one nipple. I remembered that I had been working on the skin tones, smoothing out the tits and the veins on the cock as it glistened with a drop of pre-cum on the tip.
"Um, I was just, you know," damn I sounded like a fucking teenager caught looking at a porn magazine. "I'm editing."
"Why didn't you tell me that you had such great pictures?" she asked. As she said this she leaned forward and I saw more of her fantastic tits in that tight bikini. The sight of those tits next to the screen with the erotic picture of Vicki sucking a cock was enough to cause my dick to twinge in unconscious excitement. "You know Joe, you really must teach me more of your secrets!"
Just then the doorbell rang, spoiling a moment that I really did not want spoiled. "I'll be right back," I said, stepping back into the house. As I opened the door I had a feeling as to who might be there, and I was correct -- it was Vicky!
"I was just in the neighborhood, and thought I'd drop in!" she said in a sexy voice. She was wearing tight shorts and a skimpy white top with thin straps that looked to be ready to break under the weight of her tits. Her nipples were clearly visible through the shirt, and evidently she was already aroused, or she was very cold for the warm summer afternoon.
"Hey Vicky," I said, somewhat uncomfortable. I was keenly aware that Diane was still on the patio looking at photos of Vicky and her boyfriend, and frankly I was not sure how Vicky would feel about it. I was afraid she would be mad, so I was about to tell her it was not a good time for me, but she sensed my hesitation and slid right past me into the house, brushing those great tits against my chest as she passed by.
"Come on in," I said ironically as she walked into the living room. "Want something to drink?" I was trying to stall for time as she walked toward the patio where Diane was still sitting at the laptop. Fortunately, the screen was facing away so Vicky could not see what was on it. But clearly she did see Diane sitting at the patio table in her pink bikini.
"It's my friend from yesterday," she exclaimed, hurrying out to the patio. "HI! Remember me?"
Diane was already standing, no doubt seeing Vicky through the glass door. As she stood she casually closed the lid on the computer, much to my relief. "Of course I remember you," said Diane warmly. The girl with the lost top!"
"That's me!" exclaimed Vicky coming around the table to give Diane a hug.
"Diane, this is Vicky," I said.
"And yes, I think I'd love a drink," said Vicky as she pulled up a seat at the table.
"Me too, thanks for asking," added Diane with a cold tone. I could tell that I was going to be in trouble!
I went into the kitchen to make drinks, and watched carefully through the glass as the women talked. I had no idea what they were discussing, but I felt nervous all the same.
Bringing the drinks out, I joined the girls at the patio table in the shade. By this time they were laughing at yesterday's escapades on the beach like they were long lost friends. "So did you and your friends finally make it home last night?" asked Diane.
Vicky shot me a quick glance before she said, "Oh, yes. In a roundabout way. But not until late in the evening."
"Well I'm glad you made it safely. You were pretty wasted!"
"Yeah, and you know how things are when you are drunk," added Vicky. "I tend to really let myself go wild, if you know what I mean."
"Oh really?" asked Diane innocently. "What wild things did you do last night?"
"I'm not saying!" giggled Vicky with another glance at me. "But it sure was fun!"
I was enjoying the show of the two beautiful women at the table, and I knew that they each had some idea of what the other one knew, but they continued to dance around the truth as if they were truly hiding it.
"You know Joe here has been so nice to me, he helped me and my friend out last night," Vicky said as she sipped on her drink. She went on to make up an elaborate story of her friend and her falling asleep on the sand, then waking with no phones and knocking on my cabin door late at night to ask for a ride home. While she spun the tale, Diane glanced at me knowingly.
I was pretty sure that Diane had not seen any photo's of Vicky's face in the computer as of yet. But she certainly was no dummy, and the tits right there in front of her were clearly the same ones in the picture. But it was not until she glanced at me while Vicky was speaking that she confirmed her suspicion. I had never been a good liar, and the look on my face must have given it away as her eyes grew wide with the awareness.
"How about another round?" asked Diane, holding up an empty glass.
