“Are you sure?” I stepped away from Deen and removed my fingers that were exploring her precious place.
Deen hooked her thumb inside my mouth, not letting me go for a moment. I had this odd thought, imagining myself as a fish on the line. Then she relaxed her thumb and pulled it out of my mouth.
“But people might see you?” I asked before licking my wet fingers. Deen tasted a mixture of sweet and salty. The perfect snack.
“How? There’s no one here. It’s only water on this side.” Deen stretched her arms, releasing her dress back down, as she twirled. She really enjoyed her sundress, probably because I chose it. I had commented before that it looked like she was in a commercial for pads.
“Yeah, but like some guy might be flying a drone out there.” I wanted to dissuade Deen from developing a penchant for exhibitionism. I shouldn’t let her shame disappear.
“It’ll be fine if only for a short moment.” Deen pulled me back into the room. She removed the thin straps of her dress and wriggled her body. The dress fell to the floor. She stepped out of the tiny hill of her clothes and presented herself to me. A beige-colored strapless bra wrapped around her body to cover her chest. “Help me unhook this.”
The hooks of the strapless bra were right around the top of her abdomen. She couldn’t get a good view because her mountainous marshmallows were in the way. I helped her unhook them. Once the bra fell to the floor, her assets that certainly had a very high valuation popped into view. The pink nipples topping each peak were very pink and very erect.
“Are you seriously going out there naked?” I had been naked in ‘public’ before, but not for sexual reasons. That was because my clothes were burned or blasted away from the fighting. Very different from our situation.
Deen hugged her breasts. Her cheeks began to turn rosy from the little shame she had left. “I don’t know! You tell me, and I’ll do it.”
“Why do you need me to tell you? Just do it if you want to.”
“I want to do it because you want me to,” Deen said as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
And I didn’t understand it. But if that was what my girlfriend wanted, then fine. “Go out there. Pose by the railing, and I’ll take a picture of you.”
Her face lit up. “You will?”
“Why do you look so happy? Is a naked photoshoot a secret fantasy of yours?”
“No. But it might turn out to be one.” Deen pranced outside once again, her golden hair bouncing over her back. She turned to face me and leaned on the railing. She crossed her legs, as if to be demure, and placed her arms on the railings. She furiously blushed, scanning the sky, probably for drones. Her neck started to redden too, but she tried to remain composed.
She looked to the left as her hair was blown to the right. After a deep breath, she wiped the nervous grin from her face and put on the stoic expression of models on the runway. The sun kissed the top of her breasts, highlighting their milkiness. Hiding the treasure between her legs made her pose more erotic than if she revealed all.
I held up my phone and took pictures of her. “Selling your pictures can fund our escape from Mexico,” I said. “We’ll make a big bank on this.”
Deen frowned. “Are you crazy? We’re not going to do that!” Her boobs jiggled in indignation.
“We can blur your face,” I said, grinning. “No one will know it’s you. But everyone will be amazed at your body. We’ll be rich, and we won’t need to ask for money from our parents to fund our escape.”
“No!” Deen broke character, covering her breasts as she turned away. “Only you can see those pictures! Wait, I changed my mind. Delete them after we’re done.”
“You’re no fun,” I said, taking more pictures of my embarrassed girlfriend.
“Erind, I’m serious! I’ll destroy your phone if you don’t delete them.”
I stuck my tongue out. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll delete the pics, whatever. Let’s do a few more poses. Um, how about you cross your arms behind your head?”
“Wha-what?”
“Reach for the sky. Higher. There’s a good girl.” The teardrop shape of her breasts became more accented when she raised her arms. “Hold that pose. I’m going to do some adjustments.”
I approached her and leaned forward to suck her nipples. She gasped when I took her right nipple between my lips. Then I nibbled on it a bit before full-on vacuuming what I could into my mouth. I massaged her breasts while I sucked her nipples to arouse her even further and make her breasts fuller.
I released her nipple in a pop and worked on the next one. “There,” I said, after I was done. You look even more beautiful with your nipples at full attention.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” Deen breathlessly said. “Outside… Where people might see us. My god, my heart is beating so hard…”
“Do you want to go inside now?”
“N-no. Take more photos.”
Retreating past the glass doors of our room, I aimed my camera at Deen. “Do what you did with your legs earlier. Yes, cross them. Don’t tip over now.” I focused the camera on the golden bush atop her valley. I had no idea what I was doing; I didn’t take pictures of others unless I was asked. Deen probably wouldn’t care if the pictures turned out badly because she’d delete them later.
I made Deen lower her raised arms and cross them behind her head. She then arched her back, making her breasts jut forward. I told her to lower her arms and squeeze her breasts between them.
“Pinch your nipple,” I said. I was starting to have fun with this. “Yeah, that’s it. Now, pull it. I want your breast to lift. That’s a good girl.” This wasn’t even a modelling pose or what. I just thought it was funny.
Deen smiled for a moment before returning to her unfazed expression. She seemed to be enjoying this as well.
“Okay, now turn around and spread your legs,” I said.
“I’m not going to do that out here!” Deen exclaimed.
I grinned. I supposed that we had reached her limit. We shouldn’t get past that. Just a little bit more teasing before I brought her in. “Come on. You’re already naked for the world to see. And is that a drone up there?”
“Whe-where?” Deen squealed and dove into the room, tackling me to the floor.
I laughed as I pushed her off. “Nothing. I was just joking. I don’t even know if people are allowed to fly drones on the ship.”
“You’re such a bully, you know that?” Deen stood up and hugged me around the hips. She sat on the bed and placed me on her lap.
I tried to leave, but she had locked her arms with super strength. I didn’t want to destroy the bed while struggling, so I relaxed. But that didn’t mean I liked getting treated like a kid. “Deen, let me go,” I said. “Is this your revenge? Can’t take a joke?”
Deen placed her chin against my neck. “Sit here while we check the pics you took. You’ll keep me warm.”
“You can just wear your dress again, you know? And it’s not even cold. The AC’s not on.”
“Stop delaying. Show me your work, Ms. Photographer.”
I flicked through the photographs. They weren’t the best angles. I also had taken them against the sunlight. Still, Deen looked like a goddess, especially with the sea behind her. Ocean. But Deen didn’t appreciate the awesome pictures that I had taken. Instead, she complained that her breasts looked too big.
“I think I’ll have a breast reduction surgery,” Deen said.
I jerked in her lap. “Why? I know some people do it because their back hurt. But you’ll just regenerate any strain.”
“It’s not the weight. It’s that it attracts unwanted attention.”
“Well… I understand that. Kind of. I don’t really have that problem, and I’m invisible to the masses when next to you.”
Deen playfully squeezed my midsection. “Don’t be like that.”
“It’s true, though,” I said. “Anyway, what I’m getting at is that ignore those bastards leering at you. Your breasts are awesome. And they’re mine, so you shouldn’t take away what’s mine. Tell you what. Let’s take some more pictures in here so you’ll see that they’re very beautiful.”