The Truth About Bethie – First Part (Chapters 6-8)

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The Truth About Bethie – First Part (Chapters 6-8)6.The dance When I returned from the den with my camera and equipment case, I found Bethie had tuned the stereo to some techno-pop music, and she was dancing. Her arms would make sudden swooping movements, going from her hands on her hips, then high over her head for a beat, then down and across her chest. A quick turnaround on her toes, almost like ballet, then a sharp bend, ass out and legs straight for four sexy beats, then back up, a sudden half turn, her arms outstretched toward me, but only for a beat, then crossed against her chest, face down, as if embracing me. “Beautiful moves, honey.” She was already in the zone. Normally, it would take me a while to get her loose enough in front of my camera to take risks, to show me more. It was that way with most females I had photographed privately. It had been that way with Lois, with my girlfriends before her, and with my sisters. Bethie was ready before she saw the camera that day.I mounted the flood light near the window to allow for three-quarter angle lighting on the sofa, and on Bethie when she would be on it or in front of it. While I fixed the camera to the tripod and connected it to the television to use as a monitor, Bethie stood in front of a framed picture on the wall, just off set. She was using it as a mirror and teasing her hair, fluffing it, still moving to the percussive music, with micro-movements of her hips, her feet, her shoulders, and her mouth alternately making kissy lips at her reflection, and silently mouthing bop bop bop – bop boo-boo – bop bop bop. I saw her shorts were now almost half over her ass, and it caught the outer edge of the light like a pair of identical crescent moons. I had to start there.I set the camera to video mode and knelt a few feet behind her, at ass-level. She looked at me from over her shoulder, then at the television, where her ass filled the screen. She winked at me, and set her hips in motion. “Good, baby. Not too jerky now. Nice and fluid. Slow it down.” She thrust her hips hard to the right and stopped, patting her hip bone in rhythm. She bent forward and swung her ass slowly to the left, where she repeated the hip pat. “So pretty, baby. Yes. Hold that. Let Daddy enjoy it.”From between her thighs, her mouth appeared, upside-down. With the tip of her tongue she wet her lips in a slow, teasing lick, then smacked a kiss at me. “Sweet sugar, babydoll. Can I have some more? Show me.” She repeated the hip action, swinging side to side, first quickly and abruptly, then slowly, stalling at a favorite angle she could sense from me somehow, then moving again. At each extreme, when she could thrust no further, she gave her ass a little pat. “Daddy’s girl. So good.”She straightened again, to take a breath and fix her hair. I had the frame cropped to cover her ass from upper thigh to lower back. By then, her boxers were high up her ass as her hands appeared at her side. She tucked her thumbs under the waistband and stretched it wide, lowering the band slowly while wiggling her hips from side to side, letting them hit her thumbs as she worked the waistband in the opposite direction. Her butt cheeks held the silk tight between them, so that only the waistband lowered. The cleavage of the top of her ass appeared. She let the elastic slip from her thumbs. Snap! Her hourglass form was like sculpture. The boxers now appeared to be nothing more than a strip of dark fabric wrapped around her ass, with just enough covering the space between her thighs to conceal her pussy. “Finish me off, baby. I’m aching for it.” She moved her feet further apart. The inverted V of her legs widened. New light hit her inner thigh and I glimpsed, unmistakably, the outer portion of pussy lip. “My pretty baby,” I said as I inhaled a sigh, “Is all. Grown. Up.” She began tugging the fabric from the front, pulling the silk into her lips, slowly, excruciatingly. The plump edges of both pussy lips began to appear. “Naughty Bethie.” She hooked her pinkies under each side of the waistband and began to pull them down. Her ass became more fully visible as her pussy lips vanished beneath the silk. Slowly, she returned to a standing position, bringing her feet together while pulling the elastic down, until the top three quarters of her ass were exposed to me, with her cheeks so tight the inseam of the boxers was trapped between them, resisting the downwad pull. The black silk made stark the creamy white middle portion of her ass, that untanned flesh the sun never struck, a contrast to the brown Latina skin she inherited from her mother. How I wanted to kiss it. As if reading my mind, she gave her right cheek a pinch, on the white part, leaving a faint pink little hickey. “So good to your Daddy.” At that, she held her hand against the small of her back, above her exposed ass, and made the “I love you” sign, with her middle fingers bent into her bursa escort palm and her thumb crossed over them, and her outer fingers extended. “I love you too, my precious. So much.” She turned quickly and stood facing the camera, but the frame was cropped tightly on her hips. The waistband covered her pussy still. The top of her pubic mound was visible above the waistband, protruding just slightly. I looked up at her face to tell her how beautiful she looked, and saw her staring at the monitor behind me. Her hair was tussled and her mouth slightly open as she began slowly grinding her hips back and forth while teasing me with the waistband, her thumbs tucked into it, promising to pull it down, but never showing me more than the top of her mound, and the upper sides of the V of her crotch. If she had had pubes, they would have been visible. I saw no stubble. She was as smooth as the night I had last seen her naked, standing in my tub as I bathed her, so many years ago.I slowly pulled the lens back and upward, framing her from pussy to face. “Look at me, baby.” Her eyes darted to the lens. I saw her lips form the words “Bad Daddy.” She licked her upper lips then kissed the air, looking into the camera, unblinking. Her hands began to move up her sides and hooked as they moved the lower edge of her little tank top. Slowly it began to rise. I saw her sculpted tummy, then the lower portions of her rib cage, and, just as the underside of her breasts began to appear, she crossed her arms over her chest and, so deftly, lowered the shoulder straps of her tank top onto her upper arms. “Baby you are merciless. Yes. Yes.” She put her hands on each side of her head and inhaled deeply, stretching the tank top still more. The fabric over her breasts was strained to the point that the exact shape and color of her cinnamon-brown nipples, stiffened and erect beneath it, were plainly visible. As she exhaled she blew me another kiss, this one from her hand. “So beautiful, darling.” She put her hands on each side of her top, as if preparing to lift it completely off. With her hands on the outer sides of her breasts, she leaned forward and gave me a full view down the front. Her breasts fell, so full and firm, toward me, cradled and half concealed in the cotton of her top. “My Bethie.”She straightened again, and moved the tank top straps back onto her shoulders. She placed her hands on each side of her boobs, the undersides still visible, and pushed them together. She gave them a good shaking as she wiggled her hips. She struck a final pose with her palms on each hip and her back straight, then blew me a last kiss and stepped out of the frame. I was left staring at the wall and the empty space she had left, stunned and aroused. In a voice too low for Bethie to have heard, I said to her, “I should buy you a Mustang for that.” . . . . .7.Something of valueShe walked to the sofa while repositioning her tank top, pulling it down to just above her navel where it ended. She put one knee on the sofa and restored her shorts to their full length again. She laid on her tummy, propped on her elbows with the soles of her feet resting on the arm of the sofa, ready to pose for still shots. It was a pose she knew I favored, but I had so many shots of her in just that pose in her bikinis which were more revealing.I muted the stereo and the endless stream of techno-pop so that I could concentrate on picture composition. I positioned the camera to frame her face in the foreground, with a three quarter view of her ass, legs and feet over her shoulder. “Pretty, honey, but I need a little more. Do that trick with the waistband for me. Make them smaller.”She smiled and spoke for the first time she since we began. Her voice was low, soft and sultry. “Take this one first, Daddy.” I snapped the shot, not expecting to care that much for it. It is a pretty one with her chin resting on her hand and her slender fingers dangling below it, her face pointed away from me but her eyes looking into mine, playfully, and just behind her, her silk covered ass and shapely legs, but it is sexy to me only when viewed with the next shot. After I snapped it, my Bethie, my clever, naughty Bethie, reached behind her with both hands, raised her hips and pulled her shorts down to her thighs. Her ass was completely exposed. Just as quickly, her chin was again resting on her hand, and her slender fingers were again dangling below it, identical to the prior shot, except now her smile was gone. She looked into my camera – at me – with a new boldness in her eyes, a sexual assertiveness I had not seen before. The light flowed over her body, leaving shadow in the small of her back but rendering the mounds of her ass, bare and smooth, in a soft glow. “Bethie. I love this.” “I thought you might.””Baby.” I removed the camera from the tripod. “Hold it for me. I want to get all angles.” And I did. I started with bursa escort bayan a shot at ass level, from head to toe, with her butt in the center of the frame. “You are more beautiful than Bardot.” She knew the pose I was referring to. Without my having to ask, she laid her head flat on the sofa and bent one leg, mimicking the classic nude pose from “And God Created Woman.” My Bethie even did the giggle. She was so William Conlin’s girl. And I was so proud. I moved to the far side of the sofa. “Look at me, baby.” I snapped a view from behind her, with her ass in the foreground and her bold, confident eyes looking past her shoulder into mine. She looked at the monitor. “Wait, Daddy.” She reached behind her and pulled her shorts down further. She could get them only to her knees without moving her body more. She stopped. “Just take them off me.” I paused, almost asked if she were sure, then knelt beside the sofa and pulled my daughter’s shorts down her calves, over her feet and off. I loved the look immediately. It was both more innocent – something about bare bottoms always seems more innocent – and more erotic. Of course I treated myself to the close view of her ass just inches from my eyes, but I also looked at her face, to see how she was reacting to it all. She was as comfortable as if we had done this a hundred times before. We had come close, of course, with her swimsuit pics, her sleep set pics, her after bath in a towel pics, but she had never before shown me so much.I re-shot from all the angles, from above, from the the side, but resisted taking close-ups, which would have seemed exploitive somehow, though I’m certain she would not have objected. I wanted to capture her facial expressions in each shot, too, and they ranged from playful smiles to wistful distraction to open and outright flirtation with me. Bethie was always generous to me and my camera, but there had always come a point of discomfort in our previous sessions, or uncertainty, where I had to stop coaxing her for more skin, less her line be crossed and her trust violated. Of course it was clear that bare ass and under-boob glimpses were as far as she wanted to go that day, but then she was posing for me, her father, and as she had promised, she was giving something of value. It wasn’t only that she was my daughter. She was, at 17, not quite of age. I didn’t want to try to coax her into going further. I was already ecstatic.I shot all I could get from that pose and put my camera down, reached for her shorts, put them over her feet – giving each sole a kiss – and pulled them up her legs. As I moved them further up, she lifted her hips to help me. Reflexively, I gave her bare ass a little kiss, then pulled her shorts up. “That was so wonderful, baby.””Now do you think people would say there’s nothing wrong with our pictures?”. . . . . 8.A touching moment”Us together now, Daddy. Sit down. I want new locket pictures.”I mounted the camera on the tripod, pointed it at the sofa and framed for upper body and head shots. I took my seat on the sofa beside Bethie as she lifted herself onto my lap. Her body was soft, warm, full, and so perfectly light. I felt only the pleasing firmness of her flesh on mine, as if she were filled with down. Her locket carried cutouts of our faces, from a photo we had taken a year or so before while she sat on my lap, of the two of us looking into each other’s eyes, and just prior to a kiss. I adjusted the frame remotely to get in close while looking over Bethie’s shoulder at the monitor. I watched her as she wet her fingers and tugged at the hair above my forehead, to make it lay down in a manner she liked. “Ready?” she asked.”You aren’t quite in profile, angel. Face me squarely.” I put my hand on her left jaw, the one that faced the camera. “There now.” I formed a half-smile and snapped a frame. “Should we be smiling or serious?” She wasnt smiling. “Romantic, Daddy.” I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine. I knew I was about to kiss her, and that it would be a lingering kiss. My eyes went to her lips and I saw they were slightly parted and waiting. I felt her hand stroke the back of my neck gently, I felt her fingers scratch lightly, lovingly, like Lois is fond of doing, and as, Bethie must have noticed while watching me with her mother, I love. She was not playing. She was not teasing. She was giving me something very special. I snapped a frame.”Kiss me, Daddy.”Our lips met and locked. I felt my lower lip being pressed gently between each of hers. The soft pressure of her lips matched the soft, easy weight of her ass on my lap. I returned the pressure on her upper lip and sucked at it just slightly. I felt her warm breath exhaling from her nostrils like a swift breeze on a summer night. I detected in her flavor a hint of the black pepper she had coated the chicken with. I snapped a frame.I let go of the remote and held her closely escort bursa and tightly against me. Our lips traded positions in a breath and I bit softly into her lower lip while she sucked at my upper. I felt her hands on either side of my face, holding my head in her hands and pulling me into her. My hands went up the back of her top and I wrapped my arms around her until I could feel the soft, fatty flesh that was unmistakably the outer edges of her breasts. We held each like this and traded kisses for I don’t know how long. I remember feeling the tip of her tongue caress my lower lip as I rubbed my nose against hers before returning the lick. Her body was tightening in my arms. I felt the soft airiness of her thighs become harder and heavier as her muscles tensed. Her lips moved to my cheeks as mine moved to hers, then to the tip of her nose before she began rubbing her face against my whiskers. She found them to be soft, “not all rough and bristly” she told me once. She enjoyed nuzzling against my cheek. She always had. I found her earlobe and bit into it. I stopped myself before putting my tongue in her ear. She kissed and sucked at my neck and said, just before giving it a gentle bite, “I could eat you up sometimes.”I rested my nose in her hair as she sunk into my chest and rested her face against it. I inhaled her scents. The scent of shampoo mixed with her natural oils, while her citrus perfume made itself only slightly more prominent than her soapy clean body wash. I would later detect each of them on my fingers. “Oh no! We didn’t get any pictures of that, did we!?” Bethie laughed. She had found the remote unmanned beside us. “I got some for the locket, darling. Don’t worry.””That’s for me, though,” she said as she lifted herself onto her feet. “Let’s get some more for you.” While looking around us for the stereo remote, she arranged her shorts with the waistband rolled down to make them as tiny as possible. She unmuted the techno-pop music channel and sat beside me, but sideways with her legs tucked together and to one side, showing the camera as much ass as she could while keeping her pussy covered. She sat with her back against me, while I turned toward her and put my arms around her waist. I put my hand on her tummy, above her navel but just under her breasts. She reached behind and up and cupped the side of my face. I handed her the camera remote and began to kiss her. I simply allowed myself to adore her, to let my hands go where they would, as my lips found her neck, her shoulders, her cheeks, and when I forced her face to tilt backward as far as it could, her mouth. I let her choose when to click the shutter, choose which moments to commit to photo, and which to leave to memory. For that set, she was both photographer and model.She lifted her top to expose the underside of her breasts. I watched from over her shoulder, wondering how far she was ready and willing to go. She carefully arranged the fabric so that it did not add an extra layer over her stiffened nipples, but allowed the lower half of her breasts, as creamy white and untanned as her ass, to show above my hands as I held them over her ribs. “Kiss me, Daddy.” I kissed her cheek as she air kissed me back. I heard her whisper. “Touch. It’s okay.” I let my hands move upward till the softness of her breasts met my fingertips. “Touch me.” My thumbs lifted her top as my hands covered and held her breasts. Her nipples, stiff and supple, filled my palms for the first time and I was enrapt by my Bethie. I closed my eyes and gently massaged her breasts. I could feel her as she arranged her top to conceal my hands beneath it. Then I heard the shutter release. She wanted me to have this shot. I felt a trickle of hot semen on my skin, and I felt my Bethie’s body quiver. I opened my eyes only to see hers closed. Her mouth was open and trying to speak, but no words came. I held her tightly and heard a a deep exhale as her body collapsed against me and settled at last.Against the music and her sighs I heard the sound of the camera shutter, as Bethie continued shooting. She seemed to choose her shots on feeling alone, unseen, but aware of the vivid images she captured. I kissed the back of her neck, then kissed upward to her ear, where I took another nibble of lobe and put my tongue inside. Now emboldened and eager for more, I stunned myself as I pinched her nipples. It was that movement, the pinching, that brought me back from the brink. If she had been Lois, or Lizvette, I would have continued, and pinched them harder, then tugged at them while biting into her neck. But she was my angel. My Bethie. And I was very close to taking us too, too far. I let my hands fall away slowly from her breasts, with gentle pats and squeezes, before returning to her tummy, where they stayed as she settled in my arms, growing more relaxed. She turned and snuggled against me. She looked up into my eyes as if to make sure I was alright. She kissed me and rested her head on my chest. I heard the shutter release again, and the picture that resulted appears as nothing more than a loving portrait of my Bethie asleep in my arms. . . . . .

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