Chapter 1

Tammy Olson lay at the motel swimming in the blazing sun, tanning her gorgeous n queen body. She lay stretched out on a lounger in a bright yellow bikini bottom and a lit yellow bra-top. Her blonde-brown hair was tied in a ponytail with a white rubber band and her long mane flowed out behind the chair. She was reading a story in a confessions magazine she had picked up at the motel bookstore before she came out to the pool.

Tammy was enjoying a vacation with her parents. It was toward the end of summer and school would start when they returned. Tammy looked forward to high school at St. Mary's in Midwest City.

She put the magazine down and stretched, then yawned. She was the only one at the pool as it was late afternoon. As she yawned, she saw a flashbulb pop in the upper part of the motel.

She squinted against the sun and saw the shadow of a man in a second-floor room that overlooked the pool. He was focusing a telephoto lens on her. Another flash brightened his big picture window.

Jeez! she thought. That guy's taking pictures of me!

Indeed the man was. He hesitated at first when he saw her lying so beautifully on the lounger at the pool. What if she jumped up and ran and told someone? This was the question he had asked himself before he had focused in on her, but decided to take a chance. Besides, if she scooted away, he could leave his room. And if anyone did say something to him, he could say he was shooting a cloud formation.

But what he was shooting were sweet, sexy pictures of the golden teenager who looked so lovely and sexy down at the pool.

Tammy was lovely. She had one of those unique, classic faces, the bone structure perfect, as if chiseled by a master. In fact, many people always remarked how much she looked like a young starlet. She did have those remarkable cheekbones, luscious lips, and sweet brown eyes.

She had a fabulous young body that had taken on a rich ripeness during the summer months, her hips plush, supple, her tummy flat and tight, her legs beautifully tapered, and her tits, which had been little bumps, had now developed to a round firmness, like two oranges-soft, full, pointed.

She saw another bright flash.

"God, he's takin' pictures of me," she whispered, and felt a sting of excitement.

She trembled with a new sensation. Instinctively, her legs spread apart, and she lay supine on the lounger.

A quick series of flashes lit up the window. "Mmmmmm, he liked that move."

She cocked one knee up. More pictures. Then she pretended to straighten the towel under her, lifting up and thrusting her young hips off the lounger. The flashing camera went wild.

This is fun! she thought.

Tammy was also getting real hot. She felt a sweet gooshing at the crotch of her bathing suit. She got up, positioned herself on all fours, on her hands and knees, as if to lie down on her belly, her beautiful teen-queen ass arched toward the camera. She stole a look over her shoulder and saw the flash of the camera.

She lay down on her stomach, making sure her fine ass was arched up a little, and Tammy had an ass that couldn't have been more perfect if she had ordered it done by the same sculptor who chiseled her face.

She was steaming hot now, and she rubbed her cunt against the lounger, then she rolled over again, drooped her legs over the side of the chair, her eyes half closed so she could see the man with the camera, how he kept shooting shots of her.

What Tammy was suddenly realizing was that she loved showing off. She tingled all over.

The man, now picking up on the nymphette's brazen show, moved out of his room onto the balcony. He reloaded his camera, then telephotoed in on her and took more pictures.

Tammy saw him out there, tall, handsome, an older man, who looked about forty. He had sandy hair and he was lean and muscular in his swimsuit.

She pretended that her eyes were closed, but she kept one open so she could see him. She stretched again, throwing her arms wide, cocking one leg.

The man took more pictures.

She lounged sexily, giving him little moves. Then she saw him reach down and stroke his crotch.

Golly! she thought. He's all hot like I am!

Whew, this is fun!

She sizzled all over with a buzz of excitement and sexual urging.

He's playin' with himself! she thought. Jeez!

Indeed the man was. He palmed his huge erection as he looked at the gorgeous young girl. He'd never seen such a sexy beauty.

Then some people came out to the pool. A gross-looking family in wild-colored swim attire. Tammy had to refrain from further antics, and the man disappeared back into his room.

But as she lay there, she felt a new flame, an new personality. She had loved turning the man on. She loved getting him all hot, the way he played with himself as he looked at her.

She couldn't stand it.

She went to the bathhouse and looked at herself in a toilet stall. She stood against the door and pulled her bikini down. Her cunt was all wet. She diddled her linger into the juicy warmth, flipped her clit, and within thirty seconds she was shaking and shuddering, tingling all over with the feel of orgasm.

Then she sat down on the toilet seat. She spread her legs. Her yellow bikini pulled tight at her ankles. She stuck a finger in her pussy and fucked herself again, her hips rising up, her ass lifting to her plunging linger, and she came again.

She finally went to her motel room. Her parents had left her a note that they were in the dining room. They left instructions that she was to meet them.

Tammy couldn't get the picture-taking man out of her mind. What would he do with the pictures? He'd probably jack-off to them, she thought. This idea sent a hot tingle bubbling through her fine young body.

She lay down on the bed. The air-conditioner hummed. She was completely nude. She played with her titties, then rubbed her sweet pussy.

"God, I love to masturbate!" she whispered, sticking her finger in her juicing cunt.

She found her clit and tickled it until she burbled all over with another climax.

She got up, took a shower, and slipped into a pair of tight pink panties and a pink bra. She saw her dad's bottle of Jim Beam on the table. She uncapped it and took a slug.

"Ooof!" she choked. "That's strong shit!"

But she liked the hot feeling of the booze going through her, splashing on her empty stomach. She went over to the drapes and peeked out across the way at the room where the man had been taking pictures. He was standing out on the balcony.

She pulled the drapes, then backed up and turned on the light.

She took another slug of Jim Beam and walked to the big glass window. He saw her.

She could tell he saw her, because he straightened up quickly from leaning over the railing on his balcony. She stood in her pink panties and bra.

The man waved his fingers at her in a feeble hello.

She smiled at him and rolled her hips suggestively. He held up one finger as if to say, Wait a minute, and then he disappeared into his room.

Tammy stood waiting for him to come back out. She thought he was going to go in and get his camera, but soon she heard a knock at her door.

"Oh, my gawd!" she whispered. She opened the door just a crack. It was him!

He was handsome, tall, lean, an older man with rugged, muscular features.

"Hello," he said. "Can I come in."

"I-I don't think so," Tammy said. "This is my parents' room!"

"Just for a minute?" he urged.

"Ah, well, let me get something on," she said, leaving the door open and walking to the baggage on the closet shelf.

The man pushed in and closed the door.

Tammy turned to face him.

"You're gorgeous," he said, smiling.

"Ah, well ... I oughta put some clothes on."

"You look great in panties and bra," he said. Then they stood for a moment in silence. "I took some pictures of you at the pool," he said. "You looked so beautiful, so sexy."

"Well ... I...."

"What's your name."

"Tammy Olson."

"I'm Deke Taylor."

The handsome man still had on his swim trunks, and Tammy noticed the curling bulge inside.

"You better go now," she whispered.

"I'm crazy about you. I mean I'm really attracted to you, Tammy. You're so damn beautiful!"

"I hafta go meet my parents in the dining room."

"Okay, but I'm in room 222. If you can get away later tonight, why don't you come by and let me take some more pictures of you?"

The man's cock was as hard as an iron bar now, sticking out at his crotch like a big spike.

"I-I don't know," Tammy said.

Mr. Taylor, trembling, stripped down his trunks. His huge eight-inch prick snapped up and slapped against his belly. He grabbed the stalk and pumped it wildly for a few brief moments.

"And we can masturbate too," he gasped, then pulled up his swimsuit and disappeared.

"Oh my gawd!" Tammy gasped.

She shook all over. She was hot. She'd never been so excited. It had all happened so fast. She lay down on the bed, then got back up and pulled the drapes. She got back on the bed. She slid her hand down into her panties and knuckled out the crotch.

"Oh, jeez ... he had his peter out!" she gasped hotly. "He took his peter out and played with it in front of me! Oh, shit!"

She fingered her pussy.

"Oh, wow, I made him all hard! I made him so hot he took his boner out and fucked it with his hand right in front of me like that! Oh, shit!"

She diddled her cunt fast. She spread her legs. She looked wonderful lying on the bed in her panties and bra, her hand deep in the panties fingering her pussy.

"And he wants me to meet him later and masturbate ... oh my gawd! Oh, oh! Jeeeeeeeezzzzzz!" she sighed heavily, loudly, as she came.

The phone rang.

"Tammy, are you coming down here or not?" her mother asked.

"Yes," she replied, pulling her dripping hand from her panties. ff.