Well, it was bad enough with the style of bikini Charlette chose to wear, because there was certainly far more skin on show than fabric.  Ordinarily, this would be a good thing for any red-blooded male to behold.  And then she re-entered the water.  That “good thing” just ramped up tenfold, if not more.<br/><br/>Continuing to snap away, Paul truly marveled at how any straight, male photographers managed to take pictures of scantily-clad (if not downright naked) women for those girlie magazines.  He supposed that if you saw it enough, you’d get used to it.  He highly doubted, however, that he would<i>ever</i>get used to it, without some sort of excitement on display.  And her perky nipples weren’t helping!<br/><br/>Charlette varied her poses, as well as her facial expressions.  These ranged from smiling, to teasing, to bashfulness.  Paul was by no means an expert, but she sure seemed to know how to titillate.  Apparently done with posing for the time being, Charlette approached him and asked, “So what are you gonna do with these?”<br/><br/>Paul shrugged easily, and then replied, “I dunno.  I was gonna download them for you to use as you see fit.”  He handed her the camera in order for her to scan through the numerous photos.  “If you like, you could pick out your favorites, and I’ll send them over to my contact who assists with my calendars.  See what he thinks.  I consider them yours, so it’s up to you.”