Afternoon naked

In the afternoon, when Anna went out shopping, Laura reappeared. This time with a small camera in her hand and her usual mischievous smile. “Sam, let’s take a picture! A souvenir of this weekend!” she said, and before Sam could run away, she raised the camera. Sam was horrified. “Laura, no! Not a picture!”

Laura laughed and said, “Calm down, it’s just a selfie! Don’t you want to keep the memory of the morning alive?” And she ran towards Sam. Sam ran towards the backyard, but Laura was after him like a hunter, laughing and holding her camera.

Sam hid behind a tree, panting. Laura slowly approached and said in a singsong voice, “Sam, where are you? I know you’re here! Come out, I promise just one picture!” Sam’s heart was pounding. He didn't know how long this chase would last, but a strange feeling told him that maybe, just maybe, a part of him was enjoying this secret thrill.

Laura suddenly jumped out from behind the tree and shouted, "I found you!" Sam let out a short scream and ran towards the house, but Laura was faster. In one swift movement, she reached for Sam's waistband and pulled his jeans down with a tight tug. Sam, not expecting it, lost his balance and fell to the grass. Laura bent down, took off her T-shirt and threw it aside. Now Sam was completely naked again, just like in the morning, but this time in the backyard, in the afternoon sun.

"Laura! What are you doing?!" Sam screamed in terror, trying to cover herself with her hands, but Laura raised the camera and flashed. "Great! This one is a masterpiece!" He said and took a few quick photos, one of Sam lying on the ground, one as he tried to get up, and one as he looked shyly at the camera.

“Laura, stop! Give me my clothes!” Sam begged, but Laura just laughed and threw the pants and T-shirt away, behind the bushes. “No, Dad, you look better this way! Stay like this, just a few more photos!” And the camera flash went on again.

Sam finally got up and ran towards the house, naked and red with embarrassment. Laura was running behind him, taking photos. “Sam, wait! I’m saving this one for Instagram!” he joked, but Sam wasn’t sure he was really joking.

Sam finally reached the back door and jumped in, locking the door. He leaned against the wall, panting. Laura shouted through the glass, “Sam, don’t worry, these photos are just mine! For now!” and her laughter echoed around the yard again. Sam shook his head. This weekend was going to be much, much longer than he thought.