last week's shoot: high school graduation party

Author's note: this chapter does not contain underage sex.

Danny sat down at his computer and found the folder of pictures from the high school graduation party he shot in Weehawken. He couldn't believe the kind of money people spent, if they had money to spend. This party must have cost the family $10,000. Ten grand. For their daughter finishing high school. When he graduated high school, he got his brother to buy him and two friends a case of cheap beer, and they hung out behind the school drinking and throwing cans onto the roof.

Part of that ten grand was used to hire him to take pictures, so he wasn't going to complain. From his paycheck, he could afford his own cheap beer now, all by himself. He smiled, and took a drink from the bottle had had opened earlier.

The party was in the backyard of a fancy house. There was a back patio and pool, they had Christmas lights all over the trees and strung over the pool and patio. There was a ton of food, drinks, a catering staff, a maid staff.

Danny scrolled through the pictures. It was too dark for good photos, but hopefully he could do a little Photoshop magic and bring more brightness to things. He'd probably have to focus on a few folks in particular to bring the most out of the series. He knew the main players here were the daughter and her boyfriend. As he clicked through the set, he remembered how uninterested they were as subjects. They mostly drank, danced, kissed each other passionlessly, or did karaoke. Whew. What a life.

He spent some time looking at the other folks in the pictures. Maybe there was a story there. He saw a young girl in a green dress. She sat at a table by herself for ... wow, a lot of pictures. At one point, she had some cake. Seems like a sad night for Cake Girl.

There was a middle-aged man wearing a suit, his hair slicked back. Danny remembered, oh right, that's the dad, that's the guy who paid me. He scrolled back to the start, and there were several shots early on of the parents together. There was Host Dad in his suit. There was Host Mom, in a satiny dark blue dress with some kind of glittery something on the hem. She had a hefty stone pendant on a necklace and an almost-as-hefty stone ring on her left hand. Ten thousand for this party, maybe twice that for the engagement ring.

There were the parents, there was their daughter, they were hugging, enjoying the party, blah blah blah. Other guests filled out the periphery. There were a few other parents there, probably friends of the hosts, doing double-duty as so-called chaperones.

As he continued through the set, he saw something, stopped, and had to back up. This is curious, he thought. Here's a couple of parents arriving with a kid, probably their son. The husband looks younger than the wife, and by quite a bit. The wife was maybe 50, once-blonde hair now graying in places. Quite elegant, but looked more like a possible grandmother than a hot soccer mom. But the husband was much younger. He wore a tan suit, which nearly matched his still-blond hair. Second marriage? Hm.

Two pictures later, Older Glam Wife is at the bar getting a cocktail. Tan Suit Husband didn't get his wife a drink? This was a strange circumstance.

Next few pictures, Danny must have been moving around the pool toward the house. The main focus of these pictures was the arrival of more kids, friends of the host daughter. But the camera caught more than the foreground. He saw a blurry figure on around the side of the house, partially in the darkness. Based on color, he imagined it was Tan Suit Husband. Next photo, the shrubs near the house were in clearer focus, and -- yes, that's exactly who it was. He was alone.

Wait, no he was not. There was something glittering nearby.

Danny looked closer. He clicked forward to the next picture, and realized the truth. Tan Suit Husband was in the bushes to the side of the house ... and hiding next to him, lower down, was the glittering dress of Host Mom.

Danny wished he had some forensic camera magic he'd seen on TV -- zoom in there, enhance, let's see that in detail, and so on. But he decided that what he thought he saw is what was there.

In each of the subsequent pictures, maybe nine or ten more, the foreground was clear and bright and focused on a kid arriving, maybe posing with their girlfriend or bestie or something. But in the background, blurry and unclear, were two unmistakeable figures: Tan Suit Husband, his back to the house, and Host Mom, crouched down in front of him.

Danny kept clicking forward and back through these pictures, and although the adults in the background were dark and out of focus, there was no doubt that Host Mom was giving some oral service to Tan Suit Husband, the man who wouldn't get his wife a cocktail.

Danny scrolled through more of the series, but he had changed his angle, and that dark corner by the house was not in his background anymore. That is, until after about twenty or so more pictures. Danny had come full circle around the pool, and this time, due to a bad (or not so bad) autofocus, he actually had a pretty high definition shot that included the side of the house. A car had just pulled up in the next driveway, which cast light on the side of the house. And lo and behold, there it was, as clear as day. Tan Suit Husband, pants down, Host Mom, on her knees, her mouth, his cock -- this was a single moment of unexpected adultery in the background of a high school graduation party.

The next picture told an even better story. It seemed that the lights from the car next door scared the would-be lovers. Host Mom now had turned to her right, somewhat facing the camera. The cock that had been in her mouth was now dangling next to her face. She wore an expression of holy fuck, there's a light on me, and Tan Suit Husband still wore a look of sexual pleasure on his face. He probably hadn't realized yet that his cock was no longer in her mouth.

Next photo -- oh wow, the story got worse for them. Tan Suit Husband wasn't just awkwardly abandoned in the middle of a blowjob. he was awkwardly abandoned in the middle of an orgasm. Host Mom was struggling to stand, but with the clear light from the car next door, Danny could actually see Tan Suit's cock, and he was definitely mid-orgasm. It was distant, but there was a distinct shape of exactly what he assumed it was -- and it was heading for Host Mom. In the moment of this photo, she had about 0.2 seconds to move out of the line of fire.

One more picture -- it's crazy to think that Danny was actually shooting something else, because this episode in the back was all he could see now. But in the next picture, it was clear that Host Mom didn't escape in time. She must have been closer than he thought because whatever was exploding from Tan Suit's cock definitely landed on Host Mom, maybe her shoulder, maybe her dress.

Danny laughed. This was nuts. Who would ever have imagined that not only was this going on at the party, but that his pictures would capture it?

There was one more picture from this angle, but the car headlights from next door had faded, so the auto-focus attended to the foreground. Danny could still see the now blurred figures of Tan Suit and Host Mom, and could only imagine what might have transpired next between them. Would Host Mom change her dress? Would Tan Suit ever get his wife a cocktail? Would Host Dad or Host Daughter ever find out? Tune in next time!

Danny chuckled to himself. What a weird career I have.