The camera never lies

I clicked right again on the screen, but before the the next shot flashed up, I heard the shower clunk off and the bathroom door fly open. I quickly put the camera into my coat pocket next to me and pulled my jeans up, pushing my stiff dick to the side to try and hide its bulge. She entered the room just then, still trying to wrap the towel around her wet body. I stood up collecting my things from the floor and trying to relax my mixed emotions of anger and lust.
‘That was quick. Have you finished in the bathroom?’ I asked ‘I’ll just jump in then.’ She nodded while searching the table and surrounding area. ‘Lost something?’ I said calmly. ‘Have you seen my camera?’ She said without looking up, still lifting magazines and books from the underside shelves of the coffee table. ‘No I haven’t. Why, the panic? Have you been taking snaps of things you shouldn’t have?’
‘No.’ she said quickly, eyeing me over to work out my last comment, ‘No, it’s just that Rachael was over earlier and she may have picked it up accidentally.’
‘Oh,’ I said, ‘you probably don’t want anyone seeing those, do you eh?’
I smiled and walked out.