As I recall, we were bare foot with our feet in the water, where the mouth of Stoney Creek empties into Lake Michigan. We were about to start a photo shoot, while standing midstream in the creek's cool crystal water. It was no more than six inches deep, while the lazy summer time current, gently washed over our feet and between our toes. Her name was Nora and I had a crush on her, those dark flashing eyes of her's were flashing green for go. It was the art of giving and the art of taking...traffic signals in the middle of a creek.
She wore a basic wrap-around skirt and a simple button-down blouse that lovingly hugged her curves. She slowly and deliberately took off the blouse and skirt, revealing her bare breasts and tiny blue bikini bottom. What a tan she had. She was brown as a nut with skin soft as velvet. She tossed her clothes onto the underbrush along the bank. She was ready to start modeling. She was ready to start posing for a warm summer time shoot.
Her toes were in the water, as she sat on a log that crossed the creek. Without any directing, she open her legs wide and arched her back. Her nipples guided her breasts upward. Her perfectly centered nipples were hard as jelly beans and she was proud of her warm July show.
Then I started my own photography show, one frame at a time. Each camera click was her cue to change poses and move about. Clutching her breasts with both hands, she let her nipples slip between open fingers. She toyed with her nippies, slowly rolling them between her index fingers and thumbs, daring them to stand proudly at attention.
Starring into the lens, she moved her hands down her flat stomach to stop at both sides of her bikini crotch.
"I feel naughty. Should I be naughty?" she asked in a soft purr.
"Yeeeeees, you should be naughty. You should be very naughty. Pleeeeeease, pull your bikini aside and caress yourself." I said with a guy purr. The Tom Cat smiled back at Tweety. Nora was looking at me through half closed eyes and smiling back. She was about to let the bird out of the cage.
With her left hand, she pulled the blue fabric aside and showed me her silky smooth pussy. Her manicured fingers worked herself wide and opened herself apart for the camera. Slowly she started to masturbate her clitoris in circles. Click. Click. She was beautiful and doing a beautiful thing for the camera. She was going to cum, she was going to have an orgasm for the lens in this beautiful outdoor place.
She wore a basic wrap-around skirt and a simple button-down blouse that lovingly hugged her curves. She slowly and deliberately took off the blouse and skirt, revealing her bare breasts and tiny blue bikini bottom. What a tan she had. She was brown as a nut with skin soft as velvet. She tossed her clothes onto the underbrush along the bank. She was ready to start modeling. She was ready to start posing for a warm summer time shoot.
Her toes were in the water, as she sat on a log that crossed the creek. Without any directing, she open her legs wide and arched her back. Her nipples guided her breasts upward. Her perfectly centered nipples were hard as jelly beans and she was proud of her warm July show.
Then I started my own photography show, one frame at a time. Each camera click was her cue to change poses and move about. Clutching her breasts with both hands, she let her nipples slip between open fingers. She toyed with her nippies, slowly rolling them between her index fingers and thumbs, daring them to stand proudly at attention.
Starring into the lens, she moved her hands down her flat stomach to stop at both sides of her bikini crotch.
"I feel naughty. Should I be naughty?" she asked in a soft purr.
"Yeeeeees, you should be naughty. You should be very naughty. Pleeeeeease, pull your bikini aside and caress yourself." I said with a guy purr. The Tom Cat smiled back at Tweety. Nora was looking at me through half closed eyes and smiling back. She was about to let the bird out of the cage.
With her left hand, she pulled the blue fabric aside and showed me her silky smooth pussy. Her manicured fingers worked herself wide and opened herself apart for the camera. Slowly she started to masturbate her clitoris in circles. Click. Click. She was beautiful and doing a beautiful thing for the camera. She was going to cum, she was going to have an orgasm for the lens in this beautiful outdoor place.
Her gorgeous body slowly started to arch backwards and her full lips mouthed the words, "I'm gonna cum." Click. She suddenly gave a few strong jerks, followed by a series of smaller thrusts. Click. Click. She closed her legs while tightly holding her hands against her pussy for some final spasms. Click. All the while, her eyes had been wide open and melting the camera into a puddle and at the same time, spot welding my tallywacker to my jockstap. Reluctantly she put the bird back in the cage.
"I can do it again, and again in a few minutes, as many times as you like. I love to cum."
"Very cool! That's so very cool." I said.
I was glad for the sake of photography, but I was starting to feel like a one-shot musket, a single grenade or my favorite flavor of the day ice cream cone. If she were to sample my flavor, there wouldn't be another ice cream cone until tomorrow's delivery...t/b/c
"I can do it again, and again in a few minutes, as many times as you like. I love to cum."
"Very cool! That's so very cool." I said.
I was glad for the sake of photography, but I was starting to feel like a one-shot musket, a single grenade or my favorite flavor of the day ice cream cone. If she were to sample my flavor, there wouldn't be another ice cream cone until tomorrow's delivery...t/b/c
Glady8er2 / John Bunnell
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