ESPC3: Getting Back to nature
written by:
Robbyfoot

Photo Challenge Story: This story is part of the third Photo Challenge! Authors were requested to write a story, based on a hot erotic picture. Several authors stepped up to the plate, and this story is one of the contenders! Click here to see the picture. Full Photo Challenge #3 results can be found by clicking here.

This story is a work of fiction. Any reference within this story to an actual person, place or entity is entirely coincidental.

Chapter 1

I carefully stepped around the outcropping of granite, and paused about 3 feet from the precipice. I slowly inched forward until I was able to look over the edge and down to the river that flowed through the narrow strait at least 50 or 60 feet below. I had never been particularly afraid of heights, but I immediately stepped back a couple of feet, knowing that a fall from here meant serious injury at the least, and possibly death.

Most of the terrain in all directions was much flatter than this glacial remnant that jutted up near what was left of a once mighty river, and from my current vantage point I could see at least a mile both upstream and down.

Upstream, the rocky cliff quickly dropped off into a heavily forested area that stretched as far as the eye could see. Downstream was just the opposite. The rocky promontory gradually sloped down until it reached the level of the river. The side I was standing on became a flat plain with shrubs and a few trees. The other side of the river was a massive marshy area filled with reeds and cattails.

I lowered the large bag from my shoulder to the ground, and pulled my 35mm camera from inside it. I had a digital camera back at the motel which was fine for some things, but for the clarity and detail I was looking for, and with some of the wide angles and zoom I needed, the Nikon was still my preference.

I checked the exposure and shutter speed and started snapping pictures of the rocky face directly across from me, the forest to the North, and the marsh to the South. I quickly went through a complete roll of film, reloaded the camera, and then stowed it back in the bag, pondering exactly how I was going to get to a suitable location for the pictures I was really after.

My name is Alex, and I'm a professional photographer, and I knew that somewhere beneath my feet, in the trees nestled along the face of the sheer cliff that dropped to the water below, was the subject of my visit to this natural wonder - Bald Eagles.

I work for a popular newsmagazine, and wildlife pictures aren't really my specialty, but after nearly a year in Africa, then to Indonesia after the tsunami, and then a year covering the war taking endless snapshots of our brave soldiers and the worst kind of devastation and destruction you can imagine - when I had been offered the chance to spend a little time in the wilderness I had jumped at it.

We were doing a story on the resurgence of the Bald Eagle and its amazing comeback from near extinction, and I was traveling to several sites around the country to take pictures of them in their natural habitat.

It was a great opportunity to clear my head of the war, as well as my most recent failed relationship.

She had given me an ultimatum - the career I loved, or her - and that fit right in with the pattern that had developed over the past 10 years. It had been the same with my ex-wife, and the last three girlfriends - them or the job - and I had made the same choice with each one.

It wasn't that I didn't care for them, quite the contrary; I would even say I felt love for a couple of them, but none of them had been able to offer "enough" to make me choose the other way.

Not enough compassion for the people and situations I was exposed to; not enough interest in my career, or their own for that matter; not enough sense of adventure or desire to explore anything other than the trendy shops and clubs of Manhattan; and, last but certainly not least, not enough passion.

Maybe I was just too hard to please, but I was certain that somewhere out there was a woman who would embrace my lifestyle. A woman who had a zest for life equal to mine; a woman who was a little wild and crazy, while still being grounded firmly in reality; a woman who would accept how important my career was to me, and not ask me to give it up for her.

I shook my head to clear those thoughts, knowing that it was a subject that I needed to spend some serious time thinking about - just not right now.

Just as I picked up my bag, preparing to backtrack to look for the shortest way down to the river, I spotted what I thought were 2 eagles, one coming directly at me from the North, the other hovering high overhead.

I set my bag down and once again pulled my camera from inside. I wanted to change lenses, but both majestic birds were circling lower and lower, and if I paused to switch to a wide angle they would be below the edge of the cliff before I was ready.

I snapped about a dozen shots, and then eased closer to the cliff face to try and continue my shooting. Once the birds were completely out of sight I turned and reached to pick up my camera bag.

Just as I picked up the bag in my left hand I lost my footing and slipped back a little, not really coming that close to the edge, but still scaring me enough that I reached out for a handhold and dropped the camera bag.

Of course Murphy was proven right again, because the bag fell directly behind my left foot, bounced off of a rock, and went over the edge.

I turned and crawled to the drop-off, peering down toward the river below, and saw the bag full of equipment bounce off a couple of boulders before splashing into the water. It was heavily padded and buoyant, and immediately began floating toward the center of the river.

I watched in disgust as the swift current quickly carried it downstream; I couldn't believe I had been so clumsy. Between lenses, light meters, filters, a top-of-the-line flash attachment, and unexposed film, it was going to cost at least a couple of thousand dollars to replace.

Once I made my way back down to the rivers edge, I spent a couple of hours walking downstream hoping it had made its way to the bank on this side, but nothing was to be found. I guessed the next stop for my possessions would be the Gulf of Mexico.

I dejectedly made my way back to my rental car and headed into town, glad that I had the habit of removing my exposed rolls of film from my case every day. The only pictures I had lost were the ones I had snapped this afternoon.

I guess the silver lining in this was that I still had my Nikon, as well as the digital back at the motel. At least I could still take some shots until I replaced everything else.

Chapter 2

This was a town of only about 4 thousand people, so as I turned to drive down the 3 block Main Street toward the camera store that had been listed in the phone book I wasn't feeling overly optimistic about the prospect of finding anything useful.

Unfortunately, the nearest city of any size was almost an hour away so I thought I would take a chance before I made that drive.

The quaint downtown district was a few newer structures amid primarily century old buildings that housed a variety of modern businesses - a café, a bookstore, a hardware store, a couple of pubs, and a small furniture store among them.

"Chuck's Camera Shop" was in one of the older limestone buildings, and I paused to peek in the window before entering. I was pleasantly surprised by the selection of equipment they seemed to have. Furthermore, in spite of the old structure it was housed in, the store had clearly been remodeled recently and all the fixtures, shelving and lighting were ultra-modern.

As I stepped through the door a small bell chimed to announce my presence, and a pleasant female voice called out from somewhere in the back of the store. "I'll be right there".

While I waited, I surveyed an unbelievably well stocked and professional looking photography business.

I am certain my surprise was evident based on the question from the still unseen female - "I just remodeled, how do you like it?" she asked.

I was even more surprised when I turned and found myself face to face with a goddess.

She was tall, at least 5'9" or 5'10", with long dark hair that hung almost to the top of the skin tight jean shorts she was wearing. She was also wearing a pink and white, almost sort of tie-dye top that was being pushed to the limits of its material strength to contain a pair of very nicely sized and amazingly firm looking breasts. A well manicured set of pink nails and strap-type sandals that ended near the top of her muscular calves completed her ensemble.

Just as I became coherent again and realized that I was staring, she broke the ice by saying "Well, I guess I'll take that look as a compliment. So, I saw you checking the place out, what do you think?"

"I'll be honest with you", I replied, "This is fantastic. "I've seen camera shops in New York that weren't this modern or well stocked. I would have never expected to find something like this here."

Her name was Diane, and she explained that "Chuck" had been her father who had started the business about 30 years ago, about the time she was born, and she had grown up along with the business. When he had passed away about a year earlier she had decided to invest his life insurance and remodel the store and the apartment upstairs. She said that in spite of the size of the community she was located in, and that with the help of internet sales, the business was doing better then she had ever expected.

I explained what had happened to my equipment, and she told me that she could fix me up with everything I needed today, except new lenses and a flash attachment. Those we could order online from Chicago, and since it was Friday, if we ordered them before 5:00 and paid for the overnight shipping, she could have them here by the end of the day on Monday.

We put the order together, totaling almost $2500, and when I handed her my credit card she looked at it for a moment, and then glanced up at me with a strange look on her face.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"It's just your name", she replied.

"I guess I have my mother to thank for that" I said with a laugh. "I usually go by Alex, but of course they always put your full name on the card".

My last name is Hamilton, and my mother had decided to name me Alexander.

I had grown up with the usual teasing from all the other kids, and I still got an occasional look of surprise, like the one from Diane, when people saw my full name written out.

"Actually", she responded, "I've heard your name before. There's a photographer who works for a national newsmagazine whose work I really admire who has the same - Oh my God, is that you?"

"Guilty as charged" I replied.

Suddenly her smile got bigger, and she reached out and placed her hand on mine. "I have so much respect for the work you did in Indonesia and the war zone. It was so real I almost felt like I was there with you".

We talked for a few minutes about some of the work I had done, and I was impressed with how much she knew about my career.

She quickly set to work ordering things from the supplier and gathering up film, tripod, filters, and a new case, while I stood and just enjoyed the scenery as she reached, and turned, and moved in ways that allowed me to see what a truly incredible body she had.

When she reached up to grab the case I wanted off the top shelf, she actually put one knee up on a lower shelf to give herself a little more reach, although as tall as she was it wouldn't have been much of a stretch for her anyway. The move put her amazing ass on perfect display for me, and when she turned and looked at me as she was grabbing the case, I realized that she knew exactly what I was looking at.

"Wow", I thought to myself, she's flirting with me.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm 35, 6'1", 195#, and I work out regularly. I don't have the super six-pack abs, but I also don't have a beer belly or any extra flab. I was blessed to have a full head of dark hair, which was only now starting to thin a little, and I have often been told that my bright blue eyes are my best feature.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I was used to women flirting with me, and occasionally it was women this hot, but there was something about Diane that made me think she would be a handful - in bed and out of it - but I just couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was that made me think that.

"So Alex", she asked as she packed up my things, "Have you had the chance to check out the town yet. Maybe it would be helpful if you had somebody local show you around".

"Are you volunteering?" I asked, hoping for any reason to get to know her better.

"Sure", she replied. "Since tomorrow is Saturday I close at noon, and it's supposed to be a beautiful day. Maybe we could pack a lunch and I could show you how to get to a great spot on the other side of the river where you can see the eagle nests perfectly."

"I would love that", I responded, thinking that not only would I get to spend time alone with her, but it would also give me the chance to get some of the shots I was after.

To my surprise she took it one step further.

"What about dinner tonight? Do you have any plans?"

"I just got in this morning. I wouldn't even know where to go".

"Do you like fish", she asked, "There's a great place not more than a 15 minute drive from here".

"Fish is great if it's broiled or baked", I replied. "I'm not too fond of deep fried".

"Around here we call that Poor Man's Lobster", she said with a chuckle, "And I'm sure they will have a couple of different choices." She glanced up at the clock, and I saw that it was almost 5:00. "I close at 6:00, and I live right upstairs so I can be ready in about 45 minutes. Can you pick me up at 7:00? Just pull around back and honk and I'll come down"

"Sure", I said. Then I thought to ask about proper dress.

"Casual is perfect", she said. "Anything more than slacks and a shirt with a collar and you will be overdressed".

I said goodbye and made a quick stop at a grocery store for some razor blades and a bottle of wine. I wanted to be clean shaven and hopefully we would be in the mood for wine after dinner.

Once back at the motel I put the wine on ice, packaged up my exposed rolls of film for shipment back to the office, shaved, and then jumped into the shower. I hadn't gotten laid in almost a month, and as I covered my body in a soapy lather my semi-erect cock somehow found its way repeatedly into my hand.

I couldn't quit thinking about the possibilities.

I dressed casually in a pair of black jeans and an oxford shirt, making sure to apply just enough cologne, but not too much. I caught a few minutes of the evening news, and then headed for the camera shop.

She was dressed in jeans that showed off her ass to perfection, and a blouse that showed just enough cleavage to keep me looking at her chest during dinner.

The supper club overlooked a small lake, and the food was fantastic. We spent a couple of hours discussing her love of photography, the steady tourist traffic that came to see the eagles and how good it was for her business, and my career.

It turns out she really was a fan of my work, and she reminded me of a photo shoot I had done of the natives people of Fiji several years ago. I had completely forgotten about them until now, and between this jaunt back to nature, and this beautiful woman, I was suddenly reminded why I had gotten into photography.

We talked a little about politics, and school, and all those not-too-personal things that seem to get covered on a first date. She did comment that I wasn't wearing a wedding ring, and she asked if I had ever been married. I explained that I had been for about 2 years when I was in my mid 20s. I explained that the time apart, with me often gone on assignment, had been too much of a strain on the relationship, but that we had parted amicably and still talked 3 or 4 times a year.

I asked about her relationship status, and she explained that the only serious thing in her recent past had ended about a year ago. Her explanation was simply that "I guess I was too much of a free spirit for his tastes. He was from a pretty religious and conservative family, and I was a little bit too far left and uninhibited for him. I think people have to figure out who they are and what they love and then just do their own thing, and hope that they find somebody who will accept them for who they are".

I didn't ask her to elaborate, but she had my imagination running wild.

We ended the evening with a stroll down main street and back, and a quick cocktail in one of the pubs, and I immediately began to get an erection when she inquired if I had ever done any "erotic photography". I told her "No, but only because I have never been offered the right opportunity".

The night ended at the bottom of her steps with a kiss that made my toes curl.

As much as I wanted her to invite me up, I didn't want to seem impatient or single minded. As beautiful and sexy as she was, I could tell already that there was a lot more to her than just good looks.

Later, as I lay in bed wishing I had the willpower to not masturbate, wanting to save it for tomorrow just in case, I was unable to resist touching myself. This woman turned me on, and I needed to come.

I slowly stroked my cock as I repeatedly replayed the last thing she had said before she turned and went up the stairs to her apartment. After our kiss she had reached out and touched my face and said "I'm glad you're here to spend some time away from the horrible things you've seen lately, taking some time to photograph things that are beautiful and natural. Sometimes, when you least expect it, nature can also provide you with certain opportunities - and they might be the kind of opportunities you've never been offered before."

Suddenly I was there, my groans of pleasure filling my motel room as I exploded, Diane's face filling my mind as a massive load burst from inside me in one powerful jet after another, literally covering me in cum from my groin to my forehead.

After cleaning up I passed out in moments, my cock still hard in anticipation of tomorrow.

Chapter 3

The next morning dawned bright and beautiful. The forecast called for 80 and sunny, and I made a quick trip to the local Wal-Mart for a new pair of shorts.

When I goy back to the motel I had a message from her. She asked that I bring my digital camera and the bottle of wine I had purchased last night.

I was waiting outside the back of the camera shop at 12:15 when she came down the stairs. She looked great in a pair of khaki shorts, a green tank top and hiking boots.

She asked me to help her for a moment, and I followed her back up to her apartment to get a small cooler, to which we added my bottle of wine to the one she had, a sturdy looking picnic basket that seemed awfully weighted down for just two people, a large blanket, a couple of towels - in case we decided to take a dip she said - and her camera bag.

It was about a 10 minute drive to reach a bridge across the river, and soon after crossing it she had me turn off the asphalt surface onto a dirt road that wasn't really much more than a two lane trail through the heavily wooded area north of the rocky outcropping I had visited yesterday. Immediately after turning off the pavement we encountered a gate that was chained shut with a heavy duty padlock and a large "No Trespassing" sign. Diane had me pause while she got out and opened the lock, swinging the gate wide open to allow me to pass through, and then locking it back up behind us.

When she got back in the car she explained that the property belonged to her Aunt and Uncle, and she visited here often when she was looking for some peace and quiet, privacy or solitude.

We followed the rudimentary road for about 15 minutes, and then it abruptly ended when we entered a small clearing that was about 100 yards across and stopped at a nearly vertical face of rock similar to the one I had climbed yesterday on the other side of the river. My best guess was that this was indeed the formation that was directly across the river from where I had been. Diane confirmed that a little later, after we had parked and walked around the base of the rocky projection to the edge of the river.

I was able to look up and see the spot where I had been yesterday, and this really was a perfect place to get the pictures I was after.

There were several large nests perched in the tops of trees along the bank on the other side of the river. We could see the eaglets sticking their heads out over the top of the nests, impatiently waiting for their mothers to return with food.

We climbed up the rocks to an elevation that allowed us to see right into the nests and we spent nearly an hour there watching the mothers return to feed their young, and I got several good pictures, but I knew I would want to return here once I got the rest of my equipment.

We carefully climbed down and walked back around the rocks to the clearing where we were parked, and retrieved all our things, including the digital cameras, from the car.

"I know just the place for lunch", Diane as we headed across the clearing. "It's only about a 10 minute walk from here, and it's very secluded and peaceful, and completely private".

As I followed her through the woods, my eyes glancing down repeatedly to watch her incredible ass moving and shifting inside her tight shorts, I thought to myself that privacy was exactly what I wanted - the privacy of me and her alone and naked in a king size bed.

We entered a clearing that was probably ¼ acre in size, surrounded on three sides by trees, with a small, crystal clear stream on the other side that I assumed flowed to the river.

I spread the blanket on the bed of grass that filled the clearing, and then opened the first bottle of wine while she spread out the feast. She had prepared some small sandwiches as well as several types of fruit, cheese, crackers, hard boiled eggs, pickles, olives and a variety of vegetables. It was a veritable smorgasbord of culinary delights, and it explained why the basket had felt so heavy.

We spent the next hour snacking and sipping wine, and the more I got to know her, the better I liked her. What was confusing to me was the fact that some guy hadn't snatched her up already. She was beautiful, smart, witty, and, as she had volunteered to me last night, and as I was soon to find out for myself - extremely uninhibited.

"So Alex", she asked as we finished packing the remnants of lunch into the basket, "You swear you've never taken any erotic photos? I guess I'm surprised by that. I'm sure there are plenty of attractive women willing to pose for a good looking guy like you".

"It's not like the idea hasn't crossed my mind", I responded as I sipped my wine, liking the way this conversation was going. "Like I said last night, I have just never had the opportunity presented to me by the right woman at the right time".

"Oh come on", she said with a smile. "Do you expect me to believe that a professional photographer with your looks and credentials has never had a woman offer to pose for him?"

"I didn't say that I've never taken photos of a woman", I said with a laugh, "I just said that I've never had the right opportunity with the right woman at the right time for things to turn erotic".

"So are you saying you would have interest in that? Are you a man who would jump at the right opportunity if it was presented to him by the right woman?" she asked in a playful tone as she looked at me over the rim of her wine glass.

"If it was the right opportunity, absolutely", I responded as I got up and excused myself to step into the woods to relieve myself.

When I returned I noticed that she had opened the second bottle of wine, moved both camera bags off to the side of the blanket, and she had removed her digital camera from the bag and set it over on my side of the blanket.

She was sitting facing toward me with her hiking boots and socks removed. Her knees were bent, and when I sat directly in front of her it was impossible to ignore the fact that the narrow strip of khaki cloth between her legs was pulled so tightly against her crotch that the shape of her labia was unmistakable.

I then noticed my camera sitting next to her, and I didn't know what she had planned, but I was pretty sure I was going to like it.

"I have this sense that I can trust you Alex", she said as she pulled her t-shirt from inside the waist of her shorts, "So I'm going to be blunt with you. I'm a very natural person, and I think a big part of being natural and being with nature is being undressed. I love to be naked, and I want you to use your skills and photograph me, in my natural state".

"Use my camera", she continued as she set her now empty wine glass aside. "Start now and just do your best work ever. Capture everything; I just put an empty 2 GB memory card in".

I immediately picked up her camera and started snapping pictures of her as she ran her hands up and down her body, touching and caressing herself in a way that was incredibly sexy, even though she was still dressed.

I kept shooting as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, tossing it aside and quickly unhooking her bra and pulling that off as well.

She took a few moments to roll her now erect nipples between her fingertips, and I could see the jolts of pleasure course through her body as she stimulated what was clearly one of her hot spots.

She then started rubbing her hands up and down her legs, her fingers trailing up the inside of her thighs and pausing to rub circles over the area of material that covered her womanhood. As she touched herself it became obvious that the fabric was quickly becoming soaked with her juices.

I continued to shoot, pausing for only an instant to rearrange my hard cock inside my shorts, as she unbuttoned her own shorts and slid the zipper down.

I watched, and photographed, as she hooked both thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and with one motion slid them down her legs and tossed them aside, her white panties now the only thing between me and the little slice of heaven she had between her legs.

I zoomed in on the small strip of cloth that basically did nothing to conceal her pussy. It was so wet with her juices, and her pussy was so swollen with lust, that I could clearly make out the distinct shape of both lips and the bump where her clitoris was.

"Tell me what you want to see now", she hissed and she rubbed one fingertip up and down over the small nub, "Tell me".

"Take your panties off", I said, my voice hoarse with lust. "Show it to me. Show me your pussy".

It was obvious that we both wanted the same thing because she immediately peeled her panties off and threw them over with the rest of her clothes, the wet, pink gash between her legs now exposed to me.

She was well trimmed, with only a small patch of hair at the top of her cleft, and I zoomed in on her pussy as she reached down and ran two fingers up and down in the slick furrow, and then flicked her fingertip back and forth directly under the nub of her clitoris a couple of times.

Just as I thought she was actually going to masturbate right in front of me, she stopped, and then smiled at me, knowing I wanted her to continue, and then stood up and grabbed my camera and said "Okay, now it's your turn".

"My turn for what?" I asked.

"Time for you to get naked", she replied as she started clicking pictures of me. "Come on, get that shirt off".

I thought "What the Hell", I might as well have fun with this, so I sat down on the blanket and stripped my shirt off, tossing it onto the pile of her clothes.

"Nice chest", she said, "Keep going".

I untied my boots and removed them and my socks, my cock completely hard inside my shorts.

"Don't stop now", she said as she kept shooting, "Show me that body. I want to see what exactly what you've got hiding in those shorts".

I quickly pulled my shorts off and tossed them aside, my cock tenting my boxers.

Just like when she had undressed, pausing to touch herself, teasing me and making we want to see more, I reached down and stroked my cock through my boxers. I looked up at her as I did it, and she was smiling at me, knowing exactly what I was doing.

"Tell me what you want to see now", I said with a chuckle, mimicking her words from earlier as I rubbed one fingertip up and down the clear outline of my shaft.

"Take those fucking underwear off now", she said she said with a laugh, "And show me that cock".

Enough teasing I thought as I quickly pulled my boxers off and tossed them aside.

I didn't by any definition have a massive cock, but I was quite proud of my very thick 7", and apparently she was okay with it too because as I exposed myself to her completely I heard her mutter "Oh my, that is beautiful".

The camera shutter was clicking nonstop as I leaned back on one arm and reached down to run the fingers of my right hand lightly up and down my shaft.

She kept shooting pictures, and when I stroked myself firmly a couple of times, I think she believed I was going to masturbate for her, but again I played her game and I stopped suddenly and said "Okay, that's enough for now".

She started laughing and collapsed onto the blanket beside me, and said "You play this game really well".

She then slid up next to me and we kissed passionately, for a few moments, our hands just barely caressing each other. Just as I thought things were going to get serious, she jumped up and took off across the clearing toward the creek shouting "Last one in is a rotten egg".

She had a big enough head start that I had no chance of catching her, so instead I just sat for a moment and enjoyed the view of her muscular ass as she ran, and then I grabbed the towels and the bottle of wine and walked over to where she was splashing in the crystal clear water.

We spent the next hour playing in the cool stream, kissing a little, and playing a little touchy-feely, until she suggested we head back into town "To upload all our new pictures onto the computer".

As we dressed I couldn't help thinking that she was such a breath of fresh air, exactly what I needed right now. As badly as I wanted her, I knew that even if this was only fun and games, and we never ended up actually making love, that this one day had helped to make clear in my own mind what type of woman I wanted to have in my life - and it certainly wasn't the type I had been meeting in New York.

Chapter 4

Her apartment over the camera shop was as modern and stylish as the store, with stainless steel appliances, flat screen TV and a whirlpool tub that could comfortably seat 4. The master bedroom was a massive room at the front of the building that overlooked the quaint main street.

In a small alcove that was part of the bedroom she had a desk with a brand new top-of-the-line computer and a 36" flat screen monitor.

She asked me to join her in her large two-head shower, and when I grabbed the soap and began to wash her back, caressing her breasts for a moment and then washing her legs all the way from her feet to her firm ass, I realized that I was actually touching her sexually for the first time.

By the time we finished showering we were both clearly aroused. I had an erection that was just not going to go away, and when I had touched her between the legs my fingers had instantly become coated with her sweet lubrication.

After our shower she asked me to get us a glass of wine from the refrigerator, and when I returned to the bedroom she had turned down the king size bed and was lying naked in the center of it, propped up on some pillows, her legs stretched out together in front of her.

Her camera was lying at the foot of the bed.

"Take some more pictures", she said with an incredible amount of lust in her voice. "I put a new memory card in, so take plenty".

I grabbed the camera and started shooting as she massaged and rubbed her breasts, pinching her now erect nipples between her fingers as she began to talk to me.

"Do you think there's something wrong with me? Do you understand at all that I know how lucky I am to have this body, and for some reason, a reason that I don't fully understand, I love to show it off".

I continued to click off shot after shot as she kept talking and caressing herself.

"I also love to touch myself", she said, her voice catching in her throat for an instant as she slowly bent her legs, allowing her knees to fall apart, the raw, wet, pink, gash between her legs now completely exposed to me. "I love to play with my pussy, and I'm not the least bit embarrassed to admit it or to share it with somebody I'm attracted to".

I was shooting a picture every few seconds as I watched her reach down and draw one finger up through her wetness.

"Do you want to share that with me Alex?" she asked as she brought her finger to her mouth and tasted her own nectar. "Are you excited at the prospect of watching me touch myself?"

Before I could answer she brought her finger back between her legs and started working it back and forth between her lust swollen lips.

"God yes", I replied to her questions. "I'd have to be dead to not want to see that".

She was obviously stimulating the right spot, because she threw her head back and gasped as she touched herself, her pussy making squishy sounds because she was so wet.

Her finger was now strumming lightly and quickly right under the base of her clit, and I heard her breath catch in her throat as I snapped shot after shot of her self stimulation.

When I saw the muscles in her thighs begin to tighten up, and I heard her groan in pleasure, I knew she was getting close.

Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was becoming more and more erratic, and I captured every bit of it, as she became oblivious to me, her focus clearly on her impending orgasm.

Suddenly her back began to arch, and her finger went into high speed motion, and then she was there.

"Unghhh, unghhh, unghhh", she grunted as she convulsed in pleasure, the shutter of the camera clicking steadily as I recorded her facial expressions and her gradual return to reality.

She took a moment to catch her breath, and then crawled to the edge of the bed and stood up next to me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and then ran her tongue from my shoulder to my ear and whispered "I want your cock. I want your cock inside me now".

She then turned and reached out and placed her hands on the edge of the dresser, bending at the waist and pushing her incredible ass out at me in a clear sign of what she wanted.

I stepped up behind her and squatted down a little, then carefully stood up with my cock coming to rest in the groove between her legs. Her face was reflected in the mirror, and I could see her looking at me as I started worked my shaft back and forth in the slick furrow, my cock quickly becoming coated with a layer of her copious lubrication.

Her eyes were slits, and her mouth was open wide as I stimulated her, the head of my cock rubbing her smooth, wide open labia from the tight ring of her anus to the nub of her clit.

She adjusted her grip on the edge of the dresser, and I could feel her changing her stance a little, arching her back, spreading her legs a little wider, her breathing getting ragged as I did my best to bring her to the highest possible level of arousal before I succumbed to the need to be inside her.

"Fuck me", she suddenly hissed, "Please, fuck me now".

I myself had reached the point where I was no longer able, or willing, to wait any longer, and as I slid back through her groove one last time, I reached down with my right hand and pushed up slightly on the head of my cock, and then buried myself balls deep inside her with one smooth stroke.

"Ohhhhhh, my God", she moaned as my belly slapped up against her ass.

I started out slowly, using every inch of my shaft in a slow steady rhythm, trying to give her my absolute best. Gradually I speeded up, pumping harder and faster until I was hammering with everything I had, and the throaty groans of pleasure that expelled from inside her with each stroke let me know that this was exactly what she wanted.

I pounded her as hard and fast as I could move my hips, the thickness of my cock stimulating every nerve ending inside her, and she was crying out nonstop, the volume and pitch of her wails getting higher with each slap of my belly against her upturned ass.

"Oh God, don't stop", she pleaded, her face contorted into a mask of lust as I held onto her hips and pounded her with every ounce of strength I possessed. The thick, viscous cream was flowing so abundantly from inside her that my entire shaft was covered in a clear, shiny layer and there was virtually no friction whatsoever.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come", she cried out, as I jack-hammered her hot pussy, forcefully driving her to the edge, and then over it as she began to scream and convulse in pleasure.

I could feel the muscles inside her squeezing my cock as she came, her pussy doing it's best to bring me along with her, and I suddenly became glad that I had masturbated last night because I managed to hold out long enough to power fuck her right through her orgasm before I started to lose control.

As her orgasm began to ebb away, only a few aftershocks still making her shudder, I felt it beginning in my toes, and I knew it was going to be a big one.

She had opened her eyes, and she was looking at my reflection in the mirror, knowing exactly what she was doing to me as her hot pussy grabbed my cock and dragged me over the edge.

"Oh my God yessssssssss", I cried out as I went off like a string of fireworks, literally seeing stars as I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, jolt after jolt of unbelievable ecstasy shooting through me until my legs actually gave out just as I finished, my slightly softening cock slipping from inside her as I dropped to my knees behind her.

A few minutes later, after I had recovered enough to climb into the bed with her, I knew this trip was taking another amazing turn for the better when she snuggled up next to me and said "Maybe later, after we eat some dinner, we can load those pictures onto my computer and I can show you this great adult site I was thinking about uploading them to".

And then, after reaching down to slowly stroke my nearly recovered cock, and just before kissing me, she whispered "You can't believe how fucking hot I get when I think about having thousands of guys beating off over pictures of me masturbating".

I didn't care if my lenses ever got here!