I take in the trees around me, they’re full of green and casting shadows on the ground below whilst having a spectacular reflection effect on the water. Next I take in the different colors of the wild flowers but notice my mind is drawn to the bright yellow of the Goldenrod plant and the different shades of pink of the wild roses. I quickly twist my head and follow a few birds that are flying between the trees as if they’re trying to suss out why we’re here. Lastly, I tilt my head back to look at the sky as my mind quickly calculates the sun, its position and the light it’s going to offer me. I watch the clouds to see how they move, how they break apart, reform and think about how they will enhance my photographs.
“Every time I see you get involved in your subject or surroundings you’re mesmerizing and I could watch you for hours.” It’s a huge compliment to a photographer; I blush and smile because I know I’ve been caught in the moment.
“Wally always taught me that a photographer has to see first before they can capture something, he says that our main aim is to evoke the passion we see, in the person looking at the picture. You need them to see what you see at that exact moment in a particular place.”
“What you do is felt in your pictures Dolly, you can see the passion and love for what you do. It’s more than just a way for you to make rent and that shows, it’s a part of who you are.” He makes me blush again, but this time it’s with pride and a sense of knowing that at least one person sees what taking a picture does for me.
“Anyway, today will be tough. I’ve got to draw them into the shot, cram in that feeling and keep them looking for more without the picture being focused on a living person or breathing creature.”
“You’ll do it,” he says this with a confident nod.
“OK. The order of the day is...to walk around the path and get hazy shots of the lake, different shots of scenery with other things in the foreground and background. I’ll flip the lake too between the foreground and background as the subject of the picture. I will also try and get shots of any wildlife we see. I’m going to attempt some angle stuff as we come across it, so may take them from on the boulders and up in the trees, that kind of thing. As we move round, remind me to keep an eye on cloud formation, it will do ace things for the lake as the day goes on. When the sun really gets going, I’d like to wander round and get some aspects of the scenery making the most of the natural sunshine. We’ll have lunch and then lastly, we’ll scuba up my babies for a few water perspective shots. We’ll have a wade out and see what’s what when the water is almost at eye level. If I’m feeling brave I may venture out behind the waterfall to get one from behind there looking back out at the lake. I’m thinking I’ll carry the smaller camera and hook the big one up to the tripod for you to carry round. We’ll leave the lockbox here and keep moving it with us when it falls out of eye sight, how does that sound?”
“Sure Gold Leader. Battle stations manned and armed. Roger that,” he says like a soldier underling so I smile back at him.
“Let’s get my babies ready then.” We both then start to unpack the box, with me asking for stuff and him passing it, or him holding stuff as I change bits and pieces. After twenty minutes and a check, double check of the kit, then some test shots and checking of those we begin.
Tommy is great; he follows and seems to understand when I want something doing, even if it’s just that extra set of hands to hold something whilst I change a filter. We don’t really talk unless he asks a question about something I’m doing or calls me to indicate he’s spotted something of interest that I might like to include in the shoot. After a while we’re both appreciating the calm and beauty this place brings and the only other noise besides nature is my own breathing and the quiet click of my camera shutter. There are a few times when I see something that would make a great image of blended shots so in these cases I align the tripod for the shot and then stand next to Tommy with the other camera. I take one shot as Tommy uses the remote trigger for the camera tripod. This would be one of those times where a picture of a photographer being captured taking a photo would make a great shot. We’re focused, surrounded by beauty and it would be an interesting take on the scene.
We’ve managed to move a good away round the area and only had to bob back and relocate the lock box a couple of times. The sun is up and I’ve got my hooded sweater tied round my waist and I feel wonderful. I’m soaking up the sunshine, in a place where I’m doing what I love the most. We’ve stopped every so often to have a water break and do shot checks and I’ve also changed my memory cards over a couple of times. I’m fearful that putting all your shots on one card is tempting bad juju; if the card becomes corrupt you’ve lost everything rather than just a small portion of work and that would be devastating not to mention adding additional time and expense to the job. We come across one of the larger boulders suitable for picnics and a quick glance at my watch tells me it’s around midday and we need a rest. I make the decision to stop for lunch, so I unfold the picnic blanket and start to unload the sandwiches and snacks I prepared.
“Thanks for your help, I think its fate you were available and we got to make the most of the weather.”
“Oh yeah. Fate. I’m a big believer in that,” he replies looking at me.
“At least it’s warm enough for the water part of the shoot; that would be no fun in the cold. I’ll just need you to come in with me and keep me steady. I don’t want to have to trust the waterproof camera bags too much. If I fall, trip or stumble, forget about me and get my camera.”
“I’ll catch you Dolly.” He’s saying one thing, but is totally looking at me like he means something different. I know I should feel awkward but I don’t, I feel brave and I want the attention. I only hope I’m reading the right thing into what he’s saying and not leading myself on with my crazy imagination.
“I bet you would,” is my simple reply and a knowing look passes between us. I’m fairly sure I could lean over now and kiss him, but I’m enjoying myself and the chase, it’s been a while since I’ve had this. I go back to my camera and start to act like I’m checking the shots on the little screen, but I’m really not, all I can think about is him and what he will feel like when I kiss him.
When...it sounds like my brain has caught up and decided to take this further. Now I’ve realized I’m going to go for it my stomach is churning with butterflies. It makes me want to rub my thighs together to ease the tension, so I shuffle a bit and try to do this casually remembering that he is only three foot away from me, but he notices and he looks down at my thighs and then back up to my face. Now it looks like he’s the one trying to make sure he’s picking up the right signals. I gasp a little because I’ve just been caught, he hears this which makes him quickly look from my eyes to my mouth and back up to my eyes again.
“You finished Tommy? I think it’s time to get wet.” I try for casual because I definitely feel like getting wet, I need to cool down before I explode.
“Sure, Dolly. Whatever you want.” He’s onto me and there is no mistaking the double meaning in his words this time.
I slowly unlace my sneakers and kick them off and then stand and grab the bottom of my vest top and pull it over my head. I hear his gasp and inhale as he sees me in my bikini top. I’m not a small girl, I’ve got a decent handful and my bikini top makes the most of them. I know it’ll be obvious now that I’m turned on because I feel my nipples go hard and poke against the tight flimsy material. I then reach for the button on my shorts, undo it, lower the zip and then bend whilst taking the shorts down to my feet so I can step out of them. I’m well aware that I’m teasing him, but I’m also teasing myself and bending forward to take the shorts from around my feet means my tits fall forward to create an impressive cleavage and at this point the bikini top is barely holding them in. I move my hands down the sides of my thighs and over my bum to make sure that they’re straight and they’re not tucked into my butt crack and then bend back down again and to pick up my camera.
“Not yet Dolly, le
t’s go and cool off before we take the camera out to the water. Let’s go see how rough the surface of the bottom is. I want to know just how hard it will be for me to keep you steady,” he suggests.
“OK,” I swallow past the lump in my throat and wait for him to get ready for the water. I’m praying that he is gorgeous underneath his clothes. He stands up and kicks each trainer off by the heels and grabs his t-shirt like I did, when he pulls it over his head it reveals a smooth chest and a toned upper body with great pecks. Over the left peck, side of his chest, shoulder and part of his back is an intricate amazing tattoo like a tribal design. It’s like a hidden treasure, it’s not for show and isn’t seen when he’s got his clothes on; you can only see it if he wants you to see it and it really suits him. He undoes the belt, button and zip on his long shorts and lets them drop to the ground so he can step out of them. He’s wearing tight trunks that sit low on his waist. They’re not speedo’s, they’re the Daniel Craig Casino Royale variety and he looks fabulous and....hard. God, he really is hard and again I want to clench my thighs together and ease the ache I’m feeling.
He leans down and places a hand on the rock and jumps to the ground, he then turns around and offers me his hand to help me get down. I take his hand and as I step down he comes at me so I have no choice but to jump on to him. He places his hands around my waist as I straddle his stomach, we’re front to front and I can feel all of him and how hard he is. His hazel eyes meet mine and as they do he starts to draw slow lazy circles on my back just above my bikini waist band.
“So sexy. No pressure Dolly, let’s just have some fun together and see where this goes,” he whispers.
“OK.” I swallow and lick my lips; this action does not go unnoticed so he leans in and slowly starts to kiss me and at first I’m nervous. I feel a bit out of practice, but then he licks my lips for me this time so gently that I barely feel it. When I gasp and open my mouth he slips his tongue in for a quick taste and that one action is so simple and heady that I clench my thighs around his waist tighter and finally return the kiss. He’s taking this slow and I get the impression that he doesn’t want to rush, he’s enjoying the build up too.
“I want you Dolly, I want to feel you and touch you. I want to see those tits you’ve been teasing me with. Can I?” he asks, looking me straight in the eye.
“Yes.” It’s a simple answer said on the breath of a kiss. He leans into me and pushes my back into the boulder makes a small noise like a groan and when the kiss slows down he reaches up and grabs the picnic blanket and slings it at the floor. He sits us down on it so I am still wrapped around his waist and straddling his dick and slowly I begin to dry hump him. I feel his fingers run up my back, to my neck and undo the top strings of my bikini top so it falls open and exposes me to him. He pulls away from my face, takes a quick lick of each nipple and then blows on them and if it’s even possible, they feel like they get a little bit harder. Another quick glance at me and he leans in to kiss me again whilst gently running his thumbs over my sensitive peaks. As I get more into the kiss he starts to cup them from the sides and gently apply a pinching pressure by squeezing my buds between his forefingers and thumbs. My head is thrown back and my eyes are closed because I love every moment of it, the attention he is paying to my tits feels just amazing.
“Fuck you’re turnin’ me on, you moving on my cock is torture, let me touch you, let me feel you?” Again it’s a simple question looking for my permission.
“Yes.” It simple and short but that’s because I’m struggling to string anything more coherent together right now. He leans forward and lowers me down to my back and because my tits are still exposed he stares at them and then me. He’s leaning up against one side of my body and he moves a hand from my tits, snakes it past my stomach and lowers my bikini bottoms down my legs. I feel feather like touches along my thighs towards my knees, it makes me tremble and then he taps the inside of them gently to encourage me to open them up to him. I spread my legs wide open and his hand trails back up my thighs until I feel him gently teasing my opening.
“So wet, so fuckin’ hot and wet.” He then pushes a finger inside me, testing my readiness for him. “So wet,” he repeats and I feel his thumb join in the action where I most want it. He also adds a second finger and starts to thrust harder whilst his thumb is swirling round and round, he’s enjoying watching my face to see the effect he has on me because we both know I’m heading there, the intensity is building.
“Not yet Dolly, I’m going to taste you first.” I gasp deeply and nod my consent. He kneels in front of me and places a hand under my ass to raise me a little; he’s helping me offer my pussy to his hungry mouth. I feel him tentatively stab his tongue and lick between my folds as his fingers return and go back to pumping in and out of me. He must know I’m close as my head is thrown back and I’m squeezing my own breasts in an attempt to get there quicker so he carries on and starts to nip and bite on my clit. This does it and as he bites one more time combined with more forceful strokes from his fingers I cannot hold back. My head thrashes from side to side and I scream as I cum. God, it feels good.
“DOLLY, DOLLY, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? ARE YOU HURT?” My eyes snap open at the voice intruding my come down and then I recognize it, it’s Chris.
“Shit. Fuck. Move Tommy,” I say to him urgently.
“OK. OK,” he replies. His bubble is as burst as mine, but at least I got off. I then see Chris come round the corner to the boulder, I’ve got my bikini bottoms straight but am still trying to tie my top at my neck and I know that my breasts are not completely in it yet either. I glance down, adjust my girls and then look back at Chris only to find Jonas is stood with him. Chris has a big grin on his face because he knows what he’s just interrupted; after all he introduced me to these places when we were growing up. Jonas looks mad, like scary, hateful, death to the world mad.
“Hey Dolls, we spotted your car at the ranch, one of the workers mentioned you came out here early, I was just checking to see if you needed any help with your gear, when we heard you scream I thought you’d hurt yourself. I can see that you’ve already got all the help you need.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and then finishes with “Hey Tommy, I didn’t know you came with Dolly today.”
Tommy mutters “I didn’t have the chance too,” and then just says “Chris, Jonas,” and gives a head nod as a way of greeting them. I can tell he is not happy about the interruption but I don’t care about that, I am beyond mortified that they heard me scream and they clearly know why that was. I also don’t want to move yet because I am providing Tommy with some cover for his current problem, a hard on that is taking some time to retreat.
“Yeah, we’re just about done here, a few water shots to do and we’re finished.” I say it in a way that Tommy knows this afternoon’s antics are going no further today.
“OK Dolls, we’ll leave you to it seeing as Tommy is here to help you with your equipment.” Chris cannot help his smart comments and accompanying evil eyebrow wiggles, fucker.
“Thanks Chris.” I’m aware that I still haven’t acknowledged Jonas, but I’m not going to. Chris then walks around him and heads back via the cut in the forest he appeared through. Jonas still hasn’t moved, he’s just glaring at Tommy and not looked at me at all and after about thirty seconds of a stare down between them, Jonas turns on his heels and stomps off. I breathe a big sigh of relief.
“Wow, big brother does not like seeing his sister doing big girl things with boys,” he says.
“Oh God Tommy, don’t, it’s mortifying.” I moan as I rub my hands over my face.
“Good job you’re a screamer otherwise he would have caught you doing some really big girl things,” he chuckles back at me.
“Shit. Stop. Come on lets finish up.” He looks at me with a raised hopeful eyebrow. “Down dirty boy, I meant the shots,” I reply.
“Oh I need to shoot believe me,” his frustration is clear in his tone and I burst out laughing. “Seriously Dolly, I like you,
that was amazing and I’m up for a re-run another time, maybe not as publicly, but still I’d like to get to know you. How about we go out for a night and have a drink? Nothing heavy, no expectations.”
“OK. We can do that.” I agree with a smile.
We spend about another hour in the water and get the remaining shots I was after before we drag all the equipment back the way we came and pile it in my jeep. Once that is done Tommy leans in and whispers “Thanks, best nature trip in a long time,” and gives me a gentle affectionate kiss on the cheek. He goes to his car and I get in mine. As I reverse out I notice that Chris and Jonas are sitting on the porch having a beer. Chris is smiling from ear to ear and Jonas is pretending like I’m not even in his line of sight, so I wave to Chris and head off home.
It’s been a surprising day, I got my work done; have got my flirt on, had some fun with a guy who is sexy and has been right under my nose this whole time.
I then smile because it’s not over yet.
I’ve got my meeting with Mig Smithson to look forward to.
*****
Jonas
Chris was walking a bit ahead of me through the bush back to the ranch land, I could tell by the way his head was dropped forward and his shoulders were moving that he was fuckin’ laughing.
I’m surprised the fury I was feeling wasn’t killing trees and birds as we passed them.
“Well I never, Dolly and Tommy getting frisky out in the wild. I always knew she’d be a firecracker when she grew up,” Chris mutters to himself as he’s wandering through the scrub back to the ranch.
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