Melissa looked over the small town as Adam drove through. Quite a picturesque little place, she decided. It had possibilities.
Adam had some business in the area, and had decided to bring his young wife with him, not wanting to be separated for a week. Melissa, however, had no interest in business, and had already decided that she would have to find her own amusement. Sitting around in the motel room all day or lazing by the pool was just not her.
That evening, Melissa informed Adam of her intentions.
"I've decided that while you're running around seeing your business contacts, I'm going to do a photo essay of the town and the surrounding area. Will I be able to use the car or will you be needing it?"
"Most of my business is within the town," replied Adam. "If I'm going to need a car I can always use a taxi. I grew up here, you know. I'll give you a list of places that you might like to visit. There is some quite good scenery here if you know where to look."
For the next few days Melissa buzzed around the area, visiting local tourist spots and also quite a few non-tourist spots, being guided to these locations by Adam's directions. During the course of her days she gathered quite a few shots.
Melissa was quite pleased with her work to date. She thought that with some intelligent editing, and a smidgeon of luck, she might just be able to get herself a decent coffee table book out of this trip. What she now needed were some pictures of the town.
Melissa spent the next day wandering around the town, capturing it on film. She noted that she should really ask around to see if anyone had some old photos of the town that she could copy. A few old versus new pictures never hurt.
While wandering around the town Melissa found her gaze resting thoughtfully on the old bell tower behind the church. The church was at the end of the main street, and anyone standing in that tower could shoot the full length of the street. It made sense to try to set up a shoot up there.
Heading up the street, Melissa bypassed the church and headed straight for the bell tower. Reaching it, she found it locked. Looking at the old fashioned lock, Melissa thought she could probably pick it with a nailfile, but good manners said no, try the church.
Tracing her steps back Melissa approached the church, finding the rear door standing open.
"Hullo," she called, entering. "Is anyone there?"
"Oh, hullo," said a voice, and a man popped out of the sacristy. "I'm Neil. Can I help you?"
Melissa saw a man in his early thirties, pleasant features and a warm smile. He was dressed for the weather in t-shirt and shorts. He also possessed an unusual charisma, and she was quite charmed by him.
Neil, on the other hand, saw a pretty young woman, very nicely built, in his opinion, also dressed for the weather in t-shirt and shorts.
"Hi," said Melissa. "I'm Melissa. Melissa Grant. I'm staying in town for a few days and I've been gathering photos for a photo essay on the town. I was wondering if I could get permission to go up the bell tower and take some shots from there."
"And you've come here hoping I have a key," said Neil with a smile. "That makes a change. Most people who want to climb it just pop the lock with a nailfile or similar. We only lock it because of the safety regulation. One moment and I'll get the key."
Neil vanished back into the sacristy and came out moments later with a large old fashioned key.
"Oh, thank you," said Melissa. "I'll return it as soon as I've finished."
"You won't, you know," said Neil, still smiling. "It's those safety regulations and our insurance. You see, that old tower doesn't have steps. It just had this long ladder bolted to the wall. The rule is that there must always be two people when anyone goes up, just in case of accident. Fortunately, I'm available for the next hour or so, so I can go with you."
"Are you sure it won't inconvenience you?" asked Melissa. "I can wait until Adam gets back and he can escort me."
"Either way is fine by me," said Neil, "but will your Adam be back before you lose the light?"
"Probably not," Melissa admitted. "If you're sure you don't mind?"
Neil laughed. "After you," he said with a flourish.
Melissa smiled and returned to the bell tower. Unlocking it they entered, and Melissa looked at the iron ladder, a trifle daunted by the climb. It looked a lot higher from inside looking up.
"You had better lead the way, Melissa," said Neil. "I'll follow close behind. I've been up and down this old ladder dozens of times. It's quite safe, but if your foot should slip I'll be right there to catch you."
"Right," thought Melissa, grinning to herself. "And you'll be able to ogle my bottom all the way to the top. Thank god I'm wearing shorts."
Staring up the ladder, Melissa tried to count the rungs, but quickly gave up.
"How many rungs are there?"
"Sixty," Neil told her. "It's the equivalent height of a three story building."
Melissa sighed, and started up the ladder, Neil close behind.
After thirty rungs, Melissa was thankful she kept fit. It was harder than she thought it would be, climbing straight up, although Neil seemed to be doing it easily.
At the fortieth rung, Melissa was quite happy to just pause and hold on when Neil called out to her to hold still for a moment. Turning her head to look down at him, she lifted an enquiring eyebrow.
"Something I need to do at this point," called Neil, climbing slightly higher.
As Melissa watched, Neil hooked one of his legs around the ladder, jamming his foot between the ladder and the wall. Wondering why, she abruptly found out. This little manoeuvre freed Neil's hands, and with the need to hold on gone, he could do other things.
Like casually reach up, flick open the button on the side of her shorts and pull them and her panties down. It only took moments. One second she was paused on the ladder, waiting to continue, the next she was paused on the ladder with her shorts and panties around her ankles, waiting to continue.
Melissa was horrified. She wasn't exactly in a position to reach down and pull them up. And with her clothes binding her feet and Neil blocking her way, she couldn't really descend. But if she climbed higher, Neil would probably finish pulling her things off.
Swearing and feeling completely mortified, Melissa found her only option was to climb to the top. Once there, the situation would change. She started on up, feeling Neil helping her feet get clear of her shorts and panties. For the rest of the climb Melissa was acutely conscious of Neil below her, staring straight up her pussy.
Reaching the top of the ladder, Melissa pushed open the trapdoor and scrambled through, finding Neil close behind her. Standing there she glared at him, not even bothering to try and cover herself. He'd already seen it all, so why bother?
"You rotten swine," she snarled at him. "Fine behaviour that is for a minister. Give me back my clothes, I want to leave."
"Minister? Do I look like a minister to you?" scoffed Neil. "And no, you can't have your shorts back just yet. I haven't finished amusing myself."
"You were in the church. You acted as if you belonged there. Of course you're the minister. And what do you mean, amuse yourself?"
"I was in the church because I'd been doing some repair work there. Everyone knows where that old key is kept. As to amusing myself, let me explain.
You are a nubile young woman, and I find you sexually attractive. Here we are alone in the middle of the town in a public building and no-one know. Even if someone looks up and sees us, all they'll see is two people standing around up here, taking photographs. As you can see, the lookout points are all high enough above the floor to cover you from the waist down.
I thought I'd give you the thrill of having some illicit sex where people can see you but not realise what you're doing.
Just think, in future, when you look at the photos you take here, you'll be able to remember that when you took those shots you had a cock inside you, pleasuring you. It should give a whole new dimension to putting some passion into your work.
And think how amusing it will be if you include those shots in your photo essay and people buy it."
