My drive home from the Poconos was like two separate and distinct days. The first half was spent reliving the time spent with Rocky and trying to understand what Dianne was up to with the photographs. As I crossed the halfway mark my thoughts turned to home and stupidly wondering if the sex I 's had this weekend, not with my husband, somehow showed on me and my husband and kids would know as soon as I walked through the door that I was a scarlet woman.
As silly as it sounds, I had until this weekend been a loyal and faithful wife, never straying, rarely even considering it. Yet over the past few years my dissatisfaction with my husband had grown and then I met Rocky among others on line etc. His surprising me at the Lodge, the evening of drinks and dinner, then the long walk in the moonlight and I just jumped the poor man, made him fuck me in the woods, naked like two teenagers. Later we went to my room and preceded to mate for the night and all the next day, I am surprised that I am not sore. Rocky left early Sunday morning with a good-bye blowjob and I wandered around the Fugi show till mid afternoon. Just before I left, Dianne, the Fugi representative cornered me outside and handed me what turned out to be an envelope full of photos that Dianne had taken of Rocky and I fucking in the woods Friday night. She also gave me the memory stick and the digital camera she took the photos with.
It wasn't until I got home, worked my way back to normal around the house and family that I had time to review the photos, the memory stick and the camera. That's when I realized that not all of the photos of Rocky and I on the camera were on the memory stick or developed. She may have kept a few, all of them naked shots of yours truly, legs spread, hand reaching out for a cock. While I did not worry about it I did wonder.
I have exchanged e-mails with Rocky a number of times since retuning and he agrees that to try to hide an all out affair would be silly and dangerous. So we talk and we share photos, but we do not meet and we do not fuck.
I had been home for about a month, when I decided I needed a day alone with my camera, and made the arrangements with my family to watch the kids and I headed out early on Friday for my favorite location, the beach.
The ride to the beach was the longest I had driven alone since going to the Pocono and it allowed me to fully remember the intimate details of Rocky's body. I could remember the feel of his cock in my mouth and in my pussy, his hands on my back or caressing my breasts. I was in such a dream state that I arrived at the beach in no time at all.
Not wanting to lose precious sun time, I quickly gathered my pack of cameras, and equipment and started at the northern tip of the beach and strolled to the southern end, a distance of about 4 miles. I got great shots of the surf, the gulls and the dune grasses. I love this place there is always a good picture somewhere here, I just have to let me eyes find it.
I was almost to the southern end of the beach, when I noticed a solitary surfer riding the waves. This could be my shot, I said as I lifted a camera and began to shoot the surfer as he rode the wave in towards the beach. He must have come in about half way a dozen times before paddling back out and waiting for another wave. I noticed through the lens that the ocean was starting to churn some larger waves and he managed to catch a large one and ride it all the way to the shore. I got some wonderful action shots of him as he maneuvered through the wave. I had turned to put my camera back in my bag when I felt a presence behind me. I stood and turned and there he was, dripping wet, surfboard in his hands and he said.
"Hi, I'm Kyle. You know there are cultures in this world who believe that taking a persons picture is robbing him of a part of his life?"
I just looked at him, wondering what all that rubbish was about when he broke out in laughter, causing me to join in.
"I'm Danielle, and I come here often. I am a photographer and this is a great place to chill out and take shots"
As we settled down he asked me to sit and show him some of the digital shots I had taken. I don't know how long we chatted, but talking to Kyle was easy. He was very interested in the shots I had taken both of him and of the wildlife earlier in the day. He seemed to know a bit about the art and I was impressed.
Kyle stood and asked me.
"How far away is your car, Danni? You don't mind me calling you Danni do you?"
"Danni is fine and my car is at the northern end of the beach about three and a half miles from here."
"Well there is squall coming and you are not going to make your car dry. Come with me, I have a house right here on the beach. We can wait out the squall, and in fact you can get some great shots form the house when it hits. OK?"
"I don't want to be..."
"Come on Danni, your no trouble and it will only be a half hour or so, even I can be stood for that long.
I laughingly agreed and we gathered our stuff, me the cameras and equipment and Kyle his surfboard. I was stunned when he took me into one of the newer, larger homes on the beach.
"Good golly Kyle this house is fabulous, it must have been expensive to rent, even now in the off season!"
"It my house Danni, I don't rent nor do I rent it out."
