In my opinion, too many people live their whole lives without ever getting out of the concrete jungle of the big city and seeing the beauty that nature has put before us. While closing a good deal may be beautiful to them, watching the sun set over a mountain range, or see the blooms of cactus in the moonlight are what I call beautiful. Doing freelance photography as a side job often has its rewards, and this trip easily fell into that category. I mean really, getting paid to drive around the wilderness areas of the southwest and photograph nature is almost like steeling. If it weren't for the cost of fuel, I'd do it without a paycheck, and to be honest, had many times. I guess some of the work I posted to various sources may have struck a note with my current employer. Whatever the reason, I wasn't going to turn down a hundred dollars a day plus expenses to go do what I do on vacation for free.
I had been at it for almost a week, driving around looking for those perfect shots, like the sun streaking through the clouds and making colorful pools in the painted desert. I'd just cruise around looking for that perfect shot, and when I got tired, I'd pull out the map and find the nearest state campground. The cost is always low and I rarely find them full. In fact, I often found I was one of the very few there, which was fine with me, since they were usually close to those shots I was looking for anyway.
It was late afternoon when I pulled into a small camping area that overlooked a large expanse of desert. My plan was to go out into the desert after dark and do some shots of the sidewinders making their tracks. But first I had to make camp and get some dinner. One other vehicle was in the small camping area, so I picked a spot a bit away from them. No point in crowding them if there was all this space.
It only took me a few minutes to get my camp set up, having had lots of practice and my gear well organized. The camping area was listed as primitive, which was accurate. It had one pit toilet, and no showers or running water. It was good that it did have one toilet, since the vegetation was so sparse that I would have had a hard time finding a tree to go behind. Don't get me wrong, there were trees, sort of. Thin spindly little things with tiny leaves that looked like they struggled to survive, and afforded very little shade.
I set out my rain tarp as a leanto, not because I was expecting rain, but because it was the only way to get any real shade. I set out my recliner style camp chair and lay back for a nice afternoon siesta. It was hot, maybe one ten or so, but as they say, it's a dry heat. To that I mean that it will evaporate off your body almost as fast as you sweat. To that end I learned long ago that the less you wear the better off you are, as long as you're out of the sun. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it over that arm of my chair, and lay back wearing nothing but a pair of ventilated athletic shorts and flip-flops. I was almost asleep when I heard a noise. I pried my eyes open and looked across at the other camp site.
She was standing in front of the second pup tent, reaching for the sky, stretching, wearing very baggy gray shorts and sweaty gray cut off t-shirt. What she had on, as much of it as there was, didn't hide the fact that she was not slim, but I also wouldn't call her fat. I would have to call her a plus size, maybe a size fourteen or so. What really caught my attention was the amount of bulge in the front of her t-shirt. Her breasts were easily the size of a pair of large grapefruit, and the way they jiggled as she stretched attested to the lack of any form of support.
I tried not to look like I was awake, especially when I noticed she was looking in my direction. I could see her put her hands on her hips and swing her torso two and fro before rocking her shoulders to get the kinks out, the movements exaggerated to improved her ability to look discretely my direction. I'm not sure that she realized that her exaggerated movements also hiked the sweat soaked t-shirt up her tits until the creamy white bottoms were showing, standing out against her tanned stomach, even at this distance.
Overall she looked quite attractive. Well rounded, a nice curve to her hips and butt, well muscled legs and arms, all nicely tanned. Her face was framed with long blond brown hair that was tosseled like she just woke form a long sleep, which I guessed she had.
I'm not bad looking, spending a lot of time outside. I try to keep in shape, but my forty plus years are starting to catch up to me and I'm not as spry as I used to be, but I can hold my own, able to hike easily twenty miles in a day, with a pack of gear. Hazards of the hobby I guess.
I lay back and watched through slitted eyes, watching her move around camp, trying to look like she wasn't watching me. She dug in the back of the van they had and soon came out with a black bag and plopped it down on the roof of the van before going back to digging. I watched her work for some minutes, digging in the van and then walking over to a couple of the scraggly trees with an arm full of stuff. She bent over, giving me a great view of her butt as she worked to tie a tarp to one tree. She pulled out the tarp around another tree and then worked on the other end, putting up a v shaped wall between the open desert and their tents. I wasn't sure what she was up to until she hauled the black bag over to the V and disappeared behind it. In a few moments I understood exactly what she was doing, as the black bag was hoisted into one of the trees.
In a few moments I saw her shirt, shorts and a pair of pink panties, flip over the top of the tarp and land in the dust. I suspected she was completely naked behind the tarp, taking a shower with the couple gallons in the bag, and was very tempted to move so I could peak around the side. I decided it would be better if I didn't, and stayed laying back, hoping for a look. To my surprise I soon saw her come around the partition, wrapped in an almost too small towel, headed toward her tent. As she walked I could see a good part of her tits, the top of the towel barely covering her nipples, and nearly all of her ass. I probably could have seen her pussy as well if she hadn't been pulling the front corner down to cover herself. She knelt down crawled into her small tent, giving me just the briefest glimpse of her full ass and a flash of meaty pussy lips.
She crawled out a minute later wearing a pair of baggy blue shorts that looked like sweatshirt material, and a powder blue t- shirt. She looked around camp, and then over toward me to see if I was still there or still asleep.
"Hey, How you doing?" she called when she realized I was no longer asleep and looking in her direction.
"Pretty good. You?" I called back from my chair.
"I didn't know you were awake." She said as she started walking over towards me.
"Just a short nap."
"Ah. You here for the night, or longer?"
"Oh, just till tomorrow probably. I want to get out in the desert tonight and photograph some wildlife." I answered as she stopped a few feet from me, her tits wiggling enticingly under the t-shirt. From where I was sitting I could almost look up the leg of the very short baggy shorts, and it took several seconds before I pulled my eyes from the few whisps of blond hair and took a better look at her. I guessed that she was probably in her mid thirties, and I had to admit, despite her being a bit larger than most men were normally attracted to, she was very good looking. What really caught my attention were her blue/green eyes that seemed to twinkle with whatever thoughts were running through her mind, and incidentally making my dick almost immediately start to harden. I crossed my legs to try to hide my obviously growing bulge, which caused her eyes to move from whatever part of me she had been surveying to my lap. I could see her nipples harden as she stared at my lap, her eyes twinkling even more as a smile spread across her face, obviously pleased at the reaction she had caused.
"So? A professional photographer?" She said, finally dragging her eyes from my lap to my now red face.
"Semi pro. I get paid but I still do it for fun."
"Cool. Isnt it hard to find models out here?" she asked with a grin.
"Yeah a bit, normally I do nature though. How bout you? Here for a while?" I asked, changing the subject to something more comfortable.
"Don't know. My sister and her boyfriend decided it would be fun to camp in the middle of nowhere, what that means is that they spend most of their time in their tent playing tonsil hockey and I sit around and get to enjoy a good book."
"Oh, I'm sorry, that sounds kind of boring."
"I like the solitude, but not this much. You're the first person I've seen in three days."
"I'm sorry. Where's your sister now?"
"Oh, last time I saw them they headed down towards that dry wash. Knowing them they found a shady spot and are banging away." She said, looking
"I take it you don't approve?"
"Oh, I don't not approve, but it isn't much fun to be stuck out here alone while they're going at it like bunny rabbits."
"I suppose I can see that."
