Dream #02... the Photo Shoot

I was looking for a place to unwind and rethink my life after losing my fiancée in Iraq 6 months ago. The pain is still there, but I sense it's time to put those feelings in a special place in my heart, where only I can unlock it when I feel I needed to visit with him. Something else was tugging at me though. I now feel a hole in my life that once was filled, and now left open again.

I'm driving up in the foothills above Boise this hot August day in Idaho. The road winds up and around past the local ski resort. As it turns into a logging road, I feel the temperature dropping to a comfortable level, but still bearable in my hiking shorts and button down shirt. I find the road levels off just before it starts downward into a valley, with no other mountain peaks close by. I look up to the right and see a trail leading up the ridge.

"As good a place as any", I thought to myself. With my long golden blonde hair tied up to keep it off my neck, I untie my shirt and tie it together just below my breasts, allowing me to feel more fresh air on my skin.

Then, just with my canteen of water, I start the slow trek up the trail to see where it leads. After several stops along the way to refresh myself with a drink of water and pouring a little down my neck and chest to cool my body temp off, I find the top at last. There's a formation of boulders with a single, lone pine tree inside it. Once inside the boulders, I look to the west and see civilization...Boise and surrounding areas. To the east, nothing but peak after peak of mountains that can be seen forever.

Feeling the wind in my face, I untie my hair to feel the breeze blowing through it. Running my fingers through my hair, I feel a certain sense of freedom from life's problems, worries, and something else that I couldn't make sense of. I shake it off thinking it was nothing. One of the boulders was flat on top, so I pulled myself atop facing the sun and breeze.

Realizing there probably wasn't a soul around for miles, I untie my shirt to leave it loose. The sun and breeze feels so good against my breasts. I feel alive again. I feel sexy for the first time since I lost him. It's not the feelings I had for him, but the feelings he gave me when he made love to me, especially the night he left for Iraq. We both knew it very well could be the last time to be in each other's arms, so close, like our bodies were one. The embrace continued for hours, our arms and legs wrapped around each other like a cocoon. It was like we couldn't get close enough to each other, no matter how hard you tried. Even feeling him deep inside me didn't conquer this feeling I had.

Without realizing it, I found my arms caressing myself while thinking of that night 6 months ago. The tip of my fingers had been tracing my cleavage, then under one side of my open blouse only to graze my erect nipples, then to the other breast, outlining the curves of my breasts, circling around my other nipple, teasing it, pinching it...wetting it from my moist tongue. My breathing is getting deeper....my fingers travel down my belly to my shorts...I unbutton my shorts, undo the zipper to allow my mound to feel the air flow over it. My emotions are taking over with each tantalizing inch I cover with my hand and fingers...touching, massaging, searching...

[Click, click, and click]

"Who's there!?" I yell. Whipping my head around, there stands a man with a camera that had just been taking my pictures without me knowing it, nor my permission! My hands are shaking nervously as I quickly cover myself and zip up my shorts. I don't know what or how much he saw...who does he think he is?", you think as you stomp towards this stranger who was invading your privacy.

"Excuse me? What in the HELL do you think you are doing taking pictures of me without my permission? Who are you? Why are you doing this? Can't someone have a little privacy even way up in the FUCKING mountains?"

"I'm sorry", he answered. "I was just intrigued by the sight I saw. It's not every day you traipse up the side of a mountain only to see a woman sunbathing on a boulder with her hair blowing in the wind. I promise I didn't see anything but your long gorgeous hair getting caught by the wind..."

"How can you prove that?" I asked.

"Easy", he says. "Here, look at my camera. It's a digital camera and has everything I took leading up to the moment I saw you. Promise.....here.....take a look, and if there's something you don't like, we'll erase it right here and now".

"Alright", I said, "I'll look, but if there's one thing I'm not happy about, I just may have you...arrested...or sued...or something...".

"Not a problem", he replied. "But I think you'll find that there's nothing out of place with any of these photos that I took of you. You're a beautiful woman who knows how to show her sensual side, even if it's just letting the sun warm your face. Here, take a look..."

Shaking my head I thought to myself, "Yeah, the sun was warming more than my face...little does he know." So, I take a look at the photos he took, and to my surprise, he was telling the truth. Whew...that was close! I would have been so embarrassed if he saw what I was doing to myself. Would he have taken advantage of me? I don't know this guy, but I feel like he's sincere and being up front with me. A bit embarrassed, I say, "Okay fine...I apologize for jumping down your throat like that. I was just totally taken by surprise when you came up behind me."

" I know", he said, "and I'm sorry about that. I just didn't want to lose a chance at capturing you. We photographers are accustomed to shooting spontaneously when we see something that we know would be a great shot. Forgive me?"

Running my hand through my hair, I can't shake this thought that even though I came across pissed, now that I look back at when I knew he was taking those photos of me, it was actually a turn-on. But I couldn't let him know that. I do have my morals. So how do I get him to take more photos of me without me asking? Hmmmm...

"You are", he jumps in, "a natural at that. I just wanted you to know that. And if you ever feel like this is something you'd like to do on the side, I'd love to work with you. I don't have a studio. I'm normally a field photographer and don't even do portraits or weddings or anything like that. But when I saw you sitting there, I just couldn't help myself."

Trying to hold a smirk back, "What about right here.......right now?" I replied.

"Great! Awesome! Let's get to work...." he stammered.

"What do you want me to do? Where do you want me?" I asked. "Be yourself...forget I'm even here. Put yourself somewhere in time that made you feel special, sexy...you know. What one moment turned you on? Just remember, I don't expect you to go nude. Beauty and sex appeal is all about the imagination in many ways."

Turning around, I head towards that same boulder, biting my lower lip with the thoughts of what he's going to witness. I know all I have to do is put myself back with my fiancée on that evening. Sitting on the boulder, he starts shooting me. Facing the sun, I feel it's warmth on my face. Thinking about Jake doesn't hurt either. Then with the camera clicking, the combination of it all has my heart beating...hard to get my breath back. The harder I breathe, the more I move.

I'm not even sure how I'm moving...I'm delirious as to what I'm doing, where my hands are...I must be doing something right...I can hear him saying..."Great! I love it! Oh yeah...beautiful...keep it up...yeah...there you go...love it..."

Turning around to face him, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in the crotch of his shorts...I couldn't keep my eyes off "him", no matter how I posed, where my hands were...I caught myself staring at him. I feel my heart pounding even more with the thought of what was inside his shorts. He was totally excited!! His excitement is turning me on even more.

I keep moving, running my hands over my body, inside my shirt while arching my back, to show my breasts even more than he expected. My hands move down my chest, cupping each breast outside my shirt, then to my cleavage...only to rip my shirt wide open...with each click of the camera, he comes closer, circles around me...he keeps clicking...I keep moving to my own beat...I feel my hands rub down my ribs to my belly and to my hips. I couldn't stop myself from unbuttoning my shorts once again...running my hands deep into me as I kneel upright, throwing my head back in erotic exaltation...pushing my shorts down over my thighs and around back to my ass.

I was drunk with emotion...couldn't stop myself...laying down on the boulder, watching him come closer shooting over me, watching my every move. I now understand that I was making love to the camera...and the camera was making love to me. What a hot feeling! I see the camera come closer, hearing this guy talk to me "Focusing on your eyes...your lips..."...I feel his right thigh tight up against my crotch...I'm so hot...so wet...wanting more than the camera now...wanting more than the sounds of "click"...I now know I want that bulge to be released...released within me...deep!

Not being able to take it anymore, I slowly take his camera in my hand; let it drop softly to the ground. Bracing himself on the boulder, he leans down over me. The closer he gets, the more my excitement builds thinking about him inside me, filling me up with his obviously huge member, unleashing all his hot juices.

I reach around the back of his head to draw his lips close to mine. I'm shaking...my heart pounding...I haven't felt like this in a long time, but it's wonderful. Soooo wonderful! Our lips meet, softly at first. Barely touching...both our bodies trembling and we haven't even kissed yet. Not REALLY kissed! Our lips open up a little more, and more...our tongues meeting each other's oh so lightly. I feel his hand to my face, running his fingers through my long blond hair. My hand on the back of his head pulls him in tighter while my other hand reaches up to his shirt, and starts undoing his buttons one...by...one...Once the shirt is open, I slip it over his shoulders and lets it drop to the ground.

Mmmmm....strong shoulders and chest. Very toned abs and strong arms. I'd feel so safe in his arms. I'd also feel so hot and sexy in them too...But he's still hiding that one thing I want. His COCK! I push him back gently until he's on his knees and reach up to touch his lips, eyes locked on each other. I slowly move my fingertips down to his chin, neck, and chest. I continue trailing the tips of my fingers downward to his belly playing with his body hair as I go. I find the drawstring on his hiking shorts, find the knot tied in a bow for easy undoing. One pull of the string, and I'm that much closer to glory. Button undone, zipper methodically going south with the back of my hand riding the bulge behind the zipper. The lower my hand and zipper goes, the bigger the bulge gets. Your tight briefs are trying to hold in everything you have, but there's part of you peeking out at the top. I have to giggle about it a little, but at the same time biting my lower lip with the thoughts of what I can do with my new toy.

After asking you to stand up, I slip your shorts to your ankles, then run my right hand back up your leg and those muscular thighs. My left hand moves behind your other leg up to and that beautiful ass inside your briefs. My other hand caressing your thigh and hip, and moving to that bulge that's about to bust loose out of its cage. Starting at the bottom between your thighs, I cup your huge balls and massage them gently. Your body is starting to quiver. You need to hold on to the back of my head before you fall over.

I'm also thinking your hands are in a great spot for what's about to happen next. My hand moves up, gripping that thick rod you're sporting, applying just enough pressure to make you moan. I reach the top where I see your head growing so fat it's turning purple. I know it's about ready to explode. But when do I want it to explode? And where? Hmmmm...Maybe I'll do a little "edging" on him. You know, take him to the brink, and then back off, to the brink again, then back off again. Because I want him to let loose down deep in my pussy. Feel him explode inside me and fill me up till it oozes out between his cock and my quivering lips.

Deciding this big flat boulder isn't going to work for what's about to happen, I slide off and take my blanket in hand. I lead him over to a tall pine tree close by, spread out the blanket, and still standing, I move in close to him. Our thighs meeting, my hands caress his chest and slide up over his shoulders and to the back of his neck. His hands grasp me at my waist and moveto the small of my back....then down to feel both ass cheeks, pulling me in closer and tighter to him.

Feeling that hard rod against my mound was driving me so crazy, I had to slowly drop to my knees and run my hands under his briefs, grab them, and pull them down. He was beautiful...not huge, maybe 7 inches, but definitely more than enough for this tight pussy. His head was gorgeous, nice rim, and that tiny spot on the back just under the head is staring at me ready to be teased with my tongue. I lean in, hands on the back of his legs and starting to move up, my wet lips part to allow my tongue to venture out onto his hard shaft. Almost instantly he lets out a soft moan. A low growl of sorts, which I feed off of...the more pleasure I hear and feel, the more I want to give. I just can't get enough of this hard cock with my tongue running the full length and down over and under his balls. His fingers running through my hair drives me wild, making me want that cock in me that much more.

"Get down here dammit! Let me fuck you!" I demand! Dropping to his knees I pull his face close to mine wanting his lips on mine. They meet with a force of passion, our tongues searching inside each other, feeling my bottom lip being sucked in, and then my tongue. I can't take this any longer! I push him to the ground on his back.

He looks at me with a surprised look as if to ask, "What have I unleashed here?" He'll find out shortly!

I throw one leg over his waist straddling him and ready to give him a ride he won't forget. Straight up on my knees I take hold of that hard shaft and pull it right under me, first rubbing it against my clit and pussy. Just toying with my toy. Teasing him...making him squirm with excitement and anxiety. I even pull it back a little more and tease my asshole with it....Mmmmm....that might be next. But for now, my dripping pussy needs this first. Holding it still and erect, I slowly lower myself down till I feel his head parting my lips. Taking the shaft, I work it from side to side, teasing some more. I'm so wet and warm inside. Then down on him just a little bit more, one inch at a time. Stretching this unused pussy out just right. Deeper it goes, slowly, until I feel my thighs resting on his pelvis.

Resting there a bit, I just want to grind against him and move from side to side, front and back, making us both feel so good. I lean forward to rest my hands on his chest and pick myself up, and then down. Up, and down in a rhythmic pace before I feel his hips thrusting back towards me as I move back on him, harder each time. Yes, this is it! This is when and how I want him to explode in me and me on his gorgeous cock!

Back and forth we go, feeling the warm breeze rush over us out in the wild with no one watching. The pumping gets harder and faster! In and out, in and out, in and out until I feel his hips starting to gyrate under me and my pussy quiver and contract tight around him. Holding my breath, I almost feel like I can't move when........we both explode, all our juices come gushing out and our screams could be heard all the way to Boise and beyond! My ass and his hips are bouncing all over the place uncontrollably as our bodies are being drained both of each other's juices and emotions. Catching my breath, I settle back down on him while giving him a wonderful smile of appreciation for such a wonderful time and allowing me to relieve a lot of sexual frustration and tension.

May you find a photographer of your dreams 😉...