This set of stories are meant to be read as chapters in a book. If you haven't read the previous chapters of the Great Loop, I recommend you do to better understand the characters.
All characters are fictional. Obviously, many of the place locations are real.
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Amber showed up at 9:00 sharp.
"Morning Amber. Looks like a nice day for cruising. You already for the trip?"
"Yup, got cameras, memory cards, batteries, a change of clothes, my computer and a thumb drive."
I showed Amber the guest room and how to use the head, started the engine, released the lines and we were off. Again travel was slow, but we only had two locks to get thru first thing and then it was a long slow ride to Lockport where two more locks would lift us to the Niagara River and then one more lock to Lake Erie.
Amber joined me on the fly bridge. She was wearing a nice pair of shorts, a sleeveless blouse, and a fashionable pair of sunglasses.
"I got some awesome pictures from our photo shoot the other night. I'm looking forward to showing them to you tonight after we are docked."
"I'm looking forward to seeing them. Do I have to wait until tonight?"
"Yup"
We came to the first lock. Amber started taking pictures as soon as the gates started opening. She put the camera down long enough to give me a hand and then it was back to taking pictures. Pictures of the other boats in the lock, the lock keeper, the closed gates, me and anything else that caught her eye. She had two cameras with her, one with a wide angle zoom lens, the other with a telephoto zoom lens. An awful lot of money tied up in camera gear.
After locking thru both locks, we had gained 50 ft in elevation. We passed Rochester, spent some time on the Genesee River and then continued towards Spencerport. I noticed a park that had a small sea wall and there appeared to be a Farmers Market in the park. I parked the boat so Amber and I could go exploring. I wanted to get some fresh vegetables for dinner that evening and to see what else was available. Amber had her camera and was busy taking pictures. At one farmers tent, I bought some sweet corn. Since we were near the NY wine country, a couple of wineries had tents and I bought some wine. Apparently, there are some Amish in the area because there were two young Amish women with young children selling breads, pies, cheeses, jams, jellies and some produce. Both women were dressed in standard Amish clothing with the bonnets on their heads. The little girls were dressed in a similar manner and the little boys wore dark pants, blue shirts and straw hats. The children were playing games, running around laughing and behaving like all little children. Amber asked if she could take some photos. The older of the two women said "Yes, but you can't photograph our faces." Something about their religion. Amber took pictures from the side and rear and also took some photos of their buggy and horse tied in the shade a few yards away. I bought some bread and cheese from them. The pies looked very tempting, put I didn't buy any. Ben would have been proud of me.
I picked up some green beans, and one tent was selling wild game meat, so I bought some elk steaks and some wild boar pork chops. It took two trips to the boat to get everything on board and stowed.
Back on the canal, it was as though we were in a wilderness. Sometimes we could hear cars and trucks, but mostly it was the boat, trees that lined the banks, birds and other wildlife that used the water. Amber would go thru a flurry of photo taking as something showed up along the bank and then there would be nothing for a while.
As we motored along, we talked about photography. She was extremely knowledgeable about all elements of photography going back to early film days to the present digital systems. Again, she tried to persuade me to buy a better camera than my phone camera and document my trip with photos as well as the blog. I finally promised her I would give it some thought.
After the Farmers Market, we passed Brockport, Holley, Albion where we stopped and had a light lunch. From there we continued east to Medina and tied off at a sea wall near Middleport. We found a great restaurant called The Basket Factory. Its history went back to the beginning of the canal. We ate there instead of cooking on the boat. The food was excellent. The next day we would get to Lockport and go thru two more locks.
Back at the boat, I was eager to see the pictures of our photo shoot. Amber finally relented and we went inside to my computer. Before she put the thumb drive in, she looked at the photos I had taken, the selfies with the people I had met as well as scenery shots.
"You seem to have met a lot of very attractive ladies on this trip. Are they all close friends?"
"Yup, most of them have become very close friends." I smiled.
"You must have a girl or two in every port!"
"Well, not in every port, but I have been fortunate to meet a lot of interesting people that have a lot in common with me."
She just looked at me over the top of her glasses and gave a brief laugh.
Inserting the thumb drive she brought up a file with the photos from our night together.
"As I expected, I had to run some of these thru Photoshop to make them more interesting."
She started a slide show of the photos. They were awesome, some showed her mouth wrapped around my cock with my cock buried deep in her throat, others showed her mouth just covering the tip of my cock, or my cock just fractions of an inch away from her face. Almost all of them were in black & white. One came up in color that had me laughing so hard I almost fell out of the chair. It was me at the moment of orgasm. My eyes were almost fully closed, my forehead was all wrinkled, my mouth was askew with my tongue hanging partially out, my nose was out of focus as if it was vibrating, and I thought that was the ugliest looking orgasm I'd ever seen! I looked to be in severe pain instead of the throes of extreme pleasure. Amber joined me in my laughter.
"I have to admit Jim, that is the most unusual look of pleasure I have ever photographed. If I were you, I wouldn't show it to anyone. You'd never live it down!"
"Are there any more?"
"Now we get to the really good stuff. The next photo showed cum shooting out of the head of my cock at the instant that it started. That was an interesting perspective. The next couple showed cum splashing on her tongue and nose. The final picture blew me away. Amber said, "This is my dream shot."
The black & white photo had my cock on the left and Ambers face on the right. In between was my cum in mid-flight. It looked like a strange shaped football, or maybe a comet, with a tail going back to the tip of my cock. Her mouth was open, her tongue out in anticipation of my cum. The photo was heavily Photoshopped for contrast, but it was awesome.
Amber turned to me, gave me a big hug, a toe curling kiss and said, "Thank you. I have had dreams about this photo and to actually pull it off is so rewarding. I couldn't have done it without your help. Would you consider signing a release in the event I should ever want to publish it?"
"Huh, whoa, I'll have to think about that. I'm not sure I want my cock in a book or anywhere on the internet. I'll let you know before you leave. Ok?"
