Steve Lentaigne sat down on a log beside the campfire and prepared his breakfast with a feeling of great contentment.
The long winter had finally given way to a beautiful spring and the unusually warm May air felt good in his lungs. Nature and the outdoors had always been his passion and he looked forward to eight more days of solitary wandering. He didn't yet know that his plans would take an interesting turn that he would stay with him forever.
Scott and Elaine McCann had leased the luxury cottage with boathouse on Cree Lake until the middle of June. It was quiet this early in the season with few, if any, people to disturb their solitude. Elaine's love was macro-photography; insects, tiny flowers and the like while Scott's taste was more of an erotic nature. He photographed Elaine in various stages of undress and in very adult poses, particularly in the outdoors. For her part, Elaine found posing exciting and became very aroused during the sessions that frequently ended with intense love-making. She also had far more sex drive than Scott and indulged in an occasional lover; Scott enjoyed watching these encounters and often filmed or photographed them.
Steve consulted his map and compass before setting off at 06:30 on a north-westerly course that would take him past the northern tip of Cree Lake. He carried a GPS and would use it in emergencies but preferred less electronic methods. It was another glorious spring morning as he made good progress through the northern woods. Just after 10:00 he came to a hunters' cabin and was greeted by two men chopping wood. He disliked hunting. Shooting with his camera was more to his taste but he chatted amiably with the men. They invited him inside for a coffee and he gladly accepted the refreshment. There were four other hunters in the cabin and Evan passed a pleasant half-hour with them before continuing on his way. As he distanced himself from the cabin he was struck by the thought that he hadn't seen any guns around. He shook it from his mind as he reached the top a hill and looked down to the water below. Even with his coffee break he had made good time to Cree Lake.
Scott and Elaine left the cottage just after 09:30 and hiked north to a picturesque spot they had located the day before. Scott photographed Elaine as she undressed. When she was naked, he directed her to a tree and she leant back against it. The camera captured images of her from several angles before she turned around, stretched her hands out against the tree and stuck her bottom out proudly. Scott liked what he saw through the lens and the shutter snapped several times. He moved closer and told her to open her legs wide for some pussy shots. His hands felt her ass then slowly drifted between her legs. She was already wet with excitement and Scott's fingers easily probed her vagina. He wanted her labia lips highly aroused and spread apart for his close-up shots, he found her gaping vagina so erotic. His attentions had the desired effect and soon he was crouched down with camera in action as Elaine spread her labia with her fingers to help Scott achieve the desired results.
The hill down to the lake was steep and Steve needed to make his descent carefully. He was angling down toward the north end of the lake when movement caught his eye in a small clearing a few hundred metres to the south. It looked like a person but at this distance he couldn't be sure. He retrieved binoculars from his backpack and located the movement. He was shocked to see a naked woman walk across the clearing and lie on the trunk of a fallen tree. She lifted her legs and placed a hand between them. It was then that he saw the man with a camera pointed at her. Well, well, he thought and scanned south along the shore of the lake until he came to the large cottage with its impressive boathouse and assumed they must be from there. He watched for a few minutes before continuing down the slope to the water's edge and made his way cautiously around the lake. He came to within a few meters of the clearing and observed the couple from among a group of small trees. The woman was on her knees gulping down the man's penis while caressing his balls. They moved over to the fallen tree and the woman straddled it. The man mounted her from behind and began thrusting vigorously. Steve's erection strained in the confinement of his pants as he watched the couple and heard their sounds of passion. A noisy climax was reached and the man picked up his camera and took several close-up shots between the woman's legs before they dressed and headed southward.
That's not something you see on a hike everyday, they're quite a couple, Steve thought. At that moment he decided to take a detour to the cottage with the fancy boathouse. He was in no rush and stopped several times to take photos of birds, ferns and a marten. He came upon a rudimentary trail and followed it until he saw the boathouse. Scott was seated in one of several chairs surrounding an outdoor table shaded by a large umbrella beside the structure. He was sorting through a pile of camera equipment laid out across the table. He rose when he saw Steve approaching and shouted his hello. The two men shook hands, introductions were made and after talk of the great weather the conversation concentrated on the equipment on the table and their mutual love of photography. They discussed their preferred makes of cameras, accessories, filters and such. Scott asked Steve if he would like to stay for lunch and chat some more. His wife, Elaine, was just showering before they ate and he was sure she wouldn't mind. Steve readily accepted and was anxious to meet his very sexy wife.
Elaine came out of the boathouse in t-shirt and shorts and Scott made the introductions. Steve felt a twinge in his groin; she really was a very sexy lady, with or without clothes. Scott showed her Steve's photos taken so far on his trip and she remarked on their quality. She was particularly interested in the ones of insects and woodland flowers and remarked that he had a great eye for beauty and composition.
He said he was surprised she had come from the boathouse since Scott had mentioned she was taking a shower. She explained that the boathouse had a luxury apartment above and they spent almost no time in the cottage, preferring the spectacular views of the lake the apartment offered, especially at night. They glanced at each other with the hint of a smile. Steve guessed this exchange was of a private, romantic nature and did not pursue it. Scott informed Elaine that Steve had been invited for lunch and she smiled saying that was lovely and he was very welcome.
Elaine volunteered to prepare lunch and left the guys to chat. A few minutes later Scott excused himself and returned with a bottle of wine and glasses. He told Steve that Elaine liked his photos very much and hoped he would show her more; perhaps he would take some shots of her. Steve became super hard at that image but sipped his wine and replied that he would be happy to. They chatted over lunch and Steve couldn't help but notice the occasional sexual innuendo that interspersed the otherwise, normal topics of conversation. Scott asked if he had ever photographed nude subjects and Elaine mentioned that she liked to pose in all kinds of situations and was a little bit of an exhibitionist. She commented unabashedly that if you had a nice body, why not flaunt it. Steve had noticed when she talked of posing and her own body, her nipples hardened and jutted proudly against the thin material of her t-shirt.
Scott offered to clear the table leaving Steve to chat with Elaine. She kept the topic on photography and said she had modelled for Scott many times in 'risqué poses'. He earned his living as a photographer of nude and other adult material and they had met when she had modelled for him and they fell in love and married.
When Scott returned he had yet another camera in hand. He handed it to Steve and asked him to offer his opinion on some of his latest work. Steve flipped out the digital screen and pressed the advance button. He viewed the well composed pictures of the surrounding woodland and lake and then there was Elaine, naked, leaning back against a tree with her fingers between her legs.
"You've made a mistake, I don't think you meant me to see these," Steve said as he passed the camera back to Scott.
Scott took the camera and looked at the display. 'She's quite beautiful, isn't she," he mused and handed it back. "It's alright, Elaine knows, I discussed it with her when I went for the wine." Elaine smiled and nodded in agreement and Steve's gaze reverted to the display. He went through the forty odd pictures of Elaine while the couple looked on grinning. He put the camera down and thought for right words to say. "They're brilliant. Elaine, you are a very lovely, sexy woman and Scott, you are a talented and lucky man."
"The thing is," Scott began, "I can't keep up with Elaine anymore, she needs a lot more attention than I can provide. She likes you and we were hoping you could provide that extra attention."
Elaine glanced at Scott then got out of her chair and stood behind Steve. She caressed his shoulders and chest then bent around and kissed him full on the lips. Before he had fully recovered from his surprise Elaine's hand was fondling his erection through his pants.
