The early morning mist was just rising as I crested the top of the hill. Looking around the surrounding woods and open clearings, they looked empty of any creatures. I must have been more noisy than usual and frightened everything away. Oh well, it will soon warm up. Then I will work on my over-all tan.
Perhaps I should have checked out the wooded area near the swimming hole first but I seldom saw anything interesting. Several times, early in the morning, I have seen a nice looking young man laying naked on one of the benches. He is not there every day.
I put down my pack and camera, and then decided to start on my tan now. All I wore was a flimsy pair of shorts and nothing else. If it were not for the law, I would be nude.
Hardly had I reclined when my sensitive ears detected a rustling in the fallen leaves. Easing quietly over behind a small group of thick bushes, I got into a position to watch the advancing visitors.
I didn't wait long. They walked right out into the middle of the clearing and stopped facing each other. The man was the same fellow who frequented the swimming pool and is supposed to be an artist. That's what the talk around town is all about concerning him anyway.
But the woman - wow what a looker! Short with beautiful red hair, a few freckles, gorgeous figure, and dressed rather scantily in short shorts and some kind of tie around her lovely breasts. She is the new neighbor to my friend Jack, down my street.
"Well, let's see - to begin...you sit there. OK just relax while I get set up," the man said as the woman sat, turned to one side with her legs drawn up. I noticed the cute sandals she wore with the straps wound around her calves. They really helped to show off the exquisite shape of her legs.
Cecil (I found out latter), the artist, looked up from his sketch pad and said, "If you don't mind, remove that tie so I can study the conformation of your shoulders and breasts."
The woman looked at him in two short glances, winced a bit, and then turned the tie to unfasten it. She slowly let it lay next to her. She kept her hand on it.
"Good. Sit straight, please. You have a very attractive figure. Have you modeled before?" he asked smiling.
"No, never. I've been asked many times, but this is the first time for me. I do not feel comfortable out here in the wilds, I'll tell you. Will we be long?"
"We can go back anytime you'd like. You can see your house from here. Come over here and look. You have to get past those trees, he said moving up behind her as she moved to look down the mountain at the village. His hands that where first on her shoulders slid slowly and with nonchalance - as if he didn't know what he was doing down to rest on the sides of her lovely breasts. She didn't jump or shy away, instead she stepped quickly forward away from his touch and turned.
"I must insist that you keep your hands to yourself mister! If you have a problem with that - I'll leave." She returned to her original place and sat once again with her back straight showing the glorious curve of her firm well-formed breasts. I thought I would just love to count the freckles on her chest!
Cecil regained his position and began scribbling furiously. From time to time he turned the pad to show her what he was doing. From what I could see, the sketches were very professional looking - very nice, if I do say so myself. The woman smiled each time she viewed whatever he drew and started to relax.
Lying in one position was getting to me, so I very carefully shifted into a little more comfortable posture with my camera in place to photograph the scene. Fortunately, it is a new digital model that is totally silent in operation. I shot several pictures whenever the pose changed. They looked great.
"Would you mind standing? Your complete figure would make an excellent subject." She stood, and much to my surprise - she dropped the short shorts she was wearing! There she stood naked! Boy! Was she lovely! My mouth became dry and I couldn't spit. My eyes felt as though they'd drop right out on the ground! Wow...wow...wow, she sure is a beautiful lady! My eyes were having a difficult time prying themselves away from the clump of bright red curly hair that decorated her crotch.
Then I heard him ask, "Would you separate your feet a little, please?" I held my breath - needlessly, because she without any untoward action, stepped her feet wider apart.
"Like this? All right? Would you like me to turn?" she asked. I began to tremble where I lay in the bushes, practically drooling at the lovely sight. He reached up as though to alter her pose, but she kicked his hand away easily - more of a shove with her pretty sandal clad foot than a real kick.
"Don't touch!" she admonished him.
"What ever you want, dear. You know that most professional models shave their crotch clean of hair. I think that if I were you, I would at least trim the hair into a neat configuration. You take very good care of the hair on your head, why not on your crotch?" he said staring at her crotch with a leering look.
She didn't like the way things were going and started to pick up her shorts. He put his hand on them. They stopped, looked at each other a few moments, and then she dropped them. Straightening up, she turned right towards my hideout!
"Would you turn back please? If you will allow me, I would like to trim your hair just a little to make it neater. Do you ever try to do anything with it?" he asked with a smile. She didn't answer but turned with her hands on her hips in a manner that looked like she was daring him to action! He reached into his drawing case and found a scissors.
"Would you prefer to sit?"
She shook her head, "No."
He reached up, snipped a few of the low hanging curls, and then ran his fingers through the strands to try to untangle it. She jumped a little at that and stepped back.
Slowly, she drew her own fingers through the gorgeous strands of loveliness until it satisfied her that it was neat. I watched carefully where each gorgeous lock fell. They would not stay there for long once these people left. I could hardly wait. She stepped up to him again and he began in clipping like crazy! He was really making it short - much shorter than I would have liked.
"Ooh! That's too much! Stop right now!" she exclaimed. "My husband is going to be suspicious."
"Let me at least even it up, please?"
"All right, but make it quick! I'm going home!"
