After a sound sleep of one who has been satisfied, if only by herself, Liz woke up to the sun streaming through her window. Slowly standing, sleep still pressing against her eyelids, she stretched lazily by the window, enjoying the warm rays against her naked body. Yawning one last time, she made her way to the shower.
Next door, Marc had just come out the back door to enjoy a brief smoke, happened to look up, and was greeted with perky breasts being stretched out--breasts that disappeared as quickly as they appeared.
"Huh. I could've sworn the place next door was unoccupied. Well, maybe this summer's gonna be different. Wouldn't mind some more perky breasts," he thought to himself. He lazily scratched his cock, which was quickly starting to twitch, and slowly exhaled a long haze of smoke. He sat down at the back step and allowed himself to enjoy the quiet of the morning. Eventually he made his way back inside, grabbed his leather jacket, and headed outside to take a ride on his bike.
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Liz dressed casually in a short summer dress, her bikini on underneath in case she wanted to go for a swim, and grabbed her camera. Throwing it into her purse, she hopped down her steps and out the door.
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The simultaneous slamming of doors caused the slammers to look up, both startled by the other's presence.
Liz blushed instantly, imagining the rock hard body that stood clothed before her.
Marc casually hazarded a glance at her breasts, noting their perkiness and smiling at the memory.
A beat passed, both basking in memories.
"Hey, neighbor," Marc said finally, breaking the silent yet mutual admiration.
"Hey yourself," Liz said, her eyebrow cocking a bit, as if challenging him to act on the thoughts that were flickering across his face.
"You new around here? I've been here for years, and I've never seen you around."
"Yeah, this is my first summer here. Time share and all."
Seeing her expression, Marc decided to take a chance. "You wanna go for a ride?" Marc asked, gesturing to his motorcycle. "Like I said, I've been here for years, and I could show you around, if you'd like."
Liz smiled and licked her lips. "I'm always up for a ride," she replied. "Lead on."
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"How'd you find this place?" Liz asked, looking around in awe at the view before them. After 15 minutes of cheek to leather—both on her face and between her legs—they drove off the side of the road, walked a few minutes on the side of a cliff, and found themselves in a sizable niche overlooking the ocean. There were parts that were completely shaded and others that were sparkling in the sunlight, creating a beautiful cave dance of shadows and light framed by the large expanse of ocean and curbed by the sounds of rolling waves against the sand. "It's just gorgeous. Amazing. Breathtaking. And terrifying," she said as she slowly backed away from the steep edge.
"You can say that again," Marc muttered under his breath as he watched her daintily creep around what had been his asylum for the past several years. He took out a blanket from his bag and spread it on the floor. He sat on the blanket and leaned against the smooth rock. Taking out a cigarette and placing it in his mouth, he squinted into her golden presence and watched her rummage through her purse in confusion. "Whatcha lookin' for?"
"My camera—my digital camera, that is. My real camera is too big to just carry around in my purse. I just wanted to take a picture up here, capture the moment and all." Liz moved all the items in her purse around one more time, hoping that she'd see the camera's hiding place. "Aha! Found it." She looked out into the horizon and snapped a few shots, attempting to harness the blue and shut it in her memory box. She turned to look back at him and saw a cloud of smoke circling a body curved against stone. Perfect. She aimed the camera at him while he glanced away and took a picture.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" Marc looked up abruptly when he heard the clicking of the camera.
"Sorry—moved to do it, the whole artist thingy. You didn't really mind, did you?" Liz hesitated, wondering how he would react to her roll of him and his body.
"No, I don't mind—just thought maybe I should get a warning. And maybe a name? Mine's Marc, by the way." He waved two fingers at her in greeting, as if they had just been introduced.
"Oh, sorry for not introducing myself earlier," Liz said hastily. They had both been so comfortable from the moment they had seen each other face to face, and thus the introductions hadn't even come up. "I'm Liz." Immediately she shot another picture of him without warning.
"You know, if you really wanted me to model for you, all you had to do was ask." Marc arched his eyebrow lasciviously and grinned. She took a picture.
"Hm, I don't know if you're my kind of model, you know, since you don't have those California looks that are so attractive in pictures." Marc's mouth gaped in mock horror. She took a picture.
"Oh, come on. These cheekbones are just made for the camera," he purred, giving her a long, intense look. She took a picture.
"Well, I'll consider it if you take off something," Liz said saucily. Marc looked slightly shocked. She took a picture.
"Will you stop taking pictures? It's a bit distracting." Marc stood up, threw out his cigarette, and moved towards her, motioning at her camera to keep her from taking another picture. "And why's such a beautiful girl behind the camera instead of in front of it?"
Liz halted, processing his compliment, Marc used her momentary surprise at his words and took the camera from her hands.
"Hey, give that back! And be careful!" Liz tried to take the camera back from him but only succeeded in wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself against his chest in an attempt to reach around his back—true success indeed.
"So, the girl doesn't like being on the other side of the camera, hm? Likes to hide a little?" Marc smirked and kept the camera away from her grasp. When she looked like she was beginning to get irritated, he looked her directly in the face. "Look, I'll make a deal with you. You let me take some pictures of you, and I'll be your own personal model, since you like taking so many pictures of me. Deal?"
"What makes you think I want any pictures of you?" she said quickly, trying to look aloof but only succeeding in pouting. She tried not to think of her favorite pictures detailing his abs and dive into the water.
"Other than the fact that you've taken my picture four times already?" Marc asked in disbelief, trying not to be sucked in by her pouty lower lip.
"Uh, yeah. Those were just--oh fine. I do think you'd be good on film. And I have a project that I'm trying to finish that I need a model for. But only if you're serious."
"As long as you're serious about letting me take pictures of you," he said with a glint in his eyes. "So why don't we take turns. And since I have the camera right now, I'll take the first one." As she opened her mouth to protest, he took a picture. "See, now that wasn't so bad, was it? Actually, now that I look at it, open-mouthed shock doesn't always look pretty on the camera. We'll have to try something different next time." He envisioned her open-mouthed under her, cumming in his arms. He wondered how accurate his imagination was and hoped he'd find out.
"Wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel special. Besides, taking pictures and being in pictures--they're two very different things. And just because a person is hot doesn't mean he'll be a good model," she snapped, holding her hand out for the camera.
"Are you calling me hot? Because I think I feel kinda special." Marc grinned at her frustration.
"You know what? I think I've got enough shots of that grin. Let's try something different. Lose the coat." Liz smiled triumphantly when he looked at her, aghast at the suggestion. "I'm serious, and you said you'd be serious, too. I think the coat definitely conveys a message, and I want something a little different." Liz tried to keep her voice even, but her mind was sending her all the messages of the coat--"Fuck me, use me on the ground to keep you from rug/cement/rock/grass burns, let me cover you and swallow you, you know you want to"--and it was all she could do to push down the blushes that seemed to have set up camp on her cheeks.
Marc hesitated in taking off his coat, but he had agreed to take the modeling seriously so he complied, if slowly. He laid the coat gently on the blanket and then ran his fingers through his hair. He heard the camera click.
"Hey, now. I thought we were going to be serious with the whole modeling thing."
"I am serious. As much as I'm going to tell you what to do, I also like just being able to take pictures when I see something that looks right. And eventually this whole swapping of the camera is going to get on my nerves," Liz said, looking down at the photo she had just snapped. Yummy biceps. She held out the camera to him and savored the warmth of their brief contact.
"Okay, serious. So I'm supposed to take a picture when I see something that looks right, as you say? Well, then, this should be easy," Marc said flirtatiously. When Liz rolled her eyes again, he waited for the blush to come that he had seen earlier.