...It was fun while it lasted we thought, while we laid back down on our lounge chairs, enjoying the beer and the beautiful sun.
But since the beach was rapidly repopulating and we were still aroused, this excited mood took over a pleasurable relax. We then decided to take a stroll hoping to find a quiet spot and resume the sexy fun.
Anna decided to not put the top back on, a definitive hint for another adventure waiting on the horizon. So I instinctively grabbed my camera and a beach towel and we headed toward the sea cliff on our left.
We knew that after we crossed the small inlet, there were a couple of beautiful flat rocks that rose above the water. Those flat rocks were a very comfortable place to sit or lay down under the sun, and just the perfect thing for taking pictures.
Sadly we discovered that both rocks were already occupied by two other couples, so we had no choice but to head for the next cove in our quest for privacy. We roamed around cliffs and rocks until we discovered a small and secluded cove. Luckily no beach goers had wandered that far, in this muggy July's afternoon. Only an horny couple would go this far, we thought.
As I laid the towel down I noticed how astonishing this location was, and how the light was simply perfect. The sun shone on the rocks and I liked how it mirrored in her green eyes. It was for me a moment of worship.
I watched her ash-blonde hair falling sensually on her shoulder to frame the graceful oval face. Anna had been my only model for the past 20 years, and even in her full maturity she was still toned and a nice fit at 5'8 and 145lb.
So before we decided to lay down I asked her if she was in the mood for a couple of sexy pics. But before I had finished my sentence she promptly took the bottom off and headed toward the large rock that was shaped like a large cone. There she leaned against it, sensually and teasingly. She loved to pose naked for me, particularly in public places, excited by the thrill of getting caught.
I was mesmerized by her beauty, so I stopped for moment to take pictures and just stood there watching her play with her nipples, squeeze them and tweak them relentlessly. She was hot and she knew it. When she reached her vaginal lips and uncovered the hood, I saw that her clit had swollen significantly in excitement and now it looked like a small dick.
She wet her middle finger and ran circles around it, then put two fingers inside, to glaze them with her own juice and then suck them to savor every little drop of it.
At one point she turned around and slapped her cheeks hard, multiple times. "Wow is this heaven on earth or what?"
But while we were in la-la land, we heard the sound of a distant voice and a dog barking. These sounds were traveling closer, they were coming from behind the group of rocks on our left. Unfortunately we could not see past these rocks, to check what was going on. But it sounded like someone that, walking a dog, was heading our way.
Oh no, this is not happening again. Anna instinctively reached down to the gravel to get the swimsuit back on but I was faster and I grabbed her arm before she could reach it. While I was grabbing her arm our eyes met in a sort of "what if" look. "What if what?" she replied.
"Yes, what if you don't put the bottom swimsuit back on?" We shared a moment of hesitant silence before a mutual grin. "Could this be considered beach dogging?"Anna asked. "I think so" I quickly answered and we both started laughing.
Then she stood back up and leaned again against the rock, while I resumed my camera job. The air was now charged with a vibrant tension as we waited for the arrival of our dogger.
But all of a sudden she got worried about the "what if " situation. "Baby you know that I am so excited to do this but "what if" the owner of the dog is actually a young kid?" Damn she was right, that would have really bust our fun game.
So I decided to walk toward those rocks, hike to the top and see who or what was coming our way. When I got there I saw the dogger and the dog in the distance and, and notwithstanding they were still quite far, I could see that our dogger was a young black male, probably in his twenties.
When I reported the news to Anna she let out a sigh of relief. So we were back in the game and while we were waiting for our dogger we went back to our photo-shooting.
The dog arrived on the crime scene a few seconds before the dogger; a short time that it seemed an eternity to us. When the black young man finally got there he was shocked at the scene, Anna was fully exposed and was bashfully covering herself while I was on my knees taking pictures.