The warm sunlight barely penetrated the thick leaves on the trees. Anna shivered as the cool air touched her bare skin.
Too much bare skin. At least for this state park, where anyone might walk by at any moment and see her exposed for Thomas's camera.
Stupid idea. Why did I ask him to take my picture? Then again, the location was his idea, not hers. She'd only asked that he take some sexy photos of her to help her push some boundaries. He'd chosen to take the pics in public to push her first boundary: unwillingness to show too much of her body in public.
She took a deep breath. This was what she'd asked for. And although she cringed at the thought of a stranger seeing her in her micro skirt and low-cut tank top, under which she wore nothing, part of her was excited at the prospect. Someone else might be equally excited at the sight of her, and that was a complete turn-on.
"Ready?" Thomas held up his high-end digital camera. No cheap phone cameras for him. He had the best of everything.
"I guess." Anna shivered again. "Can we make this quick? I'm cold."
"Oh, you're cold?" He walked over to her and smacked her hard on the ass. "Maybe a solid spanking will warm you up. Your ass, at least."
He raised his hand. Despite the arousal that rushed through her, Anna shook her head. "Not here. What if someone sees?"
"What if they do?" Again, he brought his hand down on her ass. "Are you ashamed of something?"
Voices from nearby stopped Anna from answering. Male voices, two of them if she heard correctly, and they were getting louder. She couldn't see them around the curve in the path, but they definitely weren't far away. Two men were walking toward them, and in a moment they would see her in this outfit. See her taking whatever Thomas chose to do.
She tensed, ready to duck behind a tree, unsure how to feel, though the moisture between her legs indicated how her libido was reacting to the men's approach. They would see her, and they would want her. That was why she was here. To be looked at and wanted.
Biting her lip, she glanced at Thomas. He gave her a slight nod and said, more loudly than necessary, "Strike a pose, babe. Let me take your picture."
"A photo shoot, huh?"
Startled, Anna turned. The men had rounded the curve and now stood only a few yards away. Both appeared young, maybe not even out of college yet. Both were the type of guy she would have crushed on from a distance in her own college days. One blond, one with black hair. Both built like athletes, with the black-haired one standing just a couple of inches taller than the blond. Too attractive for her to approach or ignore.
But now they were approaching her. Pushing away her trepidation, Anna stood straighter, pushing out her chest. Her nipples, unrestrained by a bra, pushed against the thin fabric of her top.
"Hi," she said, proud that her voice showed no signs of nervousness. "Sorry if we're in your way."
The black-haired one ran his tongue over his upper lip. "Not in the way at all. Looks like we're interrupting your pics."
"You're welcome to watch the shoot if you want," Thomas said.
The younger men looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure," the blond said. "We aren't in a hurry." He eyed Anna. "And this is definitely more interesting to look at than a bunch of trees. Where should we stand?"
"Right where you are is fine." Thomas raised his camera again. "Anna, didn't I tell you to pose?"
"How?" She put her hands on her hips. "There. I'm posing." The younger men chuckled, which pleased her. "You'll have to be more specific. I'm not a professional model."
"You could be," the black-haired man said.
Anna smiled. "Well, thank you. I guess we'll see how these pictures turn out."
"Not so well if you keep being a wiseass." Thomas grabbed her by her long brown hair.
She gasped, only because she hadn't expected him to treat her so roughly in front of strangers. But she loved it when took charge, and seeing the younger men's raised eyebrows and slight smiles excited her even more.
Thomas pulled her backward until she felt rough bark behind her. "Lean against this tree," he said. "Put one foot up on it. And stop being a brat."
"Ooh, someone's in trouble," the blond man said. "Maybe you should give her a spanking."
"She'd like that too much." Thomas stepped back and aimed his camera at Anna.
Her trembling now had nothing to do with the temperature. All three men stared at her intently, ramping up her desire to show off. As she bent her knee to place her foot where Thomas had ordered, cool air touched her wet pussy, and she moaned softly before she could stop herself.
"Sounds like someone's enjoying her photo shoot," Thomas said. The camera clicked. "One down. How many to go, Anna?"
Her eyes widened. "I wasn't ready."
"I think you were."
She looked at the younger men. "Did I look ready to you?"
"You look ready for something." The black-haired man grinned. "Need help posing? I'd be glad to lend a hand."
"Don't distract her." Thomas snapped another picture. "If you want these to turn out right, Anna, I suggest you get into position."
And what position would that be? She bit back the question and adjusted her stance. The men stayed quiet, but the air on her pussy distracted her far more than they would have.
Thomas took a few more pictures, then said, "All right. You're done there. Come over here." He nodded toward the large boulder behind him. "Sit up on this."
Anna lowered her leg and stretched. "You want me to sit on that when I don't have any panties on? It's dirty."
"You don't have any panties on?" Blond sounded intrigued.
