Kyle stepped on to the white pebbled roof of the Holiday Inn, his flip-flops crunching beneath his feet as he dragged them along the flat floor. It was only about seven o'clock in the morning and thick fog still blanketed the bay in the distance around Alcatraz Island. Like a ghost the island seemed to hang below him as Kyle lifted his digital Canon camera to his right eye and adjusted the zoom lens to bring his target into focus. Leaning over the parapet a little Kyle wrapped the multi coloured blue and red strap around his right wrist as the fingers of his left hand operated the lens.
An amateur photographer Kyle was a chef currently in San Francisco to open a new restaurant in the nearby Embarcadero Center; training the new staff was underway and had been for about a week but their was still another week to go before the restaurant was opened to the public. Taking a couple of shots of the famous prison and the surrounding water Kyle flipped the knob on the right side of the camera that turned it off as he spun around on his heels to face the still waters of the pool behind him. Kyle strode slowly over to a nearby table and placed his camera upon it as well as the towel that he had slung over his bare shoulders.
Looking around him to see if anyone had come on to the roof while he was taking his pictures the young chef saw no one. Kyle unbuttoned his shorts and removed them quickly tossing them onto the table with the rest of his stuff keeping his jewelry as he always did. He only wore silver and had two bracelets; one on each wrist and a ring on both his forefingers. Kyle was proud of his slim body; he was thirty seven years old and still had a size thirty waist. He admitted if only to himself that he a bit under weight which seemed weird for someone who was surrounded by food all day long but he came from a family that were all tall and slender at least on his mother's side. Constantly on the move his muscles were ripped and he tried to swim or run as often as the numerous restaurants owned by the company he worked for allowed him to. His schedule changed from week to week and sometimes from day to day but it was the life he chose and he was good at it. He had seven tattoos on various parts of his body most of them were of dragons and snakes and he was designing a piece for his entire back that basically was good verse evil on first glance but the more you looked at it you realize that what you thought was good may not be good and what you thought what evil may not be evil. Kyle grew up in the Caribbean and wore his hair in dreadlocks that came to the top of his ass that more than a few women had told him was cute or nice or some other compliment that only females seem to come up with.
Stepping down into the warm water his limp cock floated or tried to float to the surface before him. Kyle lowered his head under the water and began his laps up and down the pool going as fast as he could for about ten minutes and then he would hop out of the water and dry off. As he stood next to the table where he had left his stuff Kyle began to move the white towel over his long limbs he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to see who was there; it was a latina female about his age wrapped in an ankle length robe. It only took Kyle about two seconds for recognize the morning pool side visitor; it was the porn star Mercedes Ashley who he had seen a while back on a Playboy TV show and had spent many an afternoon or evening jerking off to. Kyle took a deep breath and tried not to get an erection right there and then as she made her way toward him around the pool. It seemed that she was planning to be up there for a while since she had a large bag with her and Kyle could see a thick magazine protruding out of the top and wore sunglasses on top of her head that held her long brown hair back.
"Good morning." She began, a slight spanish accent peppering her speech. "Are you a photographer?"
Kyle had forgotten about the camera and it took him a moment to understand why she asked him that.
"No, I am not a photographer; not a professional anyway although I enjoy doing it....taking pictures I mean." He replied wringing his wet dreadlocks trying to dry them as fast as he could. Dreads are like mops, if they are not completely dry they begin to develop a mildewy smell.
Kyle did not care that he was nude wearing only his silver pendent with the pentagram emblazon on it in front of this beautiful woman; he had often traveled to nudist beaches and resorts in the Caribbean and in Florida. Since Kyle knew who she was he left that she would not mind either so he remained as he was as he looked at her. Jerking his head in the direction of the bay Kyle started to explain why he had his camera.
"I was taking some shots of Alcatraz cloaked in fog and mist. They came out pretty nice I think." He said bending over and twisting his hair before him.
"Oh; can I see." She asked already reaching for the silver camera on the white patio furniture. "How do I work this?"
The naked black man walked around the table to stand next to her as he took the camera from her touching her slender fingers with their pink painted nails. The faint odor of perfume and body mist reached his nostrils and stirred his loins and groin. Handing the camera back Kyle moved away from her he thought about putting his shorts on but did not as he started to calm himself again; if she noticed anything Mercedes said nothing but looked at the few pictures that Kyle had taken that morning.
"These are great. I like them a lot." She said putting the camera down. "Do you do portraits...or nudes?" The porn star asked roaming her eyes over his body to his cock briefly before returning her gaze to his dark brown eyes.
"I have taken a few portraits; friends and family you known but nudes....no I haven't although I have thought about it of course." Kyle said hoping this was leading where he thought it leading and tried to suppress a smile.
"Would you like to take some of me? Assume you have nothing else to do right now." She said taking her bag from her shoulder and putting in one of the chairs that had been pushed under the table between them.
Kyle knew that it couldn't be later than seven fifteen and he did not have to be at the restaurant until ten but this was Mercedes Ashley and he would have said he was free even if he had to be there in five minutes. A friend told him once that any time you had a change to be with a woman you had better take it because you never knew if you would get another change with her. If you refused her once most women would never give you a change again.
"No I'm free until about nine thirty or so. What did you have in mind?" He asked allowing her to take the lead and set the rules of the game.
"I am always looking to take new pictures of myself; you don't mind do you? I'll reward you handsomely for your time and trouble."
Kyle shook his hair behind him as he took his camera and looked around him for the best place to start shooting.
"No problem at all, I'll be happy to. My name is Kyle by the way." He said and offered his hand to her.
