“Ready?”
“It feels like my butterflies have butterflies, but sure, I’m ready!”
Chris chuckled as he pulled off the road and parked as near he could to the beach.
“You can decide not to do it any time; it’s going to be a beautiful sunrise anyway.”
They got out of the car and walked down to the deserted beach. Chris fired up an app on his phone to determine where the sunrise would occur, then set up his gear and marked out where he wanted Rachel to stand. They went over the pose he wanted: she was to make a circle with her arms so to encircle the rising sun. She was to be nude, with the intention that her silhouette would be smooth. Chris hoped the cool air would bring out her nipples for added interest in the silhouette. As the sun started to rise, Rachel practiced the pose and Chris checked the camera settings. It would be several minutes before the sun was high enough for the main pose, so Chris thought of another idea. She would be nude, facing the sun with her arms high over her head like a flame, stretching slightly to draw her waist in.
Rachel approved this idea as well, so then it was the moment she was dreading yet excited for. The beach slip came off, then the bikini top. Hesitating, she undid the strings and dropped the bikini bottom, then walked to the spot Chris had marked out and took the first pose. She heard the camera clicking several times, then Chris called out he had that shot. She hurried back to the camera where Chris showed her the previews.
“There’s a lot of cleanup and post-processing to be done in Adobe Lightroom, but you can see the idea here.” Rachel nodded; the pictures were tasteful and interesting. As the sun rose, she hurried to the spot for the next pose, and held it for several minutes as the camera clicked. She was feeling surprisingly peaceful, and the cool morning air was indeed bringing out her nipples. She hoped it was good enough for the picture Chris had envisaged, and arched her back ever so slightly more so it pushed her chest out. Finally, it was done. Rachel dropped the pose and walked back to where her clothes were. The nude outdoor photoshoot photoshoot was exhilarating; but there was something more. There was a raw, primal energy that filled her; an energy that could only be satiated one way. She stood in front of Chris has he packed the gear away.
“Fuck me now.”
Chris looked up, then looked around at his gear. Rachel got it; he didn’t want to leave it out in the open for someone to steal. She picked up her beach slip and put it on.
“Ok, we pack up the camera gear and head to your place. Don’t rush, don’t do anything dangerous, but get me to your place and fuck me.”
The drive back to Chris’s apartment was silent, but the air crackled with energy. Chris kept glancing over to her, looking at the curve of her breasts under the slip. She hiked the slip up to her lap so her pubic hair was visible, then slid a finger in, all whilst keeping her eye straight ahead. Chris fought the urge to look; he drove, and soon enough they arrived at the apartment. Upon entering the apartment, Rachel put her arms around his neck and pulled his ear close to her lips.
“I’m your fuck meat. Do what you want, how you want.”
Chris lifted the beach slip over her head and dropped it. Grasping her head by her hair, he dragged her to the bedroom, his heart pounding with the strange sense of unreality he felt. Pushing her onto the bed, he started to undress, his hands shaking so mush he fumbled the buttons. Rachel watched this.
“Slow down. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere” she breathed. Chris listened, and forced himself to stop. After taking a few deep breaths, he studied himself and was able to undress, his eye locked on hers the whole time. When his pants came off, Rachel admired his rock-hard penis and spread her legs a little bit more.
“You gonna hurt me with that thing?”
Chris grunted a reply, then dragged her up the bed so he could fit comfortably. As he positioned himself above her, she raised one hand to his chest as she gripped his cock with the other and locked eyes with him.
“Fuck me like I don’t matter.”
She released her hands, and Chris immediately put his hands on her wrists, pinning her down. Slowly, he entered her, dipping in and out of her warm juices to both lube up and enjoy her tightness. He slowly impaled her, sinking down so he felt her entire depth. He withdrew almost to the tip, then pounded down hard. Rachel gasped; it was a bit harder than she expected. The feeling of him inside of her, expanding and filling every fold, was electric. He withdrew, and slammed home again, igniting every nerve ending. He withdrew and slammed home again, then began a rhythmic pounding of her. Rachel felt an orgasm building within her, and it felt like Chris was getting even bigger. For his part, Chris’s world had collapsed down to the pleasure he felt from his penis as it drove in and out of Rachel. Nothing else in the world mattered as he thrust his hips up and down. He could feel an orgasm building, then it slowly penetrated his senses that Rachel was crying out. No, no crying out; she was orgasming. He slowed down to enjoy the contractions of her vagina around his penis, then the urge to finish himself took over. Again he started the rhythmic pounding, oblivious to everything but the sensations from his cock and the building pressure in his balls. He exploded into her, pulse after pulse of cum as he slowed down and regained his senses. Rachel lay there, limp and spent, and he felt spent as well. He had no idea how much he came, but suspected it was a lot. Getting up, he staggered to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. Wiping his rapidly deflating cock on a hand towel and dropping it to the floor, he staggered out clutching a bath towel. Lifting Rachel up by the legs, he put the towel under her to catch any leakage, then stumbled back into bed. Within minutes, they were both asleep.
Rachel was the first to wake up, stretching and feeling very content. Silently slipping out of the bed, she padded to the bathroom and into a very warm shower. As her head cleared, she realized that she had no clothes. Sure, there was the slip, but that hardly counted. Her bikini was in the car with the photography equipment, her phone and apartment keys, and the oozing feeling between her legs reminded her just how much Chris had cum. This was going to be leaking out of her for days! Well, maybe that was being dramatic, but certainly for a few hours at least. Her IUD still felt it was in place, but prudence was the watchword here. Lacking anything else, she wrapped herself in the towel and waited with a book for Chris to wake up.
Chris came to, groggy with sleep. He thought he had heard the shower running, so he stumbled out of bed. He found Rachel in the living area wrapped in a towel. She smiled at him, telling him to grab a shower as they had a bit to do. One warm shower later, Chris was dressed and sitting beside Rachel.
“As much as I enjoy being nude with you, I need some clothes. And we need to call by a Walgreens.”
Chris nodded, and went to the car to get his camera gear and Rachel’s bikini. Enjoying the sight of her putting the bikini and beach slip on, they planned out the next few jobs. First was stopping by Rachel’s apartment. She went through, ignoring the disapproving looks from her neighbors, freshened up and changed into some comfortable jeans and a shirt. When she arrived back at the car, Chris asked her about the bag she was carrying.
“It’s a change of cloths to keep art your place, so I don’t find myself naked and without a change of clothes again next time I pose nude for you again outside. So pick a side in your closet for me.” Chris took this news in, grinning slightly. So this is how the move-in begins.
The next stop was a nearby Walgreens, where Rachel grabbed a Plan B, a Diet Coke and some toiletries.
“Just be be sure. Also, you’re making space in your bathroom for me as well,” she said as she washed one of the tables down with the Coke. “I hate the way these things make me feel. Still, better safe than sorry” she added, setting an alarm for 12 hours time. Stopping off for a quick lunch, they headed back to Chris’s apartment.
Chris pulled another chair by his computer for Rachel, then started importing the photos. The first pose didn’t work out to his satisfaction, but he wasn’t concerned as it was a spur-of-moment idea. Rachel was surprised, as it had looked good on the tiny preview screen on the camera. That, Chris pointed out, was the problem: the little screen only gave an approximation. The second pose had worked spectacularly, and he had multiple pictures and exposures to choose from. He selected the imageset he liked, and let Lightroom do its magic. Adjusting a few setting, he showed the result to Rachel.
“You like?”
Rachel looked closely at the image. The sun was truly spectacular inside her arms; the colors in the clouds and reflecting off the water magical. But…
“You can still see me. I thought I was going to be a silhouette.”
Chris nodded. “And you are.” He duplicated the image, then dialed down settings until Rachel’s image faded to almost black.
“So now we have two images. Watch this!” With both images selected, they appeared in Photoshop, whereupon he did a layer merge, leaving Rachel as a mysterious blackness. Pulling the cover off a big printer, he loaded it with paper and sent the image to the printer. Rachel watched as the vibrant image appears, noting with satisfaction just how good her silhouette looked. Finally the image was printed, and Chris held it up.