7 comments/ 51754 views/ 16 favorites Photographic Interlude By: m_storyman_x Photog Being a freelance outdoor photographer means that I almost always have a camera with me, usually several. My daughter's graduation ceremony was no exception. I walked in to the sweltering gymnasium with my normal load, including two cannon digital 35mm cameras and a bag full of lenses. Having been here more than once, I knew it would be sweltering, especially where I was headed, the top row of bleachers. The students and some guests got the floor, and the rest of the guests got to fight over the nearly fifty rows of bleachers that constituted two levels. I learned long ago to ignore fighting for a low seat where I could see, and use my assets to leverage my vantage point. Getting the top row and using an 800 lens with monopod, it was as good as standing on the stage. As usual there were lots of speakers wishing the graduates good luck and giving their best advice for the future. I spent my time snapping shots of interesting crowd members; I scanned the sea of faces and found a baby sleeping in an unusual position and a variety of scantily clad family members trying to stay cool. I scanned to the top row and was shocked to see a tall slim woman in the top row on the opposite side of the gym, wearing a short white halter dress and looking straight across at me through an equally long camera lens. I could see her smile behind the camera as she realized I had zeroed in on her. She moved her face from behind the camera and smiled at me, allowing me a good look at her smooth features, bright smile and shoulder length blond hair. I zoomed in for a better look, her sparkling green eyes practically laughing in as I lost myself momentarily in them. I had no idea how long she had been looking at me before I noticed her, but now that I saw her I couldn't seem to pull my lens from her. She stood fairly tall, I guessed about six foot with a slim build that looked like she weighed only slightly more than my entire load of camera gear. Even then I guessed that she was most significantly top heavy, with a chest that appeared fairly large, but was hard to size behind the white halter style top of her dress. The white material dipped deep between her breasts, exposing a wedge of bronzed skin extending well below her chest, as she absentmindedly played with the edge of the material with the hand that wasn't balancing the camera on its mono-pod. Her dress was short, only extending down to her mid thigh, with flowing pleats that accentuated her slim well tanned legs. The only disruption to her smooth legs were the spiraling white ties that extended nearly to her knees, holding her high heeled sandals to her small feet. I couldn't help but wonder if she had anything else on besides the very hot looking white dress and sandals, and scanned up to her pleated dress and zoomed in, hoping for a glimpse of confirmation one way or the other. By the time I zoomed my lens back out and panned back to her face, it was again covered by the camera, but this time, I could tell she was focused and waiting to see my face. I moved my camera aside for a moment and smiled, allowing her to see what I looked like without the black box in front of me and also to confirm that I understood she wanted fair play. I looked across, disappointed at how little I could see from this distance without the long lens, but not disappointed in how she looked. Even at this distance she was striking; her tanned skin a sharp contrast to her white dress. Part of me hoped that she wouldn't be turned off, I'm no spring chicken any longer, but I do work hard to stay in shape to climb those long hills and hike deep into the wilderness for those memorable shots that actually pay my rent. I gave her a nice smile and nod before moving back behind the viewfinder. I was pleased to see she was still looking at me, and it was also easy to see that there was a bright smile mostly hidden by the camera. I listened to the speaker drone on for some time while we each used the maximum zoom to examine each other. Part of me hoped she saw the bulge in my pants that I was getting by visually undressing her and part of me hoped she didn't, afraid that if she did it might frighten her off. I was broken from my thoughts when she suddenly disappeared from my view. I zoomed back to find she had sat down and was quickly readjusting her monopod so her camera was again at the right height. It only took her a moment and she was again zooming in on me, a huge smile again mostly hidden behind the camera. I saw her move the monopod so it was now standing between her legs, forcing her to spread her knees slightly. Not a very ladylike position, but definitely one that would give me more of a chance to see if she was indeed wearing something besides the white dress. I decided to sit down myself, allowing me to have a more stable platform for the extreme zoom I was preparing for. She seemed to know what I was looking for and teasingly spread her legs slightly before closing them around the monopod. She pushed the camera aside and smiled at me, gently stroking the exposed skin between her breasts seductively. Her white manicured nails traced a slow line down the edge of the material of her top, working inch by inch down between her tanned breasts. Her smile grew as her finger reached the junction of the material and started the return trip upwards, pulling the material slightly to the right, and exposing slightly more coppery skin as it went. The bulge in my pants got even larger as her finger traced up the side of the material, pulling ever so slightly to expose just a hint of the rounding of the side of her breast. She seemed to be taking delight in teasing me as her finger traced back down, allowing the material to pull even more, this time leaving no doubt about the roundness of her tanned breast. She continued the trip down her front as the speaker completed his monolog and the audience clapped in appreciation. With a definitely wicked grin, she again slid her finger up, pulling the material way even more. Anyone could have seen but she seemed determined to tease me beyond endurance. Her finger traced up, pulling the material until I could see most of the side of her breast, a tiny sliver of brown areola exposing as I snapped shot after shot of her exquisite body being exposed to me. I wondered if she dared to pull the material any farther, and decided not when she removed her hand from the view. I zoomed out to see what she was doing and saw her lean over to dig in her bag. She came back up a moment later with a pink cloth in her hand, and began wiping the sweat from her neck. She smiled and looked directly at me, clearly inviting me to once again watch her movements. I zoomed in closer, framing only her face and neck as she wiped the sweat from her neck, then followed the bare skin down and around to mop a trickle of sweat running down between her breasts. When her hand reached the junction of material it slid inside her top, her hand clearly running up and over her breast with the cloth. She pulled the cloth out and wiped down between her breasts again until she was again at the limit of the material. She leaned her camera against her body and slipped her fingers into the halter top and pulled it away to slide her hand up and over her breast, momentarily leaving it exposed to anyone who might happen to be watching. I was so mesmerized that I nearly forgot to continue to snap pictures, remembering that later I could go back and take a good look. She smiled at me once more as they started to finally call names and walk across the stage. Our brief interlude appeared to be over as she refocused her attention on the graduates. It seemed to take forever as the kids filed across the stage to collect their diplomas. My daughter was early in the group, having a C last name, allowing me to shift my attention back to the lady in white. I watched as she concentrated on the graduates, periodically taking shots of various people going across. I watched as she sat on the bleacher, the monopod pressing against her skirt as she worked the angles with the camera. I was focused on her skirt, willing it to inch slightly higher, a significant portion of her tanned thigh now exposed. I hoped to see what, if anything else she had on under, now that I knew she didn't have a bra on at all. I continued to watch her skirt inch up and then slide back down. The display was tantalizing to anyone looking directly at her, but for the most part anyone looking that way would be too far to see details and anyone close would have their back to her. She scooted forward slightly to get a better angle on a graduate, her skirt pushed up her legs even higher as the monopod pulled it. Her legs were nearly together, preventing anyone from seeing up her skirt, darn it! I continued to watch, hoping for a look, a glimpse, anything that will confirm my hope that she was naked beneath the dress. Finally it happened. The monopod slipped on the wood and she moved quickly to reset it. As she did her legs came apart and her skirt was pushed even higher. I quickly snapped a few frames, waiting for her legs to close again. She held them for a moment, I could clearly see a white thong panty dark along the middle with moisture. My mind barely registered the view before her legs closed once more. I pulled my zoom back and saw her looking at me with a grin, well aware of what she had apparently intentionally shown me. She blew me a small kiss as she went back to concentrating on the graduates filing across the stage. Finally the last student walked across. My voyeuristic interlude was quickly coming to a close. I zoomed out for a few more pictures as she packed her camera gear. She straightened up, pulling something from the bag. I zoomed in on her hands as she sketched something on a white pad and then rolled it over for me to see. I zoomed in and snapped a few frames before she turned it and pushed it down into the bag once again. I hoped when I loaded it to my laptop that I would be able to read what she had written. The fanfare over, she stood and blew me a kiss before walking down the steps of the bleacher and out of sight. I collected my daughter and congratulated her, as well as her many friends she wanted pictures with, but once that was done I could hardly wait to get home and load the pictures. My daughter was quickly gone to the overnight project grad celebration, so I was going to have the house to myself for the night. I popped the memory card into my computer and quickly flipped down the directories to the last one and searched the photos for the one I was looking for, the final one I took of her holding up the paper. I digitally zoomed in and quickly saw that it was a drawing of some kind, realizing it was a map, I printed the portion of the picture and then went to google earth and matched up the roads. The road map portion of what she had drawn led to a small wilderness area south of town. I had been there a few times, and knew that it was lightly used, mostly for hunting during Turkey season, which was past, and as an archery range in the fall right before archery deer season started. The satellite view more or less matched up to the sketch she had made showing me where the trail crossed a stream at a bridge. This was apparently where she wanted me to meet her. The rest of the note was self explanatory; "10:00 am- long lens". I didn't have to worry about working tomorrow, being a weekend, so I made my plans to show up with my gear the following morning . ****** Ten o'clock the next morning found me approaching the bridge of the wildlife area, my customary pack of camera equipment and other field gear on my back. The temp was quite warm and I was already starting to perspire from the climb up the winding path on the hill. As I approached the bridge I didn't see the lady in white, which was not a surprise. Instead I found a short note. "Set up 30 yards left... look north." That seemed pretty direct, I though as I walked thirty yards to the left of the bridge, edging well into the woods and underbrush, and then looked north. Unfortunately there was little to see but trees where I was standing. I moved a farther and sure enough, a few feet farther to the left and I was looking down a narrow gap between the trees. The small corridor extended at least fifty yards, looking across the creek and a small dip and then to the top of the next little rise. I had walked by this place a number of times and didn't know this little ten yard wide corridor existed. I was pretty sure it was a shooting lane someone had cut for deer season. I quickly dug out my tripod and my eleven hundred millimeter lens, really giving me some reach out and touch someone power. I had a hunch that was what I was expected to do. I got out my little tripod seat and sat down, focusing my camera down the tree gap. I was barely seated and settled when she came walking out of the trees on the far hilltop. She acted as if she had no idea I was there at all, but I was quite sure from the timing that she was well aware of my presence. I accepted my role as a voyeur for the moment and settled behind my camera to watch and photograph. She stood sideways to me, giving me a profile view as she bent over and set a camp chair down, returning to the woods after it was set. I zoomed in on her as she returned, her camera bag and tripod in her hands. She was wearing a denim sleeveless shirt with small white lace around the arm holes, and a very very short denim micro skirt. As she bent over to set the tripod, I was able to zoom in enough to clearly see the roundness of her firm ass peeking out below the tiny skirt. She stood back up and turned to face me while she set her camera and lens on the tripod. I could clearly see her top now, a denim shirt with white lace down the button fly, which had the top couple buttons undone, and tied in a knot below her breasts, leaving a wide expanse of bronzed skin showing above the micro skirt, which rode so low I swore I was almost looking at the top of her mound. She stood up and looked around at the trees, the sky, pretty much everything except me, allowing me to examine her in detail. I had yet to see a single tan line on her from her hiking boots to the bottom of the micro skirt or above. She linked her hands and stretched them high in the air, stretching the material of her top tight to her now obviously large tits, and also pulling the micro skirt up even higher. I zoomed in and could clearly see a white lace thong panty mostly covering her pussy lips. Little wisps of blond hair snuck out of the lace material, making the view even more tantalizing. I zoomed back as soon as she eased her stretch and watched as she slowly began unbuttoning the tiny blue buttons one at a time. She worked her way down her front, slipping each button gently out of the denim before she reached the knot above her smooth tanned belly. Her fingers slowly untied the knot of her top, allowing the now loose material to hang on its own. Looking at the trees and ground and bushes around her, she grasped the hanging hem of the shirt and slowly pulled the material apart slightly, leaving an exposed expanse of skin from her neck to the top of her tiny skirt. She began swaying to some tune only she could hear, pulling on the shirt tail, first one way and then the other, each time showing a different amount of one or the other of her breasts, but not all of either. I watched through my lens, mesmerized as she swayed to and fro, each time showing me more and more of her breasts. I was more than ready to see all of her bare breasts as she shrugged the shirt off her shoulders, but to my disappointment, she pulled the tails tight across her body, pulling the material tight to her tits, her hard nipples poking prominently through the light blue denim. She made several twirls, each time ending up facing me, and each time the material pulled across her tits was lower, each time approaching her erect nipples. Her last twirl stopped with her back to me. She looked over her shoulder at me and then dropped her arms, allowing the material to slip off her shoulders and land on the ground. She stepped back and bent slowly over to pick it up, her ass bare except for the tiny string of the thong. I snapped away as I zoomed in on her lace clad pussy, her lips just barely showing through the material and her breasts hanging, framed by the V of her legs. The view lasted several moments as she held her position to give me plenty of time to both look and shoot before she stood back up, tossing the shirt over the chair back and then turning to face me. She looked directly at me, standing with her arms across her chest, each hand covering the nipple of one of her large tits. She smiled sensuously and then slid her hands down her front, exposing her tits fully to me for the first time. I snapped away as she slowly turned from side to side, modeling her body for me, her hands on her hips and her D sized tits standing firm with a slight teardrop shape in profile so that her hard nipple was pointed slightly upward in the center of a two inch diameter dark brown areola. Her tits were tanned with no hint of any lines, meaning she probably tanned nude either in a bed, or, I hoped, outside. Having decided that it was time to move on, she moved her hands from her hips to her stomach and began to stroke back and forth across her smooth belly. One hand worked lower, toward the top of her tiny skirt, while the other worked higher, eventually stroking and teasing her large tits. I followed her actions with my lens, having trouble deciding which hand to follow. Eventually I panned back enough to watch both hands at once as she worked her fingers under the edge of the material of her skirt. I watched in anticipation as she stroked back and forth a few times while her other hand gently traced circles around her hard nipples. She finally flipped the snap of her skirt with the fingers of her one hand while her fingers continued to trace around her large tits. Her fingers now worked the zipper down slowly, confident I was following the progress of her fingers. The zipper made its way down, exposing a growing triangle of bare skin as she pulled the small tab down. Her fingers finished pulling the tab all the way down the front, pausing with just a slight amount of material still held by the brass teeth. I was almost caught off guard as the material fell completely away, the zipper having disengaged completely. She tossed the material aside as I zoomed in tighter on her mound and pussy, covered now with only a tiny lace thong. She had a neatly trimmed bush, that arrowed down to the top of her lips inside the lace, which was held in place by ties on her hips. I pulled back slightly, not wanting to lose the view, but also to see what her hands were now doing. Both of her hands had moved to the tiny strings on her hips and were slowly pulling them, undoing the tiny bows that held the small patch of lacy to her body. I watched in lust as she pulled the small bows out, and then kept pulling. The material slowly disappeared between her legs as her hands pulled the small strings out behind her. Suddenly there was nothing left between us. I zoomed in on her pussy as she spread her legs, allowing me to see her in full view. She stood still allowing me plenty of time to snap all the pictures of her that I wanted, before she turned away from me and bent over once again. She stepped her legs apart and bent until her tits were clearly visible between her legs. I had a hard time deciding where to focus, both her tits and pussy were so attractive and inviting. She held her position for several long seconds before standing slowly up again and turning to face me. She sat in the chair and reached into her bag, pulling out her white pad. She drew on the pad as she sat with her legs spread wide for me to see and then held up the sign where she was sure I would see it, in front of her pussy. Photographic Interlude "Your turn." It said simply. Well, that was plain enough. I had watched her to an incredible strip tease in the woods and now she wanted a return show. How could I refuse? I stood up and slowly pulled the tail of my shirt out of my shorts, working the material out until it fell free. I grasped the bottom and slowly pulled it up, exposing my abs and then my chest as I worked the T-shirt up over my head. I'm not much on doing a strip tease, but I tried to give her what she wanted. Even from this distance I could tell she was working her camera with both hands at times, and at others, she had one hand on the camera and the other between her still spread legs. I tried to think of a gentle song and rocked my hips to the tune in my head as I undid the belt of my shorts, slowly pulling it out of the loops and then tossing it aside where I had tossed my shirt. I undid the snap of my shorts and slowly pulled the two corners of material , causing my shorts to gap farther apart until my white briefs were visible. I wiggled my hips while I pushed my shorts down, working the material over the huge bulge my hard dick was making. I allowed them to slide down my legs and then stepped out of them, kicking them aside so I was clad in only my bulging briefs and hiking boots. It was the moment of truth... I slipped my fingers in the waistband of my briefs and slowly pushed them down, allowing my hard dick to suddenly bounce out and waggle around unrestrained. I bent over and pushed my briefs off over my boots and then stood up so she could see me. I turned side to side slowly, allowing her to take what pictures she wanted before I turned a quarter of the way back and grasped my dick in my hand. I slowly slid my hand up and down my shaft a few times, driving it even harder. After allowing her to see it a few more seconds I sat down on my little stool to look at her. I saw her sitting and writing madly on the pad as I zoomed in on her beautiful form. Finally she turned the pad over and allowed me to read it. "I want to see you cum. You can watch me too. Let's do it together." I looked through the camera at her and she was grinning widely at me, clearly inviting me to agree. In response I moved my chair slightly so I could see through my camera while she could see me. I adjusted my zoom so I had all of her in sight and then began to slowly stroke my dick while I watched her. She blew me a kiss at seeing me stroking my dick , and began to gently rub her pussy as she moved her face behind her own camera. Through the zoom I could clearly see the moisture glistening in the morning sun as she worked her fingers slowly in and out of her pussy in time with my strokes. As turned on as I was from watching her tease I knew I wasn't going to last long, and watching her slowly fuck herself with her fingers was quickly pushing me farther down the road to release. I watched her right hand move from the camera to her tits, slowly squeezing and twisting one of her nipples, occasionally pulling and stretching it. I watched her chest start to rise and fall more rapidly as her climax approached. She slowly slipped her fingers from her pussy and drug then wetly across her clit before working her fingers in a circle, allowing me to see her fully open pussy. I so wanted to be in front of her at that moment, driving my dick into her juicy hole, and the though sent me over the top, my dick shooting a long string of cum into the air. I struggled to keep focus through the camera as my body jerked with each new shot of cum that lanced out through the air, landing in the grass in front of me. Finally my body stopped jerking enough to focus on her once more, her body shaking and jerking in the viewfinder as her own climax peaked. I sat panting for breath as I watched her lean back and stroke her clit softly as her orgasm wound down, her chest rising and falling deeply. I zoomed in a bit more and sat a small trickle of sweat roll down between her lovely tits, eventually rolling down her stomach and mingling with the juices from her pussy as she gently stroked her hand around her mound and stomach. I leaned back and wondered where this was going and what was next. I really wanted to know more about who this woman was, but it was clear to me she was controlling the situation, which was not at all what I was used to. But then I hadn't been doing much good on the dating scene, so maybe I wasn't controlling things the right way. I guess I would just wait for her to make the next move. I didn't have long to wait. As soon as her body had sufficiently recovered, she stood up and packed her camera in the bag and folded her camp chair. Her clothes were stuffed into her bag, clearly she was not going to wear them to wherever she came from. I watched her reach into her bag and pull the white pad out once again. After scribbling on the pad a moment, she held it up for me. "Tomorrow STSP close-up only!" I read the sign through my viewfinder and then waved in response. I could see her smile and blow me a kiss before she picked her stuff up and walked off into the woods, still butt naked. I sat there for some time, thinking about how she looked, my dick once again getting hard as I sat and played with it and thought about her body. From the sound of it I would get to see it much closer the next day. Finally I got up and packed my gear. I thought briefly about walking naked to the truck, still quite turned on, but decided it might not be a good idea. I pulled my shorts on and stuffed my underwear and shirt in the pack and then headed back to the trail. ****** The next morning found me once again hiking up the trail, only this time I carried only my day pack with one camera and a standard 28 to 70 lens for doing close-up work. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I was going to follow her lead no matter what it was. I really wanted to screw this gorgeous woman and I really wanted to know more about her. I walked to the clearing in the woods and looked around. I didn't see any sign of her so I took a few steps and sat down next to the creek with my back to a tree. I had traveled light, wearing only shorts and a t-shirt, and not bothered with a chair or anything. I listened to the sounds of the woods and the babbling of the small stream, which appeared to be about two feet deep and about six feet wide. I was just sitting quietly by the stream, enjoying nature when she stepped from the woods. I quickly got to my feet. "Hi." I said as she drew closer. She simply held her finger to her lips to silence me. She was wearing a pink tank top and a pair of tiny blue shorts that were incredibly small. She stopped at the edge of the creek and looked at me as I looked at her. She slowly smiled and set down a small shoulder bag before sitting down. She untied her short hiking boots and tossed them aside, along with the low pink socks she was wearing. She looked up at me as she stood and grasped the bottom of her shirt. In one quick motion she pulled the shirt off, exposing her bare chest to me. She tossed it onto the boots and then, her smile never leaving her face or her gaze leaving mine, she skimmed off her shorts, leaving her completely naked. Seeing her up close was much different than through a lens. I could see the individual creases in her skin and the puckering of her dark areola as her nipples grew harder. Her skin was beautifully tanned without a single line that I could see. She stood still and allowed me to look her over from toe to her smiling eyes, which saw nothing but approval. She turned her back on me and bent over, her feet about two feet apart, so her pussy stuck out at me, while she dug in the small bag she had carried. Straightening back up she turned to face me and stood with a frown on her face and a hand on her hip. She was clearly expecting me to do something I hadn't, the question was what? It only took me a second to realize she wanted to see me naked as well. I quickly pulled my t-shirt off, her smile returning to her face as I stripped off my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my boots. My dick stuck out at her at an angle, which was increasing by the second as it grew harder and longer. She stepped down into the stream, and swished a puffy gauze sponge in the water to wet it. She squeezed a liberal amount of soap from a pink bottle onto it and then snapped the bottle closed, tossing it on the shore. She looked up at me expectantly as she squished the ball of soap and material into a dripping foamy blob. I stepped down into the stream the water warmer than I had expected, and waded into the middle to meet her. Using her cupped hand she lifted water and poured it over me, wetting my chest and arms. Then she handed me the sponge before stepping back. She lowered herself into the water until she was squatting in the shallow water and then splashed herself wet. She stood back up and moved to me, reaching for my hand with hers. She pulled my hand, with the soapy sponge to her, and the released it. I quickly went to work soaping her body with the sponge and rubbing the slippery soap around with my other hand. I stroked and rubbed my way gently and softly down her body and across her marvelous tits. I soaped under them and used my free hand to gently lift them the small amount that they would move, gently squeezing them and using my thumb to stroke the nipples at the same time. Having soaped that part I worked my way down her smooth belly to her mound, using my fingers to play with her curly blond hair. She stepped her feet wider, allowing my fingers to trace down between her legs, soaping her wet lips. I stroked them gently for several seconds before she put her arms around my neck and lifted one leg from the stream, hooking it on my waist to help hold her up. I got the idea and soaped her leg, sliding my hands gently up and down her smooth leg. I eased my hand up her thigh and stroked around her now spread pussy, sliding my finger down farther until it stroked across her puckered rose. She gasped at my touch, the first sound I had heard her make, and then groaned gently as I stroked up between her lips and across her clit. She only allowed me to stroke her this way three times before she put her leg down and pulled my hand from between her legs, the attention apparently more than she was ready for yet. She opened her eyes and looked at me lustily as she took the sponge from me and spread soap around my chest, working her hands back and forth down my body until she was gently soaping around my raging hardon. She slicked my dick with soap and stroked it gently several times before she stepped closer to me. She pushed my dick down, lifting one leg slightly and stepping across it so it was trapped between her legs. With our heights being so close to the same, it was a perfect fit as she pulled me to her, her hard nipples pressing into my chest. She gently soaped my back, her arms wrapped around me, and then pulled her chest far enough from me to hand me the sponge. She pressed back against me, her tits pressing once again into my chest. I stroked her back and firm ass with both hands to soap her while she gently stroked my back and ass in time with the little movements she was making with her hips. She gently humped her clit up and down the top of my dick causing her firm tits and hard nipples to slide around in the slick soap trapped between us. We stood like that for some time, each of us enjoying the sensations of her actions as she moaned quietly in my ear. I could feel the head of my dick gently sliding between her lips with each stroke and desperately wanted to be buried fully inside her. I started to rock my hips slightly at the end of each of her strokes, trying to get my dick to engage inside her. She felt my actions and was soon arching her back to help the angle. We continued this dance for a number of strokes before my dick suddenly found the magic spot and slid deep inside her on the next stroke. She cried "OHMYGOD" loudly as she slid down my shaft, grinding her clit into the base of my dick. The actions she was making would no longer work the way they had, so I tossed the sponge to the shore and reached under her, lifting her in the air. She quickly wrapped both legs around my waist and wiggled her ass to grind her clit into my dick again. I felt her squeak and moan as I began to bounce her up and down my shaft, each time driving her clit into the base of my dick. It only took a few strokes before she squealed into the woods that she was cuming. I felt her body tense around me and her pussy squeeze and milk me as her climax caused her body to tremble. She leaned back, using her arms around my neck to hold herself up as I stroked up into her, my pace driven by desire and lust. I watched her face screw up in pleasure and her tits bounce in time with my strokes as I pushed my own impending orgasm closer to fruition. Our bodies slapped noisily as I bounced her against me, each stroke driving my rod deep into her and her clit into my body. My first shot of cum pushed deep into her as my dick drove into her as far as it would go. I grunted loudly as I held her tight onto my jerking dick, each jerk emptying another squirt of hot juice deep inside her pussy. I held her like that for nearly a minute before my body decided it was no longer producing enough adrenalin to keep the position. I lowered us into the warm stream and sat on the bottom, the water flowing around us nearly up to her tits. She looked at me with a gentle smile and slowly wiped the remaining soap from my body as my dick shrunk inside me. She leaned her face down to mine and kissed me gently and wetly, taking her time. We sat and kissed in the water for what seemed like half an hour before she pulled away and climbed from my dick. She stood in the water, her pussy above the level of the flowing stream and washed the juices leaking from her off her pussy. Finally she turned and walked out of the water without another word, stopping on the shore to bend down and slip on her boots and collect her things. I wasn't sure what to expect, but watching her disappear into the woods was defiantly NOT what I had planned, but that was what was happening. I quickly got up and grabbed my gear and waded across the stream again. I jogged to the path in the woods where she had disappeared and followed down the path. I wasn't at all sure where this was going to lead, but if she took it I was following! The trail wound down and around a long hill, finally dropping into the valley that the stream emptied into. I hadn't seen her since I started down the trail, but I was pretty sure she had to still be ahead of me some place. I came to a fork in the trail and was at a loss to tell which way she had gone. I started down one, and then backtracked, looking for any sign of her passing. About fifty feet down the other branch I found her blue micro shorts hanging on a tree. I smiled to myself and grabbed the shorts and continued on. The trail wound up the other side of the bottom and I worked my way quickly up the hill. By the time I was at the top I was sweaty and panting for breath, but determined to catch up to her, I pushed on, looking for any indication of her. I rounded the next bend in the trail and once again came to a fork. I hadn't ever been on these trails, so once again I started down one path looking for an indication of her. This time I had chosen correctly and found her shirt hanging on a branch. I grabbed the shirt and ran off down the path, intent on catching her. It seemed like I had gone for miles, but was sure it was much less than that, when I broke out into a clearing. It was a large grassy yard behind a large house. On the deck of the house was the lady in white laying on a lounge chair naked, clearly hoping and waiting for me. I stepped onto the deck and walked over to where she lay, one leg hanging over each side of the chair. I knelt down at the end of the chair and gently kissed up her thigh, aiming for her wet pussy. Her chest still heaved slightly from the run she had made and sweat dripped off her body in the sun. I kissed closer to her wet pussy and gently licked up her lips, finding her clit with the tip of my tongue. She tasted both sweet and salty as her sweat mingled with her pussy juices. I looked up her body at her grinning face as I drove my tongue into her pussy, reaching for one of her firm tits, the morning sun beating down on us. I had little doubt that this was where she got that fantastic tan, as I squeezed and teased her nipples while my tongue attached her hard clit. "YES!" she cried as she arched her back to drive her clit closer to my teasing tongue. Clearly this was what she wanted, lifting her legs high in the air and spreading them to give me even better access. I moved a finger to her pussy and slid it deep into her, curling it to find her G spot while my tongue attached her clit. I was surprised at how quickly she climaxed, the three pronged attack quickly driving her already primed body over the top. As her body trembled I pulled my finger from her pussy and slid up the chair, replacing it with my again hard dick. I grunted loudly as I drove my dick into her, our bodies slapping loudly in the morning sun as my sweat dripped into her. She could have cared less as he hooked her feet on my ass, pulling me deeper into her with each stroke, her hands working my chest as the sensations of my dick driving into her held her climax nearly at its peak for several long minutes. My body jerked as my dick began to unload into her, huge squirts of cum gushing into her hot pussy as she pulled me deep into her. I lowered myself down to her and she held me close while I panted to catch my breath. "God that was fun!" she whispered. "I am sooooo glad we met in that woods and got married." "Happy first anniversary." I whispered back, kissing her neck gently.