Danny obsesses over a dress strap

Caroline sat up, and crossed her legs underneath her. The skirt part of her dress covered her thighs, and she instinctively put her hands in the hollow space within her legs, which kept her modesty intact. Her bare feet shifted in the grass, her toes wiggling. As she sat up, one of the straps of her dress had slid off her shoulder, but she either didn't notice or didn't care. She looked up at Danny and smiled. He clicked a few more pictures.

"Your dress," he said. Caroline looked at him, unsure what he meant. "Your dress," he said again. Caroline looked down at herself. She stretched her legs out forward, which lifted the material of her skirt slightly. Danny shook his head. Do I go adjust the strap myself? He started toward her, then realized he could just say, "The strap. It's fallen."

Caroline looked at her shoulder where the strap had slipped. She smiled. She looked back at Danny -- that was a good picture. She reached up with one hand, took the strap, and slowly brought it back to place. As she lifted the strap, she turned back to Danny and in that moment, chose to bite her lip. The entire day had been simple, conservative, and without innuendo -- but this singular moment told an entirely different story.

Everything went into slow motion. Danny wasn't sure how many pictures he was capturing of this moment, but in his mind, it was thousands. As with the simplicity of the shoes, the simple fallen strap meant nothing, but could have implied a weakening of the barrier between them, an invitation to intimacy.

This was so much more engaging a story than the kind of dumb sexual fantasy he had imagined earlier. This was a real moment in real time. Her fingers touched the dress. Her teeth bit her lip. Her eyes looked at his.

He knew he had a photo of it, but his mind was awash with Caroline, biting her lip, pulling her dress strap. This moment of utter confidence, beauty, and strength was immensely sensual. In a single photo, was the strap on its way up or down? Was the lip at the pinnacle of an inhalation, or part of a release? Was the model looking at the camera or at the voyeur?