Pictures in the trees

Danny led Caroline toward the trees. He was right about the shadows. The sun was setting behind the trees, and the way light cascaded through created some beautiful shapes and light effects. They did a series of pictures with the sun behind Danny, and thus creating shafts of light that went across and through Caroline. Then they shifted angles, and put the sun behind her.

This was harder for Danny to photograph, since the glowing sun was in his shot, but he found positions and angles such that either the trees or Caroline herself blocked the direct sun.

Caroline did a number of poses next to a tree, holding it, leaning on it, resting her head on it, hanging off branches. After eight or ten minutes in this stretch of woods, the sun had reached a spot on the horizon where it shone through the trees and landed squarely behind Caroline's body. When she stood away from the tree, the sun hitting her from the back, it accomplished two things. One was that her face was in shadow, which created a distinct mystery about some of the pictures. The other was that as the sunlight shot through the thin material of her dress, it clearly defined the outlines of her body within it.

The shape of Caroline's legs was a dark silhouette inside the lower portion of the dress. Danny remembered (how could he forget?) that she didn't have any underwear on, and seeing the outline of her hips, her butt, her thighs, it sent fresh fantasies through his mind with every click of the camera.

Caroline turned profile and leaned back on the tree, bringing one leg up, knee bent. The sun hit her again, delineating the outline of her breasts in the top half of the dress. Most of what Danny saw was the material of the dress itself, but it didn't stop him imagining that a small bunch of cloth or a button was instead Caroline's firm nipple at the tip of her perfectly round breasts.

Caroline threw her arms over her head, crossed them, and let them fall on top of her hair. Danny saw all of this in slow motion again. Her arms rose up, pulling the sides of the dress with them, stretching against her rising breasts, which pressed forward into the material at the front of the dress. As her arms fell back down onto the top of her head, her breasts fell too, in parallel. There was a slight bounce, her arms landing on her head, and her breasts falling to their natural position on her chest, the soft flesh jiggling a little bit as her boobs settled into position. Caroline turned her head toward Danny, smiling in the sunshine, and in this moment, most certainly oblivious to the fantasy in his mind.