They start by the fountain

Caroline looked around. "Do you want to start here by the fountain?"

Danny nodded. "Well begin here, then move over to the grass there," he gestured to his right, "and then if you'd like, we can work in and around the trees."

Caroline began to walk around the fountain. It was round with a stone ledge on the outer rim, the whole thing probably about 30 feet in diameter. There was room to sit or stand on the rim. The fountain itself was a series of spouts which shot water mostly up, some at slight angles. Nothing ever splashed beyond the pool contained by the stone rim.

As Caroline circled the fountain, Danny first followed and took some shots from behind. Caroline's long legs were made longer by her wedges, and she sashayed her hips side to side as she walked. Danny appreciated the way the curve of her bottom held the thin material of the dress. He couldn't tell that she wasn't wearing any panties, but her natural figure was more than evident through the dress.

He turned and went in the other direction in order to catch Caroline on the opposite side and take photos from the front. She hadn't realized he was no longer following her, so when she saw him appear in front of her, she let out a little giggle and smiled. She flicked hair from her face, and tilted her head to one side. She paused, crossed her legs, and let one hand rest on the stone rim, leaning sideways toward the fountain.

"Good. Show me some more looks right here."

Caroline offered several more poses, and then said, "should I stand up here? Is that okay?"

Danny nodded. The rim was tall. Many people might need a step to get up there, but Caroline was young, athletic, and tall, so Danny figured she'd have no trouble. He was looking at his camera when he heard her lightly clear her throat. He looked up, and she was staring at him.

"Sorry, Danny, but -- can you help me?" She held out her hand to him. He took her hand, instantly realizing that other than a brief handshake when they first arrived, this was the only moment they had made physical contact. He supported her as she lifted her right leg up to the stone rim. Danny's impulse was to help her further by supporting her leg on it's way up. He looked at her leg, and in doing so, saw her dress bunch up over the crook of her hip, and there was nothing in between him and her lack of underwear.

Danny's fantasy took over. What do you see there, Danny? Are you looking at something? You could help boost me up if you just placed a hand on my leg ... no, higher, closer to my ass, that would help. If you place your hand in just the right spot, your fingers could probably graze the edges of my pussy. You could push me up here, and press your fingers into my pussy, just lightly, casually, accidentally of course, and then we'd continue our work. Is that what you want, Danny?

Danny snapped back to reality, and made the split second decision _not _to touch her leg. Caroline took a moment to gather her strength and hoist herself up, and in that moment, Danny dared not move, lest he draw attention to all the attention she was getting.

She managed to pull herself up, and let go of Danny's hand. She looked down at him. She was about three feet up off the ground now, and as Danny now knew exactly what was (or wasn't) underneath her dress, he needed to make a more determined effort to keep his angle clear and not take inappropriate advantage of her.

A gust of wind swept through, and caught the bottom of Caroline's dress. She stopped it from billowing up too far, but Danny's imagination was alive with possibility. He couldn't help but think, what if that wind was stronger? What if it came up from the bottom? He pictured the moments earlier when he was behind her, and he found himself taken by the curve of her hips and ass under the dress. Now he replayed those moments knowing that she was naked under the dress.

He took a deep breath and composed himself. "Let's just walk around the rim, and I'll take a few from the ground here."

Caroline smiled. "Don't get too close. Nothing too racy." She smiled in an ambiguous way that might have meant nothing too racy, but could just as easily have meant please take racy pictures of me.

Danny went back to his equipment, and pulled over a light and a camera on a tripod. He turned the handle on the tripod, extending the camera upward. He had a display connected to it, so he could see the camera's viewfinder even though he stood on the ground below. This way, he was able to take pictures of Caroline on the fountain's rim at a higher angle without having to actually stand at a higher position.

Caroline did several more poses and positions on the fountain's edge. She stood, turned, sat, lay back, sat up again, and finally jumped off the rim and walked back toward Danny.