Way Better

With a playful energy flickering in her eyes Winona looks at me for a few seconds before holding her arms out wide. “I’m all yours, little Miss Mister.”

“Pff.” I giggle. “I’ve never worked w-with a human model before. Okay, over there.” I direct her back toward the cleft in the cliff where we’d just come up from. With the amber rays of the sun low and coming in from behind me the lighting couldn’t have been more ideal. We were entering the ‘golden hour’ that we photography nerds wished could last all day long. A warmer and more flattering light I’d never seen. “Take the backpack.” I say. “Then pretend to be c-coming through the pass for the first time. Like you’re an explorer.”

“Or an adventurer.”

“Or a Tomb R-Raider!” I titter as the resemblance strikes me. With long dark hair back in a braid, back pack, shorts, white tank top and a lean fit figure Winona was cosplaying better today by accident than she had last night on purpose. What she lacked in pistols at her hips she made up for with a cannon in her crotch. “You look just like her! He he he!”

“But better.” She winks.

“Wayyyy better.”

Click, click, click.

Being a roleplayer Winona really gets into the spirit of the shoot with heroic action poses and intrepid looks into the distance. As I snap away I too begin to lose myself, not into a role but into the aether. I was so engrossed in the art and aesthetic Avery and camera dissolve then become a single disembodied ‘eye’ fervently capturing the magic of each moment.

“Okay.” I say. “Take off the b-backpack.”

Spinning away from me Winona peers back at me over her shoulder with a sultry gaze as she removes the pack like some exotic dancer. It was hotter than what I had in mind but I flow with it.

Click, click, click.

I kneel and move and crouch and move while also telling Winona what I was after. So caught up in the moment was I that a couple of times she had to warn me not to get to close to the precipitous drop behind me. Low angles, side angles, Dutch angles, all in a variety of poses with either the glowing cliff as a backdrop or the cleft as a frame I capture my beloved in all her golden glory. So beautiful! But I wanted more.

Click, click, click.

We switch positions so that she was now backlit by the sun with the stunning evening sky as a background or the gleaming islands and ocean sprawling out behind her.

“Beautiful.” I whisper. “S-So beautiful.” She flashes a smile at my passion. Click. I capture that too. “W-Winona?”

“Mm?”

“Ummm…w-what if I asked you to t-take off your shirt?”

Her smile grows. “It’s say it’s about time.”

“He he he.” My finger ready I say softly. “Slow. Sensual. M-Make the camera fall in love with you.”

While not as natural as her roleplay Winona fully embraces the ‘boudoir’ phase of the shoot. With a feline grace she moves and begins to pull her tank top up her firm abs before pulling it back down again and giving the viewer a ‘tsk, tsk’ shake of her finger. She spins around and goes again. Like a dancer her body weaves back and forth and her shoulders roll.

Click, click, click.

“That’s it. F-Feel it.” I say. “You are m-magnificent. You are gorgeous! You are a goddess!”

Any other time she might have had a witty comeback but right now she absorbs the flattery as the truth that it was. After the shirt comes the bra, boldly and without hesitation. To see her out here so confident in her body, a body that she felt she had to hide from the world, makes me love her even more. I get some shots of her with an arm across her bare breasts and then her hands doing the same but with each click we got more and more daring.

Her shorts come next, her hips rocking left and right as she pulls them down bit by bit. Her long lines, her sexy curves, her perfect contours and proportions, everything about her was sublime. Once the panties were off she was at her most natural here in nature’s wonder and the effect left me breathless. A shot I get of her nude silhouette as a shadow against the saffron heavens was art by any definition. Her lithe, hourglass figure would have made professional models blanch in jealousy and the dark shape of her balls and long cock hanging between her shapely legs puts her in class of her own.

Click, click, click.

“Back here.” I motion for her to return to the cliff face. On bare feet she pads back into the full light. “Hands on the stone.”

Placing her hands on the cliff as she we were about to be frisked she peers back at me, her smoldering eyes peeking just above her shoulder to sear me with their fiery lust. I continue taking shot after shot knowing that these ones were for our private collection. Her tan flesh, her gorgeous tattoos painted over her smooth skin, her stunning figure, none of it had ever looked better. I get her flex. I get her to pose. I get some great shots of her long braid cascading down her back then, after having her comb it out, I get a front shot with strands of her loose raven locks hanging to cover her breasts.

Click, click, click.

At last I turn to full nudes with an artistic eye. In poses to accentuate her grace and power I capture the majestic lady that dwelled within the mechanic. Back in the world of internet and self-righteous opinions and captured imagination Winona’s body could be an object of derision or fear or fetishization but out here, naked against the ocean breeze, she belonged as much as me or Grandpa or that silly looking puffin as just another miraculous example of nature’s diverse glory.

“I’ve got what I want.” I say with a wave. “It’s your sh-shoot now.”

“Mine?”

“Mm hm.”

“Heh, alright then.”

Oh my goodness! Where I’d been striving for the tasteful Winona pulled us right down off of that high pedestal and into the gutter. With a raunchy grin she grabs her cock and starts swinging it in a circle!

“Ha ha ha ha! Yes!” I cheer.

Click, click, click, click.

All riled up Winona pinches her tits, bends over to show off her pussy, leans back against the cliff to play with her balls and stroke her cock, and just generally turns our session into a porn shoot. I LOVED IT! I knew her well enough to know that she could never be a cam-girl or even dabble in the adult industry but this was for me and for us. For us she could have some fun with it and be as lewd as she liked. Added to this erotic performance, her eyes are alight with exhibitionist excitement. With the risk of doing this in the open and getting it caught on camera I saw the same thrill dancing in her eyes as that day we snuck in the washroom for some head. Allowing her to shine my focus was on making her look as good as I could. With Winona that was not difficult.

Click, click, click.

She plays with her pussy, her petals now glistening with nectar, she spreads her ass to let the sun kiss her anus, and she gets herself hard in the process.

“Here.” She points in front of her. “Down low. On your knees.”

Hurrying forward I kneel down where she indicated. With an angle that made her appear as the towering goddess that she was I get some smoking hot shots of her fierce face and her rock hard cock looming close. She steps closer and bares her teeth in a savage hiss. Her left hand grabs at her tit as her fat head of her cock rises in the foreground to block out all but her fiery gaze. What an angle! With a rapid-fire shutter I capture the size and hardness and veiny shaft of Winona’s magnificent penis.

“So sexy! So hot! So n-naughty! Yes!”

Click, click, click.

So lost was I in my photographic fervor I miss the obvious signals that my lover was sending.

Click, click.

“Baby girl.”

“Mm?” Click.

Her mighty, massive cock flexes hard to fill the frame. “Put down the damn camera.”