The garden.

"Ok, so for the next picture we're taking this to the garden." You say. Your heart fills with delight as you see Anne look at you with a broken attempt at being brave and positive.

"Ok, sure, the eh.. the garden, why not?" She says as she follows you to the back door. As you open it a cool breeze enters your home and Anne shivers.

The garden isn't that big, just another patch of grass in between two others. The fences are high enough but if you look between the planks sideways you can peek next door easily.

You step outside and look back at Anne. She really isn't that eager, but she's not about to back out of her word. She follows you through the door.

"Stay right there." You say. As she's clutching the doorway she freezes and looks at you nervously. Her right foot is already on the small strip of brigs that preampts the grass part of your garden. It's perfect. You take her picture and motion her to continue. She steps outside and follows you into the grass. She looks down at her feet and smiles at the ticklish sensation. You take a quick picture to capture the moment.

"Alright. Are you ready for this next part?" You ask.

"Everything comes off?" She bites her lip.

"100% discount." You say. "Do exactly what I say and go through the motions slowly, take a moment to pause on the steps."

"Alright." She says, but her voice is pitched far higher than you're use to. It's really something special, you can't really believe that she'll go through with this but you're not letting sympathy get in the way.

You have her standing in front of the bushes at the back. If either of your neighbour's is upstairs looking out of the window they'll have a full view of her.

"Stand right there. Perfect." You look at her as her wide smile reaches full blush saturation. "Undo your bra." You say. She unconsciously liks her lips as she brings her hands to her back. You take her picture as she fidgets for a moment, then laughs.

"My hands are so shaky!" She exclaims as you capture her wide eyes forever. Then, her bra eases up. She brings her hands to her breasts as she pulls both sides of her bra off her shoulders. You take another picture and she looks at you.

"Drop it." You say. She holds one hand over both breasts, then pulls her bra away. She looks at the ground beside her and drops her bra there. She cups both breasts as she stands these uneasily. It's perfect. You get down on one knee again to take her picture from a low angle. A few rays of light shine through the bushes to give her an angelic aura. She's perfect.

You get back up and smile at her warmly. She looks back at you and laughs.

"Can we move along?" She asks you.

"I can do this all day." You tease. "Next up: I want you too pull your hands away."

She moans. "Please don't make me do that!" She begs you. You capture her regret perfectly. After that you wait patiently for her to do what you asked. Her face tenses up as she struggles internally. Finally she breaks and lets go of her breasts. Her hands hang in the air uneasily as you take a picture of her C-cup pale breasts. Her nipples are hard, unbelievably hard. You zoom in on your phone to have them fill the image and you snap another picture. Anne puts her hands on her hips and you take another picture.

"That's great." You say. "Now put your hands on your back. She squirms a little before she does what you want. Her face meets the ground, she lifts one heel to poke the grass with the toes, she bites get lip again and forgets to hold her hands on her back as she pulls a hand through her blond hair. As she does so her breasts swing a bit sideways.

"Can you turn sideways?" You ask. She looks back up at you and the slight relief she had found in a moment of distraction evaporates. She stands sideways and crossed her arms. They curl up underneath her breasts and in turn push them up a bit. "Perfect, hold exactly like that." You say as you take another one for a picture. You move around her for a few different angles and finish behind her. Her butt, slim but incredibly well shaped, tenses up ever so slightly as you move in closer. There are goosebumps all over and the way her thong disappears into get butcheeks is just perfect.

"Don't move." You say, as an urge slowly overwhelms you. You hold your phone sideways with one hand and hover your thumb over the snap buttons. You hold her cheeks front and centre as you move your other hand towards her butt. The tips of your fingers caress her ass ever so gently. Anne lets out a shriek of surprise and jumps up a bit before remembering to hold still again. You fully cup get left cheek and take a picture. Then you press record and start gently caressing both cheeks. Finally, you follow her thong down the middle and glide through her gorge. As you come out in the downside you feel her thong again and hear Anne grasping for air. She moans timidly, but remembers not to move.

After a moment of striking her privates you pull back, press stop on your phone and stand back up. "Sorry, I got a little bit carried away. It wíll happen again."

She shivers and looks over her shoulder at you. She looks calmer now, a bit breathless, and where before she was really embarrassed, for the first time now you see how shy she can be without her daring bravado attitude. You take her picture, it's your favourite one yet because she's looking at you, showing you her vulnerability, instead of panicking about her own predicament.

"Anne..." you step in closer and stroke her cheek - the one on her face - before giving her a passionate kiss on her lips. She turns her body towards you as you place your hands on her hips. You kiss her again only this time she does the same. She moans again as her hands slip underneath your shirt and up your back. Her nails glide up and down as they sensually scratch you. Another gust of wind blows over the two of you and she pauses. You look her in the eyes. Looking back at you is a calm but excited smile full of warmth. She looks happy, you think. You're glad that she does. But there's a question growing on her face.

"Go ahead." You gift her.

"Can we get out of this cold wind?" She asks.