They move to the grass

"Great shots, Caroline. This is going really well."

She smiled. "Excellent. I can't wait to see them." She looked around. "What's next?"

"Let's move over here to the grass. Standing first." Danny gestured for Caroline to step forward into the field. He had set up his cameras to capture shots from a bit of a distance, and he also carried a handheld camera. He was able to catch multiple angles at once.

Caroline said, "No shoes now, right?" Danny smiled. She was sharing the control of that intimate boundary. She didn't mean anything sexual by it, but Danny enjoyed perceiving the question as one of intimacy, that Caroline was asking him, would you like me to share part of me that I don't always share?

Of course, Danny didn't say anything about it. He just said, "Right. No shoes."

Caroline sat on a small stool, and bent forward to unbuckle the straps of her shoes. As she bent forward, her dress billowed open a bit at the top, and for a split second, there was a brief view of her breasts inside the dress. Danny hadn't intended to ogle her, he just happened to be facing her the moment it happened. Naturally, he took the picture -- but with his mind, not his camera.

His mind continued to elaborate. What if she had looked up and seen him? Danny, are you looking into the top of my dress? Surely, Danny, you've seen enough women that a quick peek of me isn't anything you need. Or do you need it, Danny? You know we're both too professional for anything other than your fantasy, but what do you wish for, Danny? What if my dress straps fall? Look how it loosens the top of the dress and shows just a little bit more skin. The other strap is still up. I'd have to move it myself. Do you want me to move it myself? Like this? Oh, look -- if they both fall, there's nothing holding the dress up, Danny. You can see the tops of my breasts now. I have a bit of a soft tan line -- but it's not too defined, which probably means I sometimes sunbathe topless. Do you think I sunbathe topless, Danny? I do. You probably wonder whether it's at a public beach, or at my house, or with my boyfriend, or with my girlfriend. Oh, the dress is falling off more, Danny. You can almost see the edge of my nipples now.

Danny shook his head and turned away, shutting off the fantasy for the time being.

Once Caroline had unbuckled both shoes, she stood up and stepped out of them. As she pulled her feet from within the shoes, Danny saw that she had a well done pedicure, and it turned out, her toenails were deep red and matched the dress. Caroline bent over to smooth out her dress against her thighs, and once again, bent over in this position, Danny had to look away to avoid staring down her open top. He turned away just as she stood up, and if she noticed him looking, she didn't acknowledge it.

Caroline had experience as a model, but also had a natural response to the camera. She smiled, posed, turned, flipped her hair, arms here, arms there, laughing, dancing. Danny came in closer and sat down on the grass to get some pictures from a lower angle. The sky would be behind her, and when she leaned over him, her hair cascaded down.

"Get down the grass as well," he suggested. She got down to her knees, sat in the grass, tried a variety of seated and kneeling positions, rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself up with her hands. Danny stood above her; she was great and finding fresh angles to play. She rolled over onto her back, and lay in the grass, her arms and legs splayed outward as if she was making snow angels. Both were laughing and enjoying themselves immensely.