It was late summer, the rains had all but stopped, the sky was clear and blue, and the air was just pleasantly warm. The plantain trees that lined the walkway down to the river were shedding their leaves as if they knew the rains were done until next year.
On that day, you were my “student”, and I was teaching you photography. The riverside held many subjects, and today we were looking at the effect of aperture on depth of field. We were using my old Canon 50D camera, an old camera but still with a good-enough sensor and full manual control that is good for teaching purposes. I had my 50mm f1.4 lens on it, so it was good for illustrating depth-of-field effects.
Yesterday, we had gotten you past shooting on auto, and also thinking about composition. Today, I was also going to teach you about depth-of-field, and the effect of camera angle on composition.
“Let’s practice photography and pleasure,” I had texted you earlier.
“I am happy to forget about the photography,” you replied, adding a :P smiley.
“You want pleasure, you will have to learn,” I had replied.
“Boo hoo hoo,” was all you sent.
“On the other hand, if you pay attention, I will make you cum hard,” I sent back.
We walked slowly along, the dry leaves crunching under our feet. At the end of the walkway was a footpath along the river, with park benches every fifty metres or so. In early summer, it is not uncommon for the benches to be full, but today, there was nobody around.
We wandered down the river, a group of Egyptian geese swimming beside us, hoping for food. After about ten minutes of walking and chatting, we came to a clearing, where a large tree overhung the river, and created a shady patch in the middle of which was a freshly renovated park bench.
I said pose here, so we can look at depth of field. I know how much you love to be in the photograph even when you are not working, so you readily agreed.
"Okay, so one with a wide aperture, one with a medium aperture, and one with a very narrow aperture," I said.
You stood there with your lovely smile, and I quickly too the three pictures with the camera on fully manual settings. Then we came close again as I showed you the difference.
"See, in the photo taken at F1.4, your face is in focus, but the river and everything behind is very blurry and out of focus," I said. “This enhances your presence in the photo, avoiding the distraction from the background. The one taken at F16, the river is fully in focus, and the person is not sure where to look, unless they think you are the most beautiful woman on the planet, as I do. Then they would not be able to tear their eyes away.”
You chuckled. "The other one," you asked.
"The other one is in between," I said. "See."
You were so close to me, your body touched mine, and I was overcome with desire. I wanted you so badly.
"Lets take some more," I said. "You are such a good model."
"OK," you replied. “But I am going to hold you to your promise.”
"Stand in that bare patch," I said. “Look sexy. Give me that sultry look that you do so well.”
I took a few pictures, some of you jumping and catching your movement.
"I want an even sexier look,” I added. “Imagine you have not had sex for months and you want it badly."
"I don't have to imagine that," you giggled. “Not for real anyway.”
You have no idea what that did to me. All thought of taking photos stopped. It was you I wanted to take. Right there.
“That is all going to change,” I said with a smile.
I walked over, put down the camera, and lifted your arm, put my arm and yours behind your back, and turned your toward me, pulling you close for the kiss that I had been imagining as we walked along the path. You leaned against me, giving in to the moment, our kisses blending in a delicious, lingering sensation of love and joy.
I still held your hand behind your back as my tongue probed your mouth, and your pelvis pressed against mine, our loins coaxing each other's arousal, building on the soft ache that had started already just from walking together. Your soft moans were indication that you were as eager as I was for the pleasure we knew we could give each other. Desire was flooding our bodies, much as the river had flooded the footpath in the spring rains.
We broke off the kiss, and I brushed back you hair and looked into you eyes.
“I love kissing,” you said. “A lot.”
“I love kissing you,” I said. “A lot.”
I pressed into the small of your back, feeling your legs envelop mine, bare below the short material of your mini-dress. I could feel their silky smoothness as they touched my hairy legs below my shorts. I kissed your neck, nibbling and probing with my tongue, and you pressed against my thigh, pressing to get pressure on your clitoris so your ache would be more intense.
“I like that too,” you gasped.
I tried to find a gap in the front of your dress but had to undo a button to get my hand underneath the material, running them over your tummy, feeling the area around your belly button as I pushed you away from me so I could get better access. My hand moved up and cupped your breast, braless under the yellow mini-dress.
“I want you to feel just what you said in your message,” I said. “Pleasure.”
“Already well on the way,” you replied.
Your skin felt cool to my touch initially, but it was warming up fast as the flushes of arousal washed over you, and your ache grew steadily more intense as my fingers worked your nipples, twirling them, hard and sensitive to my touch.
It was getting too intense too fast, you were grinding into my leg and breathing hard. You wanted it too fast.
“Greedy woman!” I exclaimed.
I broke off and pushed you away so I could look at you, deliciously attired, your nipples hard through the material, the tight miniskirt-like bottom part of your dress accentuating your curves. I drank you with my eyes.
I let go of your hand and put one hand behind you, and down over your bum to the back of your thigh. I let it slide slowly up the back of your thigh, and pulled you closer, when you kissed me hotly, biting my bottom lip with your passion. I moaned, and my erection pressed against you as my hand pulled you closer, raising your dress to the edge of your panties as I explored the area where your bum joins your legs.
You moaned through your nose, your lips nibbling mine, your tongue probing my mouth, teasing the roof of my mouth where I am most sensitive. With that, I pressed my hand behind you, seeking your pussy from behind, but your dress was a bit tight. My hand move back to where it was before, and when I touched your bum, you giggled into our kiss.
Without thinking about it, at that moment I picked you up and held you close to my heart, you rested your head on my shoulder, and as I held you one hand slid up your dress on the bottom of your leg, and I held you like that as I carried you to the park bench.
“Fuck, I want you so bad I feel like I am floating,” you said.
I was tempted to say, “You are not floating, I am carrying you,” but I resisted.
“I want you too,” I said.
You sighed sweetly.
“I can feel your hard cock against my side,” you said.
“I want it in your wet pussy,” I responded, talking dirty back at you. “I want you greedy.”
You breathed in deeply, as my words sent shivers over your body. I could feel you start to squirm as I sat down on the park bench, with you now across my lap.