In spring and autumn, the weather can be either perfect for a stroll in the bush or very wet and changeable. This is well known to the citizens of Melbourne, Australia. This place is known for having four seasons in one day. The day I am thinking about was one of those days that started with a perfect morning and ended with a big storm.
I was headed down to the Mornington Peninsula to meet up with my photography friend. We intended to visit a few of the creeks and moist shady spots in the area that might have fungi for some close-up and macro photography.
One of the locations was at the creek on Boneo Road, just past the turnoff to the Cape Schank Lighthouse. Beside the creek was a small gravel car park where we had planned to meet. There were picnic tables on the recently cut grass area. I arrived not long after sunrise. The picnic area was still in full shade from the steep hillside on the opposite side of the creek. The air was cool and moist, so the grass was covered in dew. The fresh cool air was wonderful to breathe as I exited the car. I parked beside my friend's car, but she was not to be seen.
I headed to one of the picnic tables. As I was about to sit, I spotted her squatting between a group of bushes and the creek. That meant she was out of view from passing cars. I excused myself, turned my back and giggled at the lovely view. She simply told me that I was a rude man for sneaking a peek.
Judging by the number of tissues on the grass near her, she wasn't the first to do that. Considering the distance between Rosebud and Flinders, it made sense that many might stop there to find some relief for an aching bladder. It would have been a good idea for the local council to have provided the picnic area with a small self-composting toilet.
After arranging her clothes, she approached me, patted me on the bum and repeated her comment that I was rude for having a peek. We giggled and kissed. We stayed in that clinch for a good minute. After breaking the kiss, we retrieved her gear, including a blanket from her car. While I took my camera from my car, she pointed down the track and explained that there were usually some fungi a few hundred metres along the path.
We walked down the path quickly as another car arrived with a young lady needing to use the bushes. My friend nudged me and told me to watch where I was going and not to look back. The path was narrow and winding its way beside the creek for the most part. The area between the creek and the path was still in shadow, so the grass was wet with dew. Single file was the go, to avoid wet shoes. Descending to creek level, it was obvious that the area was low enough to flood with good rain.
There were some large flat steppingstones, but it was dry enough, so they weren't needed. At the other end of this low section, there was a set of wooden stairs and a boardwalk that crossed a section of washed-out embankment. Just past the end of the boardwalk, there were a few mushrooms that were fairly common to the area, but interesting, nevertheless. We set up the gear and took a few shots.
That done, we moved on. The track was now leading away from the creek to a more open area and close to a small, treed area. The hill across the creek was also much lower at this point. The sun felt good on the bare arms. Fifty metres ahead, we reached the trees on the right and headed into the trees. This took us closer to the creek again.
We found a small area that was free of bracken among the trees. We put our gear down to have a good look around. One of the trees had some tiny bright red mushrooms growing at the base of its southern side. Lying on my belly, I took a series of shots that could be focus stacking later (Focus stacking is a technique where several photos are taken at different focal points and merged, so the entire object appears in focus). As I stood up and turned to her, she was standing there with her arms spread and a big cheeky smile. She embraced me, raised herself on her toes and kissed me. The kiss felt urgent and horny. She told me that was the real reason for bringing the blanket. With that, she spread it out on the dry ground and knelt with her arms beckoning me to join her. How could I possibly resist such an offer to join her? Kneeling on the blanket, we kissed for a long time.
The spot was a little bit bigger than the blanket and was surrounded by bracken that was about sixty to seventy centimetres high. Between us and the walking track, there was a tree that had a creeper draping over it, forming a curtain that kept us out of view. Our passionate kissing was generating some heat. She released her arms from around me and moved her hands to my belt, which she undid with great skill.
