A flock of seagulls stood closely together, each pacing around, searching for any traces of food hidden in the sand. Knowing how skittish they were, I moved very carefully towards them. I stayed low, moved me feet closer and closer to them. A couple of them stopped and looked at me, before scurrying further away. It was a big risk for me to continue my approach, but I took that risk, and was justly rewarded.
I smiled to myself, held my body still, and waited a few moments before pressing the small black button under my finger. A series of clicks sounded from my camera, and I managed to get some amazing shots for my portfolio. Having gotten what I came for, I stood up quickly and stepped back as the seagulls scurried off away from me. I checked the screen on my Nikon D3200, and felt very satisfied with the quality of the shots. Not only did I get the angle and focus just right, but the setting sun created that effect you just can’t get at any other time of the day.
I slipped my dark sunglasses back over my eyes, and looked up towards the horizon. Without looking directly at the sun, I estimated I had about thirty minutes of golden hour left. Working as a freelance photographer seems like a dream job for any photography student, but it’s not as luxurious as it seems. You’re often stuck at your home office, only editing photos on the computer. When you do get a job to take some photos, it’s usually for condemned buildings, fundraisers, and occasionally a wedding. On the very rare occasions, you might actually get to go somewhere like a beach, and take pictures of models. Like today.
I was already done shooting photos of beautiful women, and wanted to take the opportunity to get some scenery shots for my portfolio. It wasn’t often I was able to go to the beach, so I figured I’d do this now before heading home. The beach was somewhat secluded to begin with, and was mainly owned by beachfront property owners. From where I was standing, it didn’t look like anyone else was going to be on the beach for the evening. I’d be able to take some scenic shots, and not have to worry about people being caught in the frame.
As I looked over towards the horizon, with the sun just about to dip over the line of ocean, I took the opportunity to get a shot of it. I had to change my settings quickly, and switched to a different lens. I managed to get the angle just right, with little interruption from the waves. The sea reflected the right amount of golden light to give the picture that perfect effect. I pushed the button, and smiled with satisfaction as the camera clicked. As far as landscape photos went, you probably couldn’t do better than that.
Without any other ideas for my portfolio, I grabbed my pack, and began to put my gear away. I quickly cleaned off some of my lenses before setting everything in the bag, and closed it up. As I stood up, and put the bag strap over my shoulder, something caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see an attractive, brunette woman walking along the sand. I was certain this area of the beach was private property. Did she live at one of these beach houses, or did she just not know? I already had permission to be here, myself, but she didn’t seem to care.
She had a slender body that was covered only by an orange, beach dress, and a pair of dark sunglasses on her face. The whole thing held up on her body by a pair of straps tied at the back of her neck. The wind wasn’t too strong, but a flowing dress like that blew around her with very little effort. As she walked past me, only a couple yards from where I stood, the light caught her dress in a way that let me see almost right through it. I hadn’t meant to stare at her, but I noticed she hadn’t been wearing a bikini or anything underneath.
She smiled at me as she passed, and I’m not sure she was aware of how transparent her dress was. Or she knew exactly how thin the dress was, and simply wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here right now. Looking at her from behind, it was certainly hard not to keep staring. She had a booty that was hard to ignore. As I kept watching her, the wind blew her dress up for only half a second, showing off her butt in it’s entirety.
My first thought after that was, ‘Man, I wish I got a shot of that’. But there was still a good chance it would happen again, so I opened my bag quickly, and pulled my Nikon back out. Keeping a bit of distance between myself and the brunette, I followed behind her. As far as anyone would be able to tell, I was just making my way off the beach, and happened to be going in the same direction. I kept my face down at the screen on my camera, looking like I was checking my saved pictures. In truth, I watched the woman from the tiny screen, waiting for the wind to blow just right as I kept my finger on the button.
I didn’t have to wait very long for my opportunity. The wind blew her dress higher again, and I took a few quick shots with no hesitation. Smiling again, I quickly looked over the photos, and was only somewhat satisfied with the results. At the risk of being discovered, I continued to following her. A few minutes later, her dress flew up again, and I snapped the photos.
Still not satisfied, I took another risk by following closer behind her. I waited another minute for her dress to fly up once more, and snapped the photos. As the camera clicked, I saw her head turn ever so slightly to the side, then faced forward again. I worried she might have noticed me, but she hadn’t made any sort of reaction to my presence. These photos were actually pretty good, and I didn’t want to risk getting caught now.
I looked at the photos for a few more seconds, and was about to open my bag, when the brunette did something unexpected. Without turning around, or stopping, she grabbed her dress at the thigh, and lifted it up slowly. The fabric pulled up, and held against the small of her back. Her pert buttocks were completely exposed to me, and it seemed her pace had also slowed down. She didn’t say anything, or look towards me, or make any sort of sign, but I think she wanted me to take another picture.
I hesitated only for a moment, then raised my camera back up, standing still as I focused the shot, and snapped a perfect photo. The brunette slowed her pace more than before, and ran her free hand along her bronzed thigh. I moved closer to her, and took another photo. As soon as the camera clicked, her head turned, and I could tell she was looking at me from her peripheral vision. She had a wide smile on her face as she kept the fabric of her dress lifted.
It was no longer a secret what was going on between us.