Some Nature Photos

My hobby is nature photography. Sometimes I'd go bush and sometimes out into the country looking for interesting things to shoot. On this particular day I was taking photos in the local suburbs.

Next to our local library a couple of buildings had been pulled down. The sites had been converted into a car-park with long-term intentions to build an office building there. At the back of the area a brick wall hadn't been completely removed, probably because it abutted another building and they wouldn't want to risk damage to that building. Over the next year or two seagulls had claimed that brick wall and used the ledges to set up their nests. I managed to get a few shots of fledglings in the nests.

Since then I'd moved a couple of miles down the coast. At that point there was an excellent beach which very few people used. I've always assumed that the reason for this was difficulty of access, very limited parking, and no shops. I parked, wended my way through some scrub, and there was the beach. The path I knew was the only track to the beach. (I assume that there were others but I didn't know where they were.)

Once I reached the beach I looked to the left and there was no-one in site for a couple of miles. Past that there was a pier, boats, fishermen, and a plethora of bathers. Looking to the right and there was no-one, full stop. Like I said, a very under-used stretch of beach. I moved down to the water's edge and started strolling along, looking everywhere to see what I could shoot.

It's odd the sort of things you come across. A couple of square yards of very flat sand with the footprints of a solitary bird tracked across it. I shot that. A jelly-like thing that had washed up. Normally semi-transparent the sun shining on it was splitting up into a rainbow. I shot that.

Seagulls floating in the sky. I ignored them. A sea eagle floating in the sky above them all. Him I shot. In the brush I saw a tree that had been burned, either in a fire or courtesy of a lightning strike. I lay flat on my back, silhouetting that against a clear blue sky.

Emerging from the brush at a point where I'd have sworn there was no trail was a young lady. Quite an attractive young lady in my opinion and my opinion is the one that counts. She was dressed in a nice blue bikini that contrasted well with her general tan. Blonde and I was willing to bet that she had blue eyes. Her figure was trim, no fat anywhere that I could see. A full bust and a nicely rounded bottom could not be considered fat by any means.

She headed down towards the water, picked a spot, spread her towel, and lay down, apparently intending to sun herself. I continued puttering along, moving slowly in her direction. Eventually I was close enough to be polite.

"Good morning," I said cheerfully.

She turned her head to see who had dared to talk to her and then deigned to reply.

"It's afternoon," she pointed out.

"I'll take your word for that. Whatever the time it's a very nice day."

"Are you going to annoy me or just passing by?"

"Annoy you, I think. I mean, if I stop and talk you'll be annoyed. If I ignore you and pass by you'll feel insulted and become annoyed. Seeing the final result is you being annoyed I guess I might as well stop and talk so that I can enjoy looking at you."

She looked around, taking in the deserted beach.

"Why are you here, anyway?" she asked. "You don't look as though you're going swimming so what are you doing?"

"Taking nature shots," I told her, indicating my camera. "A place like this you can find some nice things if you keep quiet and look around. Got a good shot of a sea eagle earlier."

"Oh. Well good luck getting some more pictures."

"Thank you. Do you mind if I take some photos of you? You are the loveliest thing around her right now."

"I'm not a thing."

I waved that off as nit-picking.

"Maybe not but you are lovely. I'm sure the camera will adore you. So how about it?"

"What do I have to do?"

"Just continue your sun-baking. You can ignore me."

Easy to say but impossible for her to do. All the time she lay there she'd be aware of me walking in circles around her, acutely conscious of me.

I finally stopped talking pictures and stood there, considering her, fingers lightly tapping on the camera.

"Have you finished?" she asked, sounding hopeful.

I shook my head. "No. I can't seem to get the shot I want. Would you consider taking your top off?"

"Excuse me?" Not quite believing I'd said that.

"Your top," I said, patting my own chest. "My problem is that when you're lying down gravity flattens your breasts. Your top is trying to bunch them up in a way that might be attractive to a man but the camera doesn't like it. If you take the top off I'll get a much better shot."

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"Not really. Just putting the suggestion out there for you to consider." I gave a smile to show how harmless and naïve I was.

She looked at me and then surveyed the beach again, still woefully devoid of people. I couldn't credit that she was actually considering my suggestion but it seemed she was. Then she gave a little shrug and slipped of her top. I damn near swallowed my tongue in shock. It was plain that she didn't normally tan topless, her breasts being a lovely creamy white, tipped with a pair of rosy red nipples.

I didn't waste any time, my camera up and clicking as I moved around, shooting from all angles. I didn't even realise I was giving directions at first, telling her to face me, face away, sit up, etc.

It wasn't until I had her sitting up and leaning back, her arms propping her up, her lovely breasts on display the way nature intended, full and shapely, that I realised I was issuing orders.

"Geez, I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I've no right to be telling you how to pose."

"It didn't seem to stop you from doing so," she observed. "You might as well continue. I don't mind."

So I continued, wanting that perfect shot that showed the essence of her. I didn't stop until I noticed that she was taking off the lower half of the bikini.

"Ah, what are you doing?" I asked, feeling somewhat startled.

"What you told me to," she said, smiling, "and I quote, get rid of those stupid pants."

"Oh." What could I say to that? For that matter what could I say to the fact that she was doing it? Common sense told me to shut up and say nothing. So I did just that, continuing to take pictures.

When I finally stopped she was lying back looking delightfully wanton. She was naked, legs parted so that all was on display, one leg bent with the knee up. She was a blatant invitation for sex. Just to make sure I understood what was on offer her nipples were peaked and her pudenda were fat and swollen, parted to let me see her passage, her inner lips also parted, her flower offering me entry, glistening with moisture.

"Um, what are you doing?" was her next question.

"Taking off my trousers," I replied, something that should have been self-evident.

"Wh-why?"

Why? Was she kidding me? She must have been because she continued to lie there with her legs nicely parted. I knelt between her thighs. She shuddered slightly as my hand reached for her and grazed her nipples. She shuddered again when my free hand settled between her legs, a couple of fingers thoughtfully probing between her lips, sliding into her passage.

I was now facing a bit of a conundrum. Her body, her position, said yes but verbally? Not yet. There again, neither had she said no. I decided to accept the visual acceptance. If I was wrong she could always say so. I pressed the tip of my cock against the entrance to her passage.

"Push up onto me," I murmured.

She certainly heard what I said as she proceeded to lift her hips, pushing herself up onto me while I also pushed, nailing her to the beach towel. She gasped a little as I sank into her, one leg circling me and helping to pull me down. Fully inside her I just lay on top of her, one hand stroking a breast.

It was slowly seeping into my mind just what she was emotionally, an exhibitionist with a certain amount of submissiveness. Sure, she'd been a bit snappy when I first approached her but the thought of posing for a stranger had tweaked the exhibitionist in her, hence the initial photos and the willingness to lose her top. The submissiveness had probably been triggered by my telling her how to pose. From what she'd said I hadn't asked her to take off her pants but demanded that she do so. So she did.

From that point on doing as she was told while naked on the beach had aroused her, and the longer it went on the more aroused she became. The exhibitionism and the submissiveness became a feedback loop, each of them enforcing the other and building on her arousal. I was just scoring the rewards from this.

I started driving very firmly into her. Going quite hard you might say. She was making eager little sounds of approval, responding nicely, apparently quite happy with the way things had worked out. Me, I enjoyed the feel of her passage wrapped around my cock, clinging tightly to me as I pulled back, opening urgently to receive me each time I returned.

I couldn't let this last too long. After all this was a public beach and someone else might come along. After all, I had and she had. I did not want to be caught on the nest when someone wandered down. (She wore a ring. God forbid that her husband came down to take a dip. Yes, she had a husband.)

I stepped up the pace, driving her (and myself) towards a climax. She hit hers with a high pitched cry while mine only received a groan of satisfaction. I didn't worry about her crying out. The gulls were noisier.

We separated and I lay next to her for a few minutes. She suddenly gave a gasp, snatched up her bikini, and ran into the water. I just tidied my clothes. She came out of the water, cleaned and refreshed, bikini back in place.

"Go away," she said.

I smiled and did so. Prior to leaving I deleted the photos I had of her, demonstrating that I'd done so. I did keep one, a very nice one where she was lying down with her bikini on.

"I didn't want you worrying that the photos might emerge at the wrong time," I told her. "I prefer to keep my memories of you private."