Where are you headed? - Pt. 3

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https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B7MlCEoEDaftXzBZNldRbDE1M2c

WHERE ARE YOU HEADED?

Sid came back! On her first trip home during her freshman year in college two years ago, Sid made it a point to contact me in order to hang out and shoot more. She was just as lovely, fit, and eager to please as ever before. With the idea of frolicking on a deserted road half naked, she only asked when and where.

On the drive out there she told me tales of college, of boys and alcohol and keeping up with her classes. She confessed her faults in the preconceived notions she held previously about what being away from home would be like, and expressed her extreme relief at avoiding most of the “Freshman 15.”

Once we were parked out in Sisquoc, her first question was what she should wear first. Thankfully, she had brought a wide variety of cool outfits, including this adorable little sun dress, which just happened to be one of my fetishes. Being a teenager in the 90s meant you loved girls in cat-eye glasses and sun dresses, always praying that the wind would catch the skirt just a little too high. Happily, now I had girls who lifted those same dresses for me on command.

Sid stripped nude there in the slowly setting sun, slipped on the dress, then, as directed, skipped and slinked around the road, flashing her still tan-lined ass to my lens, giggling at the situation, which somehow made it even sexier. I’m not one to get physically aroused during shoots, especially when I’m usually advising a young woman on her love life, discussing politics, religion, etc. But Sid had a unique quality of conveying a genuine sex appeal, a natural attraction that was truly hard to deny. I couldn’t help but want to hold her, just briefly graze against her naturally tanned skin. In all disclosure I told her just as much, and every time I praised her beauty, she would run from wherever she was and hug me with genuine appreciation for making her feel so desired. “You can grab my ass a little, I mean…if you want…” she said coyly with her arms wrapped around my neck, and I embarrassingly admit I did so once, or maybe even twice.

Her sweet smile and open, positive nature was just infectious, and I couldn’t help but realize the bad mood I had been dealing with for about a week was suddenly lifted. Her energy and enthusiasm and eagerness to engage in whatever idea I had reminded me of just how good life could be.

Next, I pulled out a ladder I had picked up from my aunt earlier in the day, and once she had slipped on a pair of jean shorts and an adorable, fluffy little crop top, I had her climb to the top of it. Wishing to capture her face against the blue sky, I knew I needed to get her higher, and for the most part, it worked. She was a little nervous about the height, so she didn’t last too long at the top, which was fine by me.

Quickly moving on, she pulled out this classic, elegant, almost Renaissance style dress which I immediately was in love with. She put it on, once again neglecting to wear underwear or a bra, and it didn’t exactly fit the way I had hoped. I asked her to take it off, and as she stood nude there next to me, I doused the whole thing in a water bottle I had in my vehicle, handing it back to her a dripping mess. It was much more difficult now that it was wet, but she managed to finally get it on while I laughed at her struggle the whole time. But now the dress finally looked right. It hugged her naturally voluptuous form in all the right places, and with the sun setting further, the light shown through the cloth, hinting further at the shape hidden beneath.

We took several more images like that, but as usual, Sid was ready to move on. 

“Can I just get naked now?” she asked with a goofy grin. 

“The answer to that question is always ‘yes’,” I told her, and we laughed together at the absurdity of our relationship.

On a lark, I made her climb the ladder naked, and she laughed when her vagina was exactly at my eye level. “This is what you wanted the whole time…” she said laughing, spreading her legs and flashing me a bit. I had made her rub herself with baby oil, and once up there I squirted more of the water on her in order to capture the drips. At least one or two looked okay, in my estimation. She loved them, later confessing that they were some of her favorite shots from that day. We had only taken a few shots before she once again got nervous, so I helped her down and said we were probably done for the day.

“Wait!” she exclaimed, “I still have that other thing!” She was referencing the beach cover-up that I had fallen in love with the last time we shot in the cave. Unsure of what to do with it, I once again got it wet, then watched amused as she struggled to tug on the long, clinging white sleeves. I poured the last drops of water I had on her chest once she had it on and we took a few last photos as the last of the direct sunlight faded behind the hills. The black and white shot from this outfit might be my favorite from the whole day.

Not wanting the day to end, she talked me into shooting more, playing with fire and a torch in this same outfit, but that will have to wait for another day. Would you like to see that??

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Here’s that link again: 

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B7MlCEoEDaftXzBZNldRbDE1M2c