"Get bare and beautiful," he said to her. She did as he instructed quite quickly as though it was something she very much wanted to do.
"My god, you're gorgeous," he breathed bringing his camera to his face to avoid being overwhelmed. He needed to put something between himself and the glowing perfection of her body and face lest it consume him before he could record it on film.
At first it was awkward as he began to direct her but she seemed to intuitively know just the right angle of leg and arm, set of her head and look in her eye. She was acting for him, displaying her lean, angular body for his inspection and approval. She found herself enjoying being naked and playing to him and his camera. She had tossed away her inhibitions and was attempting to seduce him. Very much she wanted to look at his eyes but he had instructed her to ignore the camera. He pointed out that figure studies were made as a voyeur would view her; she must pretend she did not know he was there.
And pretend she did. They were perfectly connected spirit to spirit and soul to soul. Each frame said something new about her. The shutter slapped and clacked. She turned and looked off into space ignoring him as he had directed but occasionally locked her burning eyes onto him causing sensations and emotions in his body that were entirely new. Seven rolls of film later he let the camera out of his grip
She stood proudly naked in a puddle of sunshine facing away from him. She thought about Joe, her massage therapist, as she enjoyed the warm sun on her skin. His studio was always dimly lit, just the opposite of this moment. She wanted to masturbate. She turned and moaned at the man with the camera. She imagined Joe pressing his thumbs into the arches of her feet. That always made her groan with pleasure and her hips buck. It was as if he was her lover in the abstract and there was no violation of her marriage vows as she responded to him. She would cry her pleasure with moans and growls as he manipulated her feet. During those last fifteen minutes she masturbated as he instructed, coming again and again until; she was exhausted. When she left his studio she was barely able to walk and sat in her car for a few minutes before she could continue her day.
Yet she loved her husband very much and wondered how it could be that she was in love with two men at once. She and her husband made love well and the ache of loving him sometimes overwhelmed her as the momentary pain of a mouthful of lemon juice can pain and strain the saliva glands. They growled and gasped, grunted and screamed at each other during their lovemaking.
Yet she wanted more. Soon her conflict would be compounded by the man gazing at her nakedness there in the woods. He fascinated her and she fantasized it was him making love to her when she masturbated alone at home.
He was the one who advanced to her the concept of polyamory—loving more than one man romantically at the same time. It was entirely contrary to the requirements of conventional culture.
He was a powerful man well suited to become the third love of her life while she held two others in her heart. She often tried to avoid him since simply talking to him would put her into abject conflict and pain.
She was always torn as he approached, wanting to connect and yet fear welling up in the center of her being. It was difficult enough she told herself to love and be sexual with two men at once. Still she thirsted for his eyes and desire to be upon her. She had already decided that if he came on to her she would welcome seduction. He knew too when he had put his hand behind her neck for emphasis while describing his frustration at only being able to love her visually from a distance. She had moved closer to him very willingly.
Back at the truck he stowed the camera gear and then centered himself before her and slowly unbuttoned her dress. She stood silently still as he pushed it off her shoulders and it fluttered to the ground. He had her sit on the open tailgate of the truck while he tied four-coil French bowlines around her wrists and ankles. The multiple coils meant the soft, thick nylon ropes would not cut into her skin or impede the circulation to her hands and feet.
He instructed her to dangle her lower legs off the edge of the tailgate and spread them wide. When she did he moved between them and squatted slightly. Somehow she knew what to do. She put her arms around his neck and locked her legs around his waist. They were still in perfect connection as he stood up, his arms locked under her buttocks. He thus carried her to the front of the truck and boosted her onto the hood. She willingly crab- walked on up it until her back was against the windshield. Both her arms were tied out to the rearview mirror brackets. The two ligatures about her ankles were hooked behind the curves of the front fenders and tied snug to the tow hooks protruding from under the front bumper. She was spread wide and totally vulnerable. She stared at the bright blue sky through the gently swaying branches of a large yellow pine. His warm tongue licked her slit. "Oooooh!" she moaned plaintively. Afraid to look she knew she wanted him to continue. He did. Her strained position and vulnerability meant nothing as he drilled his hard tongue into her. He sucked and tongue-flicked her clit until she was about to explode. Writhing on the hood of his truck she was gasping for breath and moaning, "Take me, take me, pleeeze!" He began the slow, steady clit lick that made her scream in ecstasy. Lightening strikes numbed her mind until she was blind and she screamed her release to the blue sky and gently waving branches above her. He took her five more times. She had breathed, "Nooomore," just before she passed out.
She was a beautiful, semi-conscious rag doll after he unbound her and placed her in the passenger seat of the truck. Then he got in, cradled her head in his lap and placed her powder blue sleeveless sheath where she could easily reach it and began the slow journey back to the interstate. Somewhere just short of halfway she stirred, smiled at him and sensuously turned over to display her very slight back, slim hips, muscular thighs and curvaceous calves. For the next fifteen minutes she kept his half-hard dick in her mouth as they bounced along the dirt road. Somehow she knew they were about to turn toward the city. She bobbed and sucked making him scream at her as his whole being shot the creme of creation up her throat.
Slowly she sat up, moved close to him, encircled his neck with her arm and hugged him. Her legs were spread wantonly wide. "We both loved each other today," she said softly as time stood still at the Stop sign before he turned onto the on ramp of the interstate that would take them back to conventional insanity.
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