Walking along the winding path leading from the parking lot to a hiker's trail, Mike was aware of the cool morning air through his lightweight jacket. He carried several canvas bags carrying his cameras, film and various equipment he needed. Judy walked just a few steps behind him, carrying his coffee and a canvas tote containing her pens, notebook and an old fleece throw. She looked chilled but never uttered a complaint. He smiled. She wore a pair of shorts based on the weather report they'd seen earlier predicting a warm late spring day, but a baggy hooded sweatshirt was zipped securely to her throat, her hands pulled inside the sleeves as far as possible.
She didn't have to come along, Mike told her. It was too early. They would need to leave the house while it was still dark to be in the park to catch the best lighting. No, Judy replied, she loved watching him work and she wouldn't be able to sleep without him in their bed. So she was up before him that morning, made his coffee and woke him with a long, deep kiss before luring him willingly into the shower.
Mike felt a little kick in his groin at the memory of Judy jerking him off in the shower while he soaped her breasts and played with her puffy nipples. She was so responsive to his touch and aroused by their fondling that she had orgasmed without any clitoral stimulation when he had ejaculated in her hand.
"Sorry you came along?" Mike called over his shoulder now. Judy shook her head, offering him a playful smile as she asked:
"Have I ever told you that I'd follow you anywhere, just to see your ass in some nice fitting jeans?"
"You're just saying that because you want to stop at that flea market on the way home," he teased her. "And you figure you have to flatter me into doing what you want."
"Oh, I don't know," she caught up to him as he came to a standstill at the top of a wooded hill. "I've been able to get you to do some things you might not have wanted to without flattering you at all."
"Like what?" he challenged, looking down at her. She was short, just 5'2" compared to his own 5'10" height.
"You really wanted to take my sisters with us last weekend?" She asked him and his laughter broke the stillness.
"You wanted to spend time with them," he shrugged. "And as long as they had their own hotel room, I didn't care. But you do know that they heard us making love. You can never be quiet when you're enjoying yourself..."
"Well, next time I'll make sure to restrain myself," Judy stuck her tongue out at him and continued on the path ahead of him. Mike laughed even louder at that thought. Judy being quiet during sex was an impossibility. But he was surprised she didn't point out that he was no wallflower when it came to noise. They seemed to draw it out of each other - the heat and passion that left them unable to keep their hands, and other parts, away from each other.
It was Mike's turn to watch Judy as she walked. The sweatshirt covered her ass, so his view was somewhat restricted. Her long brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and bobbed as she walked. His gaze moved along her legs and he was glad that she had started wearing shorts. He enjoyed her bare skin and having easy access to it pleased him.
"This way," he whistled, nodding his head to the left when Judy would have continued straight. The narrow path had ended and there was now enough room to allow them to walk alongside each other and Mike slid his arm across her shoulders, pulling her lightly against his side.
"I'm glad you're here," he told her. "With me."
"You're the whole reason I am here," she told him.
Mike found the spot he wanted to set up his equipment. It was high up on the hill, overlooking the large lake. Below, the company offering hot air balloon rides had arrived and were setting up for take off. Judy didn't touch his cameras. She was too nervous of breaking them. In the dark room, she was becoming an invaluable asset, her interest in developing Mike's film allowed them to share many hours together in complete darkness, simply talking and touching.
Judy set Mike's coffee on a large rock and took the fleece throw from her bag. She spread it out on the rock and climbed onto it, drawing a corner up over her legs to keep warm. Once settled, she retrieved her notebook and pen and lost herself in her thoughts.
She could hear the click of Mike's camera as he began taking pictures. She'd look up every so often to watch him in deep concentration and smile. He had such an eye for the interesting, she thought, tipping her head to the side as she studied him. Some of his photos were breathtakingly beautiful, some brought tears to her eyes at the thoughts and emotions they evoked but they were all special to her, because Mike was so special to her.
"Judy, look!" Mike called to her and nodded towards the brightly colored hot air balloon taking off. From her position on the rock, she had a perfect view and her eyes lit up in delight at the sight. She heard the camera clicking away, but kept her focus on the balloon. There were four people inside the small basket and when the chain was pulled a large flame lifted the balloon higher.
It wasn't until she heard the snap of a twig that she looked at Mike. He had stopped taking pictures of the balloon and lake. He was now taking pictures of her, seated on the rock.
"Don't waste your film," she advised him. "I'll break your camera!"
"You're beautiful," he told her with a sincerity that caused her to smile and blush at the same time. "Come on, honey, let me get some candids of you. You never let me 'shoot you'."
She was about to refuse but couldn't say 'no' to the man who stood before her. She loved him too much to deny him anything. She set her notebook and pen aside and leaned back on her arms, smiling for him. Mike moved around the rock, taking every angle he could manage, telling Judy which way to turn and directing her where to place her arms or legs.
