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Digital Dreams
by Tail Spinner (tailspinner80@yahoo.com)
***
A photographer encounters a young girl in the Canadian
lake country and she decides to model for him. (Mf,
ped, voy, 1st)
***
A short while ago I had the very great fortune to
encounter a young woman – a girl, really – who shared
my interest in photography. The results of that
encounter were both wondrous and terrifying. I'm still
not sure if it was worth the risk, but I do know that
the memories of that young woman will last the rest of
my life.
To me, photography is an avocation – particularly
digital photography. I've got a top of the line Canon
EOS Digital Rebel set with a variety of lights, filters
and tripods. In addition, I enjoy hiking. I explore the
wilds whenever I can. Of course, the two hobbies
intersect quite nicely. Some of my best shots have been
due to happy coincidence while wandering the
backcountry.
Whenever I set out to explore an area, I make sure to
pack a likely selection of filters and a small tripod.
I've never enjoyed using a monopod much, I'm afraid. I
find the stability is quite lacking when compared to
the rock-like solidity of a decent tripod. When you're
after a macro-shot of an insect on a colorful bloom,
that stability is important. Fortunately, my entire kit
fits neatly within a small backpack along with the
variety of victuals and other tools necessary for
productive explorations.
This particular day was spectacular. The sort of a day
you'll only find this portion of Canada. Warm, but not
hot with a sprinkling of clouds cast across an azure
sky that mirrored the lakes below. The light breezes
wafted the scent of pine while the red-winged
blackbirds called to each other across the water.
The trail that I was on was unmarked and traveled from
the deep woods through lighter forest and along a
ridgeline that overlooked the crystalline lake below.
In the two hours I had been hiking, I had already taken
several landscape shots and even a few of the wildlife
when I could get them to cooperate with my lens.
I was just finishing a shot of some boulders
overlooking the bay below me when I heard a pixyish
voice break my reverie, "Hey Mister, watcha doin'?"
Surprised – I thought that I was the only human being
for many miles – Manitoba isn't exactly swarming with
people – I turned to see a girl of perhaps 12 standing
at the crest of the trail. She was a true beauty in
every way. Blonde hair down past her shoulders, slim
(but not skinny), sparkling blue eyes alight with
curiosity and intelligence and a body that was
blossoming into womanhood.
I've never thought of myself as an ephebophile (the
correct term for someone attracted to an adolescent,
rather than pedophile which you Americans seem to
overuse), but this girl was something special. She was
wearing a green Girl Scouts T-shirt and olive-drab
shorts. Neither did much to hide the shape of her body;
rather they accentuated her developing curves.
"Well, I'm taking pictures, silly. That's why I've got
this camera." I hefted my Canon with its long-lens and
smiled at her. Her obviously friendly manner invited
banter.
"You're a photographer?" she asked, a little shyly, I
thought.
"Yes, I am." I replied. "I'm not a professional, but
I'm a pretty good lens man." I admitted modestly.
"How did you get here? I've been coming to Camp for 4
years and I've never met anyone else up here."
"I walked – I have to admit I was surprised to see you
too. I thought I was out in the middle of nowhere.
Where is your Camp? I didn't think there was anything
way out here."
"It's a Girl Scout Camp down on the edge of the lake.
You have to go around this point here to really see it.
I get tired of being with everyone else all the time so
I like to take hikes when I can. Since I've been here
so long, the Leaders don't mind if I go off by myself."
"Well that makes sense. You seem like you know your way
around here pretty well!" I should have continued
breaking my equipment down. I should have said adieu
and gone on my way. Instead, I said, "My name is Jim.
May I take your picture?"
"I'm Sally. You want to take MY picture? Really?" She
actually blushed.
"Sure! I said." I take pictures of everything. The
woods are beautiful and scenery like this is too
spectacular not to get a shot of. Having a pretty girl
like you in the frame would only make the picture
better."
She bit her lip for a moment then suddenly asked, "Do
you think I'm pretty enough to be a model?"
"Oh yeah. There are all sorts of web sites with girls
your age who are models. People pay a lot of money for
memberships and even send them clothes and jewelry for
special photo-shoots."
"I've heard about those sorts of places. Aren't they
illegal?"
Now it was my turn to blush, "No, not like that. These
are sites where the girls keep all their clothes on, or
if they do have something off they don't really show
anything." I coughed, embarrassed, "Sorry, I didn't
mean to imply anything nasty."
"It's OK – I didn't take it like that." She giggled a
little "I don't mind anyway. I never thought I'd be
pretty enough that someone would WANT to see me without
my clothes on."
"I don't think you've looked in a mirror recently
then." I laughed too. "Would you like to try a couple
of shots? I'll show you what they look like and you can
see how pretty you really are. This is a digital
camera, so I can show you the picture right after I
take it."
"Sure! What do I do?" She was clearly excited and
interested in modeling for me, and I was excited to
have such a lovely subject. I wasn't lying when I said
that she would improve any photo. She looked like a
not-so-mythical wood nymph. I placed her in a number of
poses so that she was accenting the landscapes I was
shooting. Then I started using the landscape to
highlight her best features, getting the light just
right, letting shadows fall across her body, or letting
the wind blow her hair with the lake in the distant
background.
After about a dozen poses and perhaps a hundred shots,
I sat her down next to me on a large rock and ran her
through them. Having her so close to me was adding to
my discomfiture. Her scent was intoxicating and her
innocent manner was very arousing.
"Now, do you see what I mean? You're very beautiful."
"Wow! I've never seen myself like that – And these
aren't like any pictures I've ever seen anyone take.
These are like art or something."
I smiled in spite of myself. "Thank you. I like to
think that I'm pretty good with a camera. With a
subject like you though, it's easy to take great
pictures." I swapped memory cards in my camera as this
one was about full. While I was doing that, she asked
the question that led to my undoing.
"What sorts of pictures do they take on those web
sites? Not the nasty ones."
I sat back on my heels and finished inserting the new
card. "Well, they're clean shots, but they're intended
to make the person viewing them think that they're not,
do you know what I mean?"
"No." she looked at me, waiting for an answer.
"Well." I cleared my throat. "The nasty sites are
illegal. But a lot of men like to see young women in,
um, very adult poses so that they are ALMOST illegal.
So the young women in those pictures wear really tight
clothes, or almost take pieces of clothes off, or wear
really small swimsuits.
"Sometimes they're naked or almost naked, but they
cover their private parts with their arms or legs or
just the camera angle so they're not really showing
anything. That way people will pay a lot of money to
see the pictures, but they're legal. The idea is to
make the viewer THINK they're going to see something
nasty and let their imagination do the rest. On the
really good sites the pictures are beautiful – just
nice photos showing a lovely young woman at her best."
"That doesn't sound so bad."
"Well, most people don't think it is, but some people
don't like it."
"Do you like it?"
"I never really thought about it much. I like any
beautiful picture. So, I guess I would like it."
"Can we try a couple of shots like those?" she asked me
shyly. I almost dropped my camera.
I looked at her and said, "Well, I'd be THRILLED to
take any picture of you, but I don't want to do
anything that will make you uncomfortable, or make you
think I'm pushing you to do anything, Ok? You call the
shots. I'll take any pictures you want, but you have to
want me to." Somewhere in my mind I felt that this
would justify what was going on.
"All right. I don't know what to do though. How should
I be?"
"Well, that depends, Sally. Like I said, we can do
anything from wearing your clothes really tight, or
making it LOOK like you're taking off your clothes, to
being completely naked but not showing the camera
anything. What sort of a shot do you want to start
with?"
"Um, maybe I could kinda knot the front of my T-Shirt
so it's really tight and that'll show off my stomach
too. Would that look good?"
"Sally, that would look terrific." We took a couple of
shots like that and I suggested a slight change. "Hm.
You know, we could make these look even sexier, if you
want, but it might embarrass you so if you don't want
to, just say so."
"How?"
"Well, with your shirt that tight, your bra is really
obvious. If you took it off and put your shirt the same
way, it would make people think you were being naughty
– which is what we want these pictures to do."
"Okay. I run around without a bra a lot anyway. It's
not like I've got a lot of boobage anyway." She
giggled.
"They're perfect. Hang on, I'll turn around so you can
take it off." I turned around and waited while she took
off her shirt and bra, and then put her shirt back on.
"That looks great – can I slide your shirt up a little
bit? The more skin you show, the sexier the pictures
look."
"Okay, I guess." She stood stock still while I slowly
slid her knotted T-Shirt's hem up until it was just
under her breasts. She sucked her breath in as my hands
almost brushed the delicate undersides of those
tempting mounds.
"There, that looks great." I stepped back and snapped a
couple of shots. "Now, do you want to get really
crazy?" I grinned at her.
She smiled back, "How?"
"Well, you still won't be showing anything, but we'll
make it LOOK like you're about to. We'll unsnap your
shorts and unzip the fly and just pull them open and
down a little bit so your panties are showing. You're
still wearing more clothes than if you had a bikini on,
but it'll look really sexy."
"I still can't get used to the idea that people would
think I looked sexy."
"Believe me, you're a knockout. Be glad I'm a
gentleman, or I'd tear your clothes off and attack
you!" I growled teasingly.
She giggled and said, "OK, go ahead."
I had meant for her to adjust her pants, but I wasn't
going to pass up on the invitation. I moved close to
her and carefully unsnapped the top of her shorts. She
sucked her tummy in and watched me as I slid my fingers
under the waistband, grasped the zipper tab and slowly
slid the zipper down. I peeled her tight little shorts
open and tugged them a few inches down her developing
hips so that her panties were showing clearly. Light
pink cotton – I couldn't have asked for a better
contrasting color to her skin tone.
I stepped back a bit and said "Wow." I snapped several
more shots, breathing a bit hard as this young beauty
was slowly being exposed before my eyes and my lens. I
lowered my camera and said, "You are the most beautiful
young woman I have ever taken pictures of."
She blushed and said, very softly, "Thank you. Are the
pictures really pretty?"
"Oh YEAH!" I said, "Here! Let me show you." I stepped
her through the 20 or so pictures we had so far. "Can
you see how gorgeous you are? I could sell these shots
for hundreds of dollars. Hell, I want to take more!"
"Really? Ok! What do I do next?"
"Well, do you want to get some really sexy shots?"
"Sure! This is fun! And like you said, I'm not even
showing as much as when I wear a two-piece."
"Ok, this idea might be a little crazy, so if you don't
like it, just say so and we'll try some different
shots. What would look really sexy would be if you did
this same exact shot, but without your panties on.
You'll still have your shorts on, with the fly open and
part-way down your hips, but it'll LOOK like your' just
about to be naked."
She giggled again – I really liked that little laugh of
hers. "Okay, I guess. That should be Ok." I turned
around and listened as she removed her shoes and then
to the whisper of cotton on skin as she shucked her
shorts and panties off and then pulled her shorts back
on. "I'm ready."
"Hm. That's almost perfect. I'm going to pull your
shorts down just a little bit more, Ok? Tell me when
it's just about to make you uncomfortable and I'll stop
– that way we show the most without making you feel
wrong. That would spoil the shot." She nodded and I
slowly slid her shorts down her hips. She finally
stopped me just before the top of her vulva would have
become visible over the open fly of her shorts.
"WOW!" I said, "That's great! You're really a lot more
grown-up than I thought. Most girls your age would be
terribly embarrassed. Which is silly 'cause you've got
nothing to feel that way about. Hell, you should be
showing this incredible body off whenever you can!" I
gave her a big smile and was rewarded with one back.
I took several frontal shots of her standing in
different poses, and then suggested another change.
"Let's have some fun like this. I want you to turn
sideways and sort of bend over. Stick your rump out and
pull your shorts all the way down to mid-thigh. Since
you're sideways, I won't be able to see anything, but
it'll look amazing."
Her eyes got wide, but she did as I asked. I got a
couple of shots of her like that and then asked, "Can I
take what's called a 'dorsal shot'? That's this same
pose, but I'd be standing behind you and you'd look
back at the camera while I took the picture. You'd
almost be mooning me!"
She laughed at that and agreed. Her ass was an image of
perfection and I wasted no time in getting several
shots from a full body shot to a close-up of her rear-
end. "You're the best! Want to get really crazy?
Without showing anything at all?"
"Why not? This is fun! I fell so naughty, but I'm not
showing anyone anything. I feel really pretty too."
"You should. You're gorgeous. Ok, what I want you to do
is take your shirt off – I'll take a shot or two of you
doing that and then we'll get another posed shot like
this." She did as I asked and I watched the creamy
smooth skin of her back slide into view as her shirt
was tossed off to the side. We took a few more dorsal
shots with different poses and expressions.
"I can't believe I'm almost naked!" She giggled that
lovely little laugh again.
"Feels good though, doesn't it?"
"Yes." This time there was a definite wicked tone to
her giggle. I laughed too.
"Well then, let's step it up a notch. Let's go back to
some frontal shots, but I want you to use your arm or
your hands to cover your breasts. Let's start with the
arm." A dozen or more shots went by with one arm or the
other covering her delicate little breasts, or her
hands cupping them gently, with the V of the open fly
of her shorts drawing the eye down her body.
I paused there and showed her the pictures we already
had. She demurely kept her arm covering her chest
throughout the entire process. "Do you see how
incredibly beautiful you are? I don't think I've ever
seen a woman of any age look as gorgeous as you do."
"Thank you." She said softly, with an angelic little
blush.
"Well, how crazy do you want to get, Sally?"
"CRAZY!" she shouted with a shake of her head. "This is
fun!"
"You are a born model, Sally. Let's try this, but only
if you want to! I'll turn around and I want you to take
off your shorts. You're going to be totally naked, but
not showing a thing. In fact, you'll be showing less
than in these last shots. I want you to get on your
hands and knees and use your right arm straight down so
that it covers the side view of your breast, and I want
your right leg brought forward so that I can't see
anything down there, Ok?"
Her eyes got wide and she said, "Sure. That sounds
really naughty!"
I'll show you the picture right after I take it and if
you don't like it, I'll delete it, Ok?"
"Ok." I turned around and she quickly kicked her shorts
off and got into position. "I'm ready!"
I turned around and almost died. She was incredible.
The sun was glowing on her back; her hair was cascading
down her neck and off her shoulders, her face looking
at me with an unspoken question.
"You are beautiful beyond the lot of mortal women,
Sally. You look like a goddess of old. And you're in
exactly the right pose. You really are a born model."
By now the hard on in my pants was becoming painful. We
worked several slight variations on that pose and
different expressions and I got perhaps a dozen more
shots. I was glad I had a 4GB Flash card! "Er, Sally, I
want to show you the pictures – do you want to get
dressed so I can show them to you, or can you cover up
so I don't embarrass you?"
She thought for a moment then laughed that wicked
little laugh again. "I'm Ok with staying naked if it
won't bother you."
"BOTHER me? Sally, there isn't a man alive that would
be bothered by you being naked. I would consider it a
privilege to have my model trust me enough to stay
naked around me."
"All right then. Let's see the pictures. " She sat back
on her heels, and brushed her hands off then stood up
and walked towards me, a vision of youthful beauty that
Da Vinci never dreamed of. Barely a trace of blonde
pubic hair creating an arrowhead pointing towards the
delicate furrow of her groin, a subtle sway to her hips
and only the slightest vibration in her firm and high-
set breasts, each crowned with a perfect dime-sized
areola and exquisitely small nipple.
She sat next to me, her gaze interrogating my reaction
to her display. "Sally. I." I swallowed to try to
regain my composure. "I've. Wow. You are so beautiful
that there are no words." I wanted her so badly. I
wanted to take her in my arms and make slow glorious
love to her beneath this perfect azure sky. I retained
enough self-control to resist my urges for a while,
however. Instead, I showed her the pictures we had just
taken.
"Surely you see that from these pictures?"
"I guess I've just never really thought of myself as
pretty. I'm really glad that you think I am though.
I've never let anyone see me naked before, so I was
pretty afraid that you were going to laugh or tell me
to get dressed." She cast her eyes down. "My step-dad
always says I'm ugly. I think he's teasing, but it
always makes me wonder. And my dad left, and that was
my fault."
"You needn't wonder. You're very, very beautiful." I
patted her leg just above her knee, reveling in the
silky sensation of her thigh. "I'll tell you right now,
I'd love to take pictures of you naked too. I could
never show those to anyone though, they'd put me in
jail. But it would help me to remember you, because
otherwise I'm going to think this was a dream."
She blushed all the way down to her chest. "I don't
mind. I'll let you take some, if you want to, Jim. No
one has ever been this nice to me. What should I do?"
I ran her through almost a dozen poses and perhaps
another 60 shots. One of my favorites to this day is
where she is stretched out on a boulder overlooking the
lake. The sun highlights the gold in her hair and the
deep cobalt blue of the lake provides the perfect
canvas to frame her dazzling young form.
Her left leg is straight towards the camera while her
right leg is cocked up with her foot resting against
her left knee. Her arms are over her head with her
hands providing a pillow. While I was taking a rear-
angle shot of her on all fours, she looked over her
shoulder at me and asked the question that would lead
to my utter downfall.
"Jim, what is sex like?"
I stopped clicking the shutter and lowered my camera. I
didn't do the sensible thing. Instead, I answered her
question. "It's wonderful, Sally. When a man and a
woman love each other and want to show it, it just
helps them to grow closer and love each other more."
"No, I know that. I mean, what does it feel like? How
do you do it?"
"Oh." Now it was my turn to blush. That was ridiculous
on its face as I was sitting here taking pictures of a
naked underage girl while fantasies of taking this
fledgling siren rampaged through my mind. Still, I
couldn't help the reaction.
"Well." I coughed "The man and the woman get naked and
they get very close together. There are a lot of
different ways to do it, but they all involve the man
putting his penis inside the woman's vagina, or mouth,
or anus." I took refuge in the formal terms to hide my
foolishness.
"Can you show me some of the ways people do it? You
don't have to put it in me, or anything, but I'd like
to know how to do it. And maybe you could take some
pictures so that it looks like we're really doing it so
I can see what it looks like."
My jaw dropped until it bounced off my chest. "Sally,
I'd have to get naked to make it look like we were
really doing it. Wouldn't that bother you?"
She wiggled her very naked bottom at me and giggled
that wicked little laugh again. "Jim, I got naked for
you, why should you getting naked for me bother me?"
I wasted no time stripping my clothes off. Her eyes
widened appreciably when my 6" long and 5" around dick
sprang into view. "So, what do you think?"
"I had no idea men looked like that! And look at all
that hair!" I'm afraid my chest and legs are quite
hairy.
"Do you like it?" Now it was my turn to be shy in front
of my 12-year-old model.
"Yes, very much. So what do we do?"
"Let me get this back on its tripod." I put the camera
back on the tripod while I explained. "If you want to
get back on all fours, I'll show you what's called
'doggy-style' because that's how dogs make love." She
wasted no time getting onto her hands and knees. My
mouth was dry as I approached her, my penis bobbing in
time to my pace. She was looking over her shoulder
watching me without any visible apprehension.
"Like this?"
"Almost – lower your shoulders just a little bit and
stick your bottom in the air more." She did as I asked,
"Sally, I'm going to have to touch you in some really
sensitive places to show you this. Are you sure that's
Ok?"
"Oh yes. It's Ok Jim. I want you to. I really want you
to."
"All right." I reached between her legs and slowly
stroked above her mound, watching her jump and shiver
at my touch.
"This needs to be up in the air a bit more, Sally."
She moaned, very softly, and complied. "Now, if we were
going to really do it, I'd do this." I stroked the tip
of my erection from the base of her lips to the fragile
button at the top, back and forth. "That helps your
body to get slippery and ready for me to put this
inside you." I punctuated my lecture with a slight
pressure from my hard on at her virgin opening. "Once I
put it in you," here, I slid myself along her slit and
lay down on her back, cupping her breasts in my hands,
"I'd come down here and use my hands to do things to
make you feel even nicer."
"Oh Jim. Oh. That feels wonderful."
"Or, I could do this." I sat back up and took hold of
her hips, pulling her bottom into my groin.
She groaned again, "Take some pictures, Jim. I want to
see what it looks like." I used my remote to take
several shots of us in this position, then backed off a
bit and took another one with my erection just barely
spreading her lips apart. I thought I felt her pushing
back at me, but I couldn't be sure. I wanted her so
badly, but I wasn't just going to take this innocent
flower. In this very short time she had become more
precious to me than gold or rubies. I would not hurt
her or allow her to be hurt if I could prevent it.
"Do you want to see some other ways?" I asked as I was
gliding the length of my shaft along her slit, teasing
her opening and then letting it slip down towards her
belly.
"Yes. Yes. Please show me."
"Lay on your back for me, Sally. These are called
'missionary position.' They're probably the most common
way people make love." I took a couple more shots while
she lay on her back, looking up at me with those deep
indigo eyes gazing back into my soul. Finally, I
scooted forward so that my length was just enough to
barely spread her open. "Hook your legs around my back,
Sally."
She did so, and again I teased her with my shaft. In
this position her bottom was resting on my thighs so
after a few moments, I slid my hands along the backs of
her thighs and lay my full weight upon her, resting on
the backs of her legs. "This way is always fun. It lets
the man have a lot of control."
She was panting and now I was sure – every time I
teased her slippery portal with my dick she was pushing
back. "You can let your legs slip down to my hips too."
She did so and I began slowly rubbing my length along
her slit. She was pushing herself up and into me to
increase the friction between us, repositioning her
legs several times to find the best feelings.
"Is that nice?"
She was biting her lip and simply nodded. "Here,
there's one more really common way to do it. It's one
of my favorites because the woman gets to pick what
feels best for her." I got off her and she whimpered. I
smiled as I lay back on the soft grass. 'Come over here
and sit just below my hips, Sally."
In an instant, she was astride my legs. Without any
suggestion at all, she began exploring my package,
stroking, squeezing, rubbing, and probing. I groaned
happily at her touch. Too happily – Too late I felt my
climax rising. "Oh! Sally! I'm GAAAAAAAA!" I screamed
as I came, exploding my body's essence all over her.
To her credit, she didn't even slow down. She seemed
fascinated by my actions, exploring the sticky white
fluid with her fingers. When I finally finished, she
asked, "Jim? Are you Ok? What happened?"
"Oh, Sally, you made me climax – that's my semen, my
sperm."
"I did that? Really?" She almost purred as she resumed
her stroking touch on my member. "That's the stuff that
makes girls pregnant, right?"
"Well, it would be. I've had a vasectomy, so my semen
doesn't have any sperm in it. I can't get a girl
pregnant."
"Cool." She said. "So what do I do here?"
"Well, if we were actually doing it, you'd simply raise
up a little bit and hold me straight up and then lower
yourself down onto me so that I slide inside of you.
But since we're not doing that, just slide forward a
little bit and let my penis go flat against my
stomach."
She did this, and began riding me like a cowgirl at the
Calgary Stampede. My earlier ejaculation provided
additional lubrication to the copious amounts of fluid
coming from between Sally's legs. I raised my head
slightly and wrapped my arms around her back, drawing
her to me and began to suckle at her right breast. Her
head snapped back and she began grunting as she sped up
her thrusts, obviously climaxing with my penis buried
between us.
It only lasted a short while and she paused. "Jim, I
love you." I felt her rise up, but didn't see my
danger. I felt her hand slip between us and grip my
erection and still didn't awaken to what she was doing.
"Sally, I think I …I … Sally! Wait!" it was too late.
Her weight was coming down onto me with the tip of my
penis lodged safely in the vestibule of her virgin
body.
Her eyes closed and her face took on an aspect of
intense concentration as she took me into herself. The
pressure of her untouched vaginal walls was
unimaginable. Her inexorable lowering took perhaps a
minute and I was fully within my pre-teen lover.
Fortunately for me, my finger was twitching on the
remote control so I have a wonderful photographic
record of her deflowering.
She stopped, holding me within herself, acquainting
herself with the sensations emanating from her body's
most private spaces. I was speechless. "Jim. Are we
doing it? Is this really having sex?"
I gurgled and finally managed to croak out, "God yes,
Sally. This isn't just sex. This is the best sex I've
ever had!"
The smile that spread across her face was only matched
by the radiant glow her entire body took on. She lifted
her hips slightly, and then lowered them again. She
spent a few moments thinking about this newest of new
wonderments and then repeated the motion.
Quickly she began to match her movements to her body's
desires. Long beyond any control, I matched her rhythm
with my own thrusts. I felt her begin squeezing me
within her tight little pussy and looked down to see my
glistening rod playing hide-and-seek between the folds
of her sex. I lost it again, crying her name and
bucking my hips as I burst within her.
She gasped and her eyes flew open wide as I emptied
myself into her. That Mona Lisa smile returned as she
realized what was happening between her legs and she
adjusted her speed to match my own thrashing motions.
When I had finished, she resumed her own pace.
I could only lay back and watch this angelic vision
moving above me, her face framed by the golden halo of
her hair and the infinite violet blue of the sky vault,
with the occasional cloud wheeling above us. After an
eternity of pleasure, I felt her quicken her pace and
her breathing above me. I tried to match my own climax
to hers, but I was too late. She throbbed upon my
impaling penis, her back arched, her eyes closed, her
face a frozen mask of indescribable pleasure. She was
just finishing when I followed her into orgasm,
grabbing the solid muscles of her ass and pulling her
hard onto me while my penis erupted its seed within her
belly.
Finally spent, we lay together enjoying the refreshing
breeze wafting over our grassy bower. For the first,
and only time, we kissed. Sally slowly raised her hips,
allowing my abused penis to slip from within the velvet
firmness of her vagina. She lay back down upon my
chest, resting her cheek on my shoulder.
"Jim, I always dreamed about what my first time would
be like. I never dreamed it would be like that though.
I'm sore. But I feel wonderful. I feel like I'm the
most wonderful, special and beautiful girl in the
world."
"You are, Sally."
"I can't see you again though, can I?"
"What?" I am still amazed that she was thinking more
clearly than I.
"You'd go to jail, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would." I admitted.
"We couldn't really be together anyway, could we? I
mean it's not like you could come visit me in Middle
School. I wish you could though." She sat up.
"Sally, I…" She interrupted me.
"No, don't say anything, Jim. This is the most perfect
day I've ever had and I want to remember it just like
this. I'll always love you, Jim – No matter where you
go there will always be one person who loves you.
Always. I…I'm going to go. I love you." She scampered
over to her clothes, scattered about the rocks. I
glanced at the traces of blood, semen, and vaginal
lubricant on my legs, groin, an abdomen, and watched
this gossamer dream get dressed.
The same stains were between her legs, but she seemed
not to care as she quickly slipped on her panties,
shorts, and T-shirt. She picked up her bra, turned and
gave me one of those golden-haired smiles and dropped
it on my camera bag.
Then I watched her head back down the trail, limping
slightly, until she disappeared. I removed the Flash
Card from my camera and stowed it safely, dressed,
packed my gear and headed back the way I came. I knew
there could never be any more perfect shots than the
ones I had just taken.
I keep those photos safely encrypted and take them out
whenever I need to remind myself that somewhere in the
world there is a vision of perfection and that just
once in our very imperfect world, there was a perfect
day. I remember that somewhere, a young woman remembers
me and loves me as I love her.
Legally, I committed a heinous crime. However, I just
can't convince myself that the exquisite experience we
shared was wrong or immoral. I read about girls who's
first times were being taken by a drunken boyfriend in
a thirty second encounter at a party, or who do it
'just to get it over with' and I wonder who is the
bigger criminal.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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