I steer the motorboat along the isolated North Florida shore. We are both naked.
“Thank you for doing this for me,” you say. “I hope it works.”
“OnlyFans has gotten boring,” I say. “There’s only so many ways to do a robe drop with a double bed in the background, and only so many ways to finger yourself on that bed. Trust me, this will make your Only account legendary.”
We reach an isolated beach. I anchor the boat and jump out – the water is only up to my waist. I take you in my arms and carry you to shore.”
“I can swim,” you say.
“To start the first shoot, I need you and your hair dry,” I tell you. On shore, I roll out a towel and place your tiny naked body on it. “Okay,” I say, handing you a pale green silk robe, “Put this on.”
I take several pictures of you robed on the towel, not getting your charming breasts or pretty, pretty vagina. It isn’t time yet. “Stand up. Look lonely.” You do so. “Spread your arms wide. Let the robe drop … still lonely and sad, ok? Now … go over to the driftwood log. Mount it as if you were mounting a lover but stay looking pensive … kneel on the sand. Embrace the log … your feeling is not returned, it’s a dead thing. Bow your head and cry.”
The tide comes in as you “cry.” I place a small gray item in the surf and photograph it floating ashore. “You are curious … pick it up.” I get several angles of your naked body at the water’s edge. The object is a dildo perfectly crafted to fit your vagina. “Turn it over. Examine it a few times.” You do so. “Kiss it. Now … place it between your legs.”
“Um,” you say, “what about splinters?”
“That’s not driftwood,” I tell you. “It’s spalted wood, soaked in seawater for decades and hard as steel. No splinters. I whittled it to fit you with my own hands. Now go to town.”
You lean back against a smooth log and apply the dildo. The sun warms you. The sea, which is moved by your beauty, has offered itself to you as a lover. I take pictures from your side, your front and close, close up. I also catch the look on your face as you reach ecstasy in the warm sun, the gentle breezes playing with your hair. “Rise. Slowly walk to the water …” I get front and side views, including closeups of your breasts, vagina and the hand holding the gift of the sea. “Wade in. Keep wading. Up to your breasts. Spread your arms, embrace your new lover, the sea … let go of the dildo. It will disappear between the waves … Look back on the shore one for one moment. Bow your head. Dip your body beneath the sea, you are joining your new lover … you only have to hold that a moment, then we’re done and you can wade back.”
You start to do as I asked, then stop. “Wait a moment. I’m not throwing away a great new dildo just for your scenario!” You toss it to the shore. We laugh. You dip beneath the sea.
The next scenario is a more conventional sunbathing-nude set, but there are moments when you spread your lips open and present them to the sun, seeking to feel the warmth on your clitoris. It rises up. You finger yourself. I get a good shot of your clitoris as you cum and then, moments later, your o-face, kissed by the sun. “I like working with you,” I say. “It’s so nice to take pictures of someone who can almost orgasm on command.
“What do you mean, ‘almost’”, you say, pretending to be miffed. We both laugh.
“OK, now we need to get your skin out of the sun before you burn.” We walk up to the forested top of the dune. “The theme for the third set is, ‘animal.’ Lots of crawling in the sand.” There’s a patch of trail which I cleared of vines and stickerballs yesterday. You crawl back and forth. There’s a tree with soft bark. You crawl around it, sniffing. I’ll shoop a Florida panther in the branches. You embrace the tree, rub your breasts and even vagina against it, rub it against your backside, climb it and “ride” a heavy limb, while the panther ‘watches.’
“Last set!” I call. Down at the water’s edge I inflate a life raft and you set down so you can paddle out. I am in jeans and a jacket, standing at the wheel of the boat, scanning the sea for danger. I see you on the life raft, waving and pleading. I bring the boat alongside and you board, making no effort to cover up. You embrace me to show your gratitude for rescue, open my jeans and take my penis in your mouth. Off camera, your dainty hands give me the shot. The next thing the camera sees is your mouth covering me. I ejaculate. Cum drips down your face as you smile. I undress and we make love with my penis in your vagina. The boat is anchored is the shallows, but now the tide is going out. The water is choppy, rolling our bodies together as if the sea itself wants to be a part of our lovemaking! We are far enough from shore not to have to worry about mosquitos and the canopy provides enough shade. I love the sound of your orgasms, so even after I come, I lick you and finger you until the shadows are long and it’s time to go back.
At dinner in the marina, you play with your phone. “There!” you say looking up. “I changed my flight for the day after tomorrow – we’ll take an extra day! What shall we shoot?”
I think for a moment. “I think you would make a good wood nymph in the oakwoods by the Georgia border.”
You smile.
Four weeks later, your Only account is setting records.
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