Road Trip (part 3) [pictures]

If you would like to catch up on previous events you can check out [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uldlzk/road_trip_part_1_pictures/) and [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ules1b/road_trip_part_2_pictures/).

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The days had begun to slide by slowly again since our photoshoot in the car. We left behind the pine forests and intermittent fields and transitioned into cow country where fields of grass divided by wooden fences dominated the landscape.

To my great relief there was no lingering awkwardness, only a renewed sense of familiarity and ease between April and I. A slow hunger burned in me but I managed to stuff it down and refrained from asking for anything more from April. The only photos I took were of cows and fields.

This is, until one early morning while I drove through a beautiful sunrise, my thoughts waxing existential and poetic. April turned to me abruptly and broke the comfortable silence.

“We should swim today.”

“Sure,” I replied quickly, not taking my eyes from the road, doing my best to suppress my imagination. I could almost see her in a swimsuit, glistening in the sun as she climbed from the water. “Where?”

“Not sure yet,” she replied as she picked up her phone. “I’ll find a spot.”

“We could use a stop at a grocery as well,” I added. “Two birds with one stone?”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Fifteen minutes later we had a destination. A small town on the banks of a river with a grocery store and well-regarded swimming holes. It was the longest fifty miles I ever drove and the challenge to keep our speed reasonable almost overcame me.

The town was small and charming but surprisingly well apportioned with shops of all kinds. There was one main street that stretched maybe two miles with restaurants, gift shops, quaint hotels, several bookshops, and at least two hardware stores. At one end was a car dealership, and at the other end the grocery store where the paved road turned to dirt and several swimming holes with dirt or gravel pull-offs opened at the side of the road.

As we pulled into the store’s lot April turned to me. “You haven’t had a lot of chances for photography this week, would you like to take some shots at the river and I’ll shop? I can meet you right after, the first parking area isn’t far.”

Was she trying to get rid of me? Did she need space for some reason? I stuffed the questions away, knowing they led nowhere good.

“Sure.”

As I pulled my camera out of the trunk April was already sweeping across the parking lot, her striped skirt swaying below her dark gray tank top, flip-flops making their unmistakable sound. Sighing, I walked back to the road, turned left, and trudged a quarter mile to the first pull-off. It was empty when I arrived. Perfect.

The narrow path down to the river was short and easy to navigate, always leading down toward the increasingly noisy river. I reached the rocky shore and turned downstream, the babbling water becoming more and more inviting as the day grew hotter. I kept moving, my eyes scanning the water and the steep slopes that slanted down toward the river on either side, taking it all in. After a while the signs of human activity diminished. It was time.

My scrambling along the river had taken me slightly uphill to avoid a steep rocky bank when I stopped at the edge of a thick clump of small trees, their leaves almost entirely obscuring the river, to pull out my camera. I had everything assembled when I heard the sound. Just one flop, then a twig broke.

I stayed where I was, screened from view by the thicket of trees, watching. There was movement, someone was snaking their way down the bank toward the river. I caught flashes of purple and blue through gaps in the leaves. Then, through a gap I could see her. A woman, putting down a big blue bag at the edge of the river.

‘I should go,’ I thought to myself, but my feet didn’t move. Instead, I raised the camera, thankful I had selected a long distance lens in the hopes of finding birds to shoot. She stood there watching the river for what felt like forever before turning in my direction, her head scanning up and down the bank on both sides. From where I was I could see her in [profile](https://i.imgur.com/3vUb9JD.jpg), her eyes still watching the opposite bank of the river. When she turned to face me I nearly dropped the camera, my eyes glued to her [chest](https://i.imgur.com/MtByTxT.jpg) through the viewfinder.

“Oh my god,” I muttered under my breath. Even from my distance her lack of a bra was obvious. Now I really had to leave. Photographing April was one thing, hiding behind trees while photographing a stranger who didn’t know I was there was quite another.

I forced my feet to move with every intention of going back the way I had come but instead found myself moving slowly and quietly the other way, staying high on the bank. I swung around where she bent over her blue [bag](https://i.imgur.com/pn5xNPL.jpg), rummaging for something inside.

‘I have to go, I shouldn’t be doing this,’ I thought over and over as I raised the camera to watch. The hunger April had awoken was boiling in my stomach and growing stronger. ‘I’ll just watch to see what she is doing. No harm in that,’ the hunger said. I definitely wasn’t going to take any pictures.

While I berated myself for my lack of decency she stood, her hands quickly raising her shirt over her chest, pausing briefly at her [neck](https://i.imgur.com/HuVbqic.jpg) before she bent and deposited it into her [bag](https://i.imgur.com/iVawqm5.jpg). My camera clicked as she moved, capturing her smooth skin, the contours of her body, and the shape of her hanging breasts.

The hunger had won.

As she pulled something [green](https://i.imgur.com/cYz43xm.jpg) from the bag I shifted and leaned out from behind the trunk of a tree to improve my angle. A twig snapped under my foot and I darted back behind the safety of the trunk. Just before I lost sight of her I was sure her head swiveled in my direction. I froze, barely breathing. She couldn’t have seen me, right?

‘She didn’t see you,’ the hunger growled. ‘Look again. You’ll know.’

Slowly, I leaned out from the tree and raised the camera. Without it I could see her but with it…..

She had put on a strapless green bikini top and her hands were now at her waist, thumbs tucked into her skirt, another strip of green fabric in her hand. Bikini bottoms. I sighed as I watched the skirt slide down her legs, her black [thong](https://i.imgur.com/HTqGJQe.jpg) likely more revealing than what was in her hand.

‘This is wrong,’ I thought as I swung myself behind the tree again. I had seen enough. Turning my back to her I slunk toward the river, moving quickly but quietly. As I reached the edge of the trees I heard her to my left, the characteristic flip-flop of her footwear letting me know exactly where she was.

I froze, suddenly realizing what it might look like if she saw me. A guy with a camera right around where she just changed. What if she guessed? What if she realized what that snapped twig was? I glanced around frantically, the only real cover a thick bush at the edge of the tree line. I darted behind it and waited, holding my breath.

Almost as soon as I was hidden she came into view, much closer than before and, due to a curve of the river, walking almost directly toward me. She walked like was sure she was alone. My hands shook as I raised the camera, silently praying the soft click of the shutter would be drowned out by the river. Her walk remained unchanged as she came [closer](https://i.imgur.com/vchNLNa.jpg).

‘My god,’ I thought as my eyes slid down her body, the bikini wonderfully framing her [beauty](https://i.imgur.com/Nwf5mof.jpg). Heat was surging through me now, my desire so strong I had stopped considering whether this was morally objectionable. I was the embodiment of my hunger.

My hands moved quickly into the camera bag, her walk taking her too close for the long distance lens I had attached. By the time I was finished switching and focused again she was at the waters edge, [tottering](https://i.imgur.com/iLfBOkd.jpg) as she stepped across the jagged rocks, not fifteen feet from where I hid. Her path took her a few steps away, my breath held in my throat as I took pictures of her back and [ass](https://i.imgur.com/3KggY2B.jpg), imagining how she might feel in my hands.

I watched as she slipped her feet into the [water](https://i.imgur.com/H96SimM.jpg), carefully lowering herself further down the slick submerged [rocks](https://i.imgur.com/d9DAJwO.jpg).

“Ah!” she squeaked as she [slipped](https://i.imgur.com/njOf6CB.jpg), more of her legs quickly entering the cold water.

I stifled a laugh and her head swiveled in my direction. I ducked further behind the bush, silently berating myself for my stupidity. Discovery was not an option.

I counted slowly to thirty, not moving, barely breathing, and hoping that was long enough to convince her I was not here. When at last the hunger overcame my fear I peeked out and saw the she had moved toward me, skirting along the rocks at the edge of the river toward a deeper spot, her bottoms [wet](https://i.imgur.com/rWy0CJh.jpg) from her movements in the water. There she stood, water at her upper thighs, [grinning](https://i.imgur.com/71HgOOL.jpg) in the sunshine as she contentedly scanned the treetops along the bank. For a moment she was smiling directly at me, but the moment passed just as quickly as it had come.

She stood gazing into the [water](https://i.imgur.com/RpYhFxk.jpg) while I studied every inch of her. She slipped her hands into the water and [splashed](https://i.imgur.com/82kCN34.jpg) before raising her face to the sky, eyes closed tight, her smile [growing](https://i.imgur.com/Xsbi4LK.jpg) as she took in the warmth. The moment was so pristine I almost felt bad that my eyes were snaking down her chest, tracing her toned abs, and settling on the mound between her legs, fantasies running wild in my mind.

After a few moments she stepped slowly backwards into the deeper water, [lowering](https://i.imgur.com/5To3uDc.jpg) herself into the cooling liquid with short [gasps](https://i.imgur.com/4fD4BOb.jpg) as her stomach disappeared. She took three deep [breaths](https://i.imgur.com/Ou01dgb.jpg) before lowering herself further, a short squeal escaping her lips as her [chest](https://i.imgur.com/qbRzVxA.jpg) was submerged. She lay forward in the [water](https://i.imgur.com/B3TJ3k4.jpg) and drifted for a moment before pushing herself up with her hands and [standing](https://i.imgur.com/psoyuV2.jpg), water cascading from her body. For another fleeting moment she looked in my direction. My hunger told me that look meant she knew, that she consented to my watching. I knew the lie.

Fear got the better of my hunger as I eased myself behind the bush just in case, listening to the sounds of water dripping as she climbed back onto the bank. When I regained my courage the sun had already removed much of the dripping water from her skin but I made sure to count each [droplet](https://i.imgur.com/juRZmwf.jpg) that was left. As she [turned](https://i.imgur.com/q5rtQCZ.jpg) and began to make her way back to her bag I decided I was done. This had been enough. It was time to get back to April.

Instead, I found myself back on the slope of the bank, closer than before behind a gnarled old giant of a tree that leaned out over the water. I could still see her wet footprints close to where I hid.

Instead of a towel she retrieved a fluffy white [bathrobe](https://i.imgur.com/C7ZGIpI.jpg) and slipped one [arm](https://i.imgur.com/8IxFU2E.jpg), then the [other](https://i.imgur.com/9sKRzNi.jpg) inside. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she pulled it on, my eyes watching the sun [play](https://i.imgur.com/zkEunFl.jpg) on her skin while she shrugged it over her [shoulders](https://i.imgur.com/s7OT0Gm.jpg) with a flourish.

The heat in my stomach flared as her body [disappeared](https://i.imgur.com/pzB4gZl.jpg). I wanted more. Needed more. My jaw clenched in frustration.

Abruptly, her arms swung behind her back, [sweeping](https://i.imgur.com/WGYiDyz.jpg) the robe with them.

‘Oh god, she’s changing,’ I thought as her hands came back in front of her, pulling at her wet [top](https://i.imgur.com/jzDaa5M.jpg). Time slowed to a crawl again as her hands fell away, the bikini coming with them, her small, perky breasts suddenly exposed. The cold water had turned her small nipples into [points](https://i.imgur.com/btxZKhG.jpg) rising from tiny areolas. The moment was short lived as the robe drifted in front of her [breasts](https://i.imgur.com/BM5vr05.jpg), her movements to drain the water from her top doing little to [expose](https://i.imgur.com/mHaizyD.jpg) her again.

She bent to put the top in her bag and my hunger soared. ‘What about the bottoms?’ I asked myself. ‘Please!’ I shouted in my head, almost in a rage. As she [stood](https://i.imgur.com/B8x2ywF.jpg) my mind spun in circles, panicked thoughts and desires pushing out everything else.

Fuck, I *have* to have this moment.

Her hands drifted to her [hips](https://i.imgur.com/Qn01Ykv.jpg) as her eyes lifted and scanned the forest. Did they linger on my hiding place? Was I just seen?

No. Impossible. I remained as still as stone, barely breathing. I had to have the moment. No cautionary ducking would deprive me of this.

Her thumbs tucked into the [waistband](https://i.imgur.com/NnwgPlc.jpg). Arms moved. The wet fabric peeling away from her [skin](https://i.imgur.com/GRV6cBO.jpg), exposing tan lines on her hip.

I stopped breathing.

She bent at the waist, bottoms clinging to the inside of her [thighs](https://i.imgur.com/PFTwSQo.jpg), then finally sliding freely down her [legs](https://i.imgur.com/ZxwCtex.jpg) until she stepped [free](https://i.imgur.com/BuBVP4T.jpg).

When she straightened the robe remained [untied](https://i.imgur.com/RSyUUiV.jpg) but revealed nothing but the side of one [breast](https://i.imgur.com/D5M6TnG.jpg).

‘*Move*’, I willed the fabric with my thoughts as she raised her arms to adjust her [sunglasses](https://i.imgur.com/Wli8ZFd.jpg) and tussle her [hair](https://i.imgur.com/SmtRlqC.jpg).

‘MOVE!’ I screamed in my head as she replaced the sunglasses, the robe widening ever so slightly, exposing the top of her smooth [slit](https://i.imgur.com/7vD2Tek.jpg). I let out a slow exhalation as she shifted, the robe allowing a better [view](https://i.imgur.com/3uXxuf3.jpg) down the middle of her body.

“Fuck,” I whispered as she took hold of the edges of the [robe](https://i.imgur.com/wS6hqW4.jpg) and overlapped them, cutting her body off from my [view](https://i.imgur.com/5AoUo8T.jpg). She hugged the soft fabric around [herself](https://i.imgur.com/0RH8qzX.jpg) and crossed her arms over her chest, looked directly at my hiding spot. She [smiled](https://i.imgur.com/Xz4z5pE.jpg) before turning away, taking her bag, and walking up the bank in the direction she had come.

I lowered the camera and sighed, finally drawing a deep, full breath. I couldn’t tell if the look was for me or if she simply smiled. It didn’t matter.

It was time to return to April.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ulf375/road_trip_part_3_pictures

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