This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, it´s not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at ASSTR? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let me know what you like!
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The breeze swept across the field making the frosty green grass dance and shiver. The sun had just started peeping up through the golden trees. Laura smiled up at him as she focused the camera on the sparkling valley. His hand rested warm on her shoulder. Change the f stop, the exposure, as the sun climbed. After a few more shots, she stood up.
"Will, let's see what else we can find." She said softly, the imagery surrounding them hushing her words. They climbed back into the warm car--following some unknown back road--following the shadow and light. They crossed a stream misting in the early morning light, reflecting deep reds of Swamp maple and golden hues of Norwegian maples.
She stood, the breeze ruffling hair that wisped out of her ponytail. She found her shot; but it needed height. She climbed up on the rocky embankment, standing tall on top of a boulder. His hands followed her--wrapping warmly around her waist, steadying her. The camera clicked and whirred; changing exposure for certainty, and clicked and whirred again. As she turned, finished, he lifted her, dragging her body down along his. He teased her slowly, attentively.
She followed the light onto the country roads, the open, misting fields, until the sun no longer lent itself to interesting shadows. Patiently, warmly, he followed her, not submissively, but attentively. The car found itself on a dirt trail, not even a road, in some unknown park. The autumn light melted through the golden foliage above bathing them in a warm light.
Will touched her brushing his fingers against her thigh, her long skirt awry. Her eyes fluttered closed and she shivered. He leaned into her, fingers feather-light sending wild messages to her center. Fingers straying, he raised his eyebrow at the newfound knowledge of no barrier to his curiosity. He smiled warmly, his head following his errant fingers and Laura gasped, leaning back and melting into the golden light. His tongue found her own molten center drinking the liquid light he found there as her fingers wielded through his dark, thick hair.
The shifting light drew patterns on the back of her eyelids, shut tightly in ecstasy. Her grip grew tighter as her body stressed and strained to reach the lightness. As if he had a map, he touched every erotic nerve she had. Suddenly, she felt her self melt, shuddering wildly, moaning Will's name softly as her lids fluttered and all she could see was gold.
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