Leila´s Picnic Weekend - Sexgeschichten

Leila´s Picnic Weekend

... in the waterfall, listening to the change in the sound as her naked body blocked the falling water. The rainbow had long since disappeared. She realized that she had not seen it after David had finished taking his test shots; he had actually had a reason for hurrying on the way here; if he had allowed her to dawdle around getting dressed, they would have missed that beautiful sight. She sighed as she realized he had kept his reputation for the truth, she could not claim that he had pulled her from her house naked for no reason.

Eventually, David indicated that it was time to move on. "I know the path out of here is a bit difficult for you. I'll take the hamper back to the tracks by the path, then you can swim across to the stream and climb up to the tracks at the side of the bridge. It's reasonably easy to climb, it's getting from there to here that is the problem if you mind getting wet."

Leila thought this was an excellent idea; she did not want to walk that overgrown path again if she could avoid it. She also agreed that she would wait on the beach until he reached the railway bridge, then swim over. David picked up the hamper and in a moment was hidden from her sight. She could hear him pushing through the undergrowth for a few seconds longer, then nothing but the sound of the falls. She was alone.

Sheena strode along the beach, deep in the wilderness, far from the works of man. Naked in the forest she lived, alone. She was ready to fight wild beasts to protect ...

... herself. Sheena listened for the sound of an approaching enemy. An unknown sound in the distance. Sheena existed no longer, only Leila naked, vulnerable, alone. Had she heard the approach of a wild beast? The most dangerous beast of all, man? Would she have her throat torn out, or would she be raped repeatedly before having her throat cut?

A loud whistle caused her to start violently, before she realized it had come, not from the forest, but from the railway. David had whistled to get her attention, standing at the end of the bridge, and waving her over to him. "I must get this imagination under control," she thought as she slipped into the lake. "I never used to have such strong fantasies. I wonder why they are so rich now?"

She swam across the lake and partway down the stream before it became so shallow that it was easier to walk. David's voice guided her to the best place to climb the steep embankment to the tracks. She climbed quickly, bent over, using both hands and feet to climb the rocky slope. As she neared the top she looked up to see David in the very act of taking a shot of her.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking your picture. What did you think?"

"Why are you taking my picture?"

"I told you when we first met that I like to photograph pretty women, and that I like to photograph naked women; what did you expect me to do when I have a camera with me and a pretty, naked young lady in front of me?"

Leila couldn't reply. The fear and vulnerability had ...