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Leila´s Picnic Weekend

... black item with a short strap attached that he tied to a belt loop, and then he walked up behind Leila and put his arms around her chest, pulling her back tight against his body. His hands caressed her sides, and he said quietly into her ear: "We made it in time. Look over to your left, at the waterfall, where the stream enters the lake. See the rainbow?" Leila looked carefully, and saw that the sun through some very oddly shaped foliage, had created a circular rainbow, like a multi-coloured halo in the spray from the falling water. The only thing she had ever seen that was even remotely like this, was a similar halo around the shadow of the plane she was in on the clouds below. It was a very striking sight, that was almost worth the humiliation of being dragged over 100 miles, totally naked.

Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 3

As David's hands continued to caress her, she leaned back against him, and revelled in the feeling of arousal that pervaded her. It seemed to match the vision of the halo somehow.

After several moments of bliss, she heard David say, "We must come back here some time with my cameras, so I can get some proper shots of it; but I'll just take some test shots today." He took a tiny notebook out of his shirt pocket and untied the small point-and-shoot camera from the belt loop. He stared to take a number of shots from various locations along the beach, climbing onto rocks, walking back almost into the forest, and forward to the very edge of the lake, ...

... making quick notes after every shot.

"He'll want to shoot me next," she thought to herself as she watched him work. She shuddered violently from apprehension at the thought of her vulnerability to embarrassing pictures, naked, defenceless, her private parts on total display, her nudity captured forever on film. "He'll shoot me like this then show them to my co-workers." She blushed furiously at the humiliating thought; she saw a small photo -- postcard size -- tacked to the bulletin board at her office; the entire staff stopping by the board, ignoring the management's memos, gazing fixedly at the eight by ten glossy of her standing on this beach, wearing only the sheen of perspiration and suntan lotion; she blushed a deeper red as she heard their personal comments about the poster of her tacked to the bulletin board. She shook her head as she returned to reality, her breasts heaving with the deep breaths she was now taking. She felt her arousal dripping down her legs, and smiled at herself. She had to get that imagination under control; a non-existent photo had grown from small shot to a poster in her fevered mind; besides David would never to that to her. Would he?

She glanced at him again. He wasn't even photographing her. He was shooting a damned rainbow, for pity's sake. Why wasn't he shooting her? He always said she was pretty. She knew he didn't really think she was good looking at all. She was furious with him, yet she was still aroused, her nipples standing out, ...