Photomodels
I'll warn you right away. The story is not mine. Several years ago, I came across it on the internet, and it appealed so much to my photographer's soul that I saved it. Now I'm sharing it with you, dear readers.
The bank of the Volga, sand, trees. The sun was already quite high when I decided to leave my cabin for the beach. After yesterday's disco at the neighboring tourist camp, I returned to my cabin around six in the morning. Having slept until noon, I got up, washed my face, and, deciding not to go to the cafeteria—to be honest, the food they gave us there was only good for chasing vodka, and I didn't feel like drinking in such heat—I left the cabin.
From the veranda, a
wonderful view opened up. It was about twenty meters to the water. In front of each cabin, rowboats were half-pulled onto the shore. Across the wide channel stretched countless islands and islets covered in dense forest. On some of them, you could find a decent spot for swimming, and beyond these islands was the main channel of the Volga.Taking the bag with my camera, two spare flash drives, and a pack of cold beer from the table, I headed to the shore. I stood by the water for a bit, pondering where to go, though the question was rather rhetorical because to photograph nature, I had to row to the islands. The entire shore, as far as the eye could see, was built up with tourist camps.
Putting my things in the boat, I pushed it into the water, jumped in, and headed towards a small island deep within this chain. I had noticed this islet quite a while ago when we were taken on a pleasure boat ride. I was drawn to the small, gentle sandy slope and the lush greenery, but what attracted me most was the complete absence of people there. The opportunity to be alone, outside my own cabin, was practically non-existent at our tourist camps.
The journey took about forty minutes—quite far, which explains why vacationers didn't swim to this islet. When the boat's bow hit the shore, I breathed a sigh of relief. Tying the boat to a tree trunk, I headed towards the beach. I had deliberately tied the boat near the trees, where it was less conspicuous than on the open sandy shore. Settling under a small tree on the cool sand, I took out a bottle of beer, opened it, and drank it with pleasure, almost in one gulp. Then I opened the second one and began sipping it slowly, savoring the moment.
When it was empty too, my hands had somewhat recovered from rowing. Now I could get to shooting. I stood up, hid the bag with the remaining four bottles in the shade under the tree, and went deeper into the island. The camera hung on my chest, and the empty bag dangled at my side. I spent quite a long time choosing a suitable panorama. Finally, I found what I needed. After taking a few shots, I heard some voices. Damn it, I had only gone a few meters from the shore, and someone had managed to appear there. Through the foliage, I saw two girls trying to drag the bow of a boat onto the shore, but they were struggling. On the side of the boat was the name of their tourist camp.
They were quite attractive: slender long legs, neat butts, thin waists. One had short dark-blonde hair, the other had light hair tied back in a ponytail. Unfortunately, I couldn't see their faces, but it seemed to me such girls couldn't be anything but beautiful. Judging by the fact they were wearing T-shirts and swimsuit bottoms—though they could hardly be called bottoms—they were probably planning to swim and sunbathe naked. Mechanically raising the camera and catching the right moment, I pressed the button. Then, reviewing the image on the display, I was once again convinced they were very attractive, especially when bending over. Their tanned, flexible bodies and smooth skin aroused me, but I didn't want to sit in the bushes and watch them, secretly taking photos.
"Hello," I said, stepping onto the shore. "Am I disturbing you?"
"Oh!" the blonde exclaimed. "Where did you come from?"
"Sorry, of course, but I've been here for quite a while," I replied, smiling. "Photographing nature."
As I had assumed, their faces were very pretty. The blonde—big blue eyes, a slightly upturned nose, plump lips hiding dazzlingly white teeth. The second girl was practically a copy of the first, the only difference being her hair color. It crossed my mind that they might be twins.
"And where's your boat, or did you fly here on a plane?" The girl with dark-blonde hair took the initiative. "How did you get here?"
"There's my boat," I said, pointing a finger at my skiff.
As if on command, they turned their heads in the indicated direction. Seeing the boat with the name of my tourist camp written on the side, they noticeably relaxed. The first smile slid across their beautiful faces.
"So, you're a photographer?" The blonde's eyes sparkled.
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm a photographer," I replied, "but I'm very passionate about photography."
"Really? You wouldn't tell by the camera," the second girl continued to impress me with her observation and sound thoughts. "My acquaintance, a professional photographer, has a camera much simpler than yours."
She hit the mark. The camera was very high-end. My friend brought it from America and gave it to me for my birthday, along with a bunch of accessories and a laptop, which was now in the safe with the camp manager. Actually, he had brought this camera for his wife, who worked for a newspaper, but upon returning from the States, he found her in bed with two lovers at once. Being very proud, he immediately filed for divorce, and this equipment first lay in my apartment like in a warehouse, then became my property.
"Yes, the camera is very good," I answered.
"Please show us the nature you were photographing here," the blonde asked.
I raised the camera, quickly deleted their photo, and handed it to them. It was clear the girl with dark-blonde hair was very knowledgeable about such things, as she focused on the shots I liked the most.
"Not bad, but why so few on this island?" she asked, looking at me carefully.
"I've only been here for half an hour at most," I replied.
She sat on the side of the boat and began reviewing the shots again. I approached her and asked:
"What caught your interest?"
"I can't understand why you took these shots from this angle?" she replied thoughtfully.
"Ah, these?"—Yes, the girl was not only familiar with a professional photographer—"I want to make a photo collage, if I don't find another activity this evening."
"What do you have... Oh, sorry, you! And you have a computer with you?" Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Maybe we should get acquainted and switch to 'you'?" I suggested. "My name is Dima."
"Natasha," the blonde quickly replied, and, nodding towards the second girl, said, "and this bore is called Diana."
"Very pleased to meet you," I replied.
"Us too!" Natasha quickly replied, looking at Diana.
Diana stuck out her pink tongue at her, then turned towards me and smiled, looking into my eyes.
"Dima, you didn't answer."
"Yes, I have one, if you don't believe me, I can show you tonight," I answered. "As I understand, you're vacationing at the neighboring camp?"
"Alright, we'll see," Diana didn't want to believe it.
"Oh, come on," Natasha intervened in the conversation. "Look at us, two photographers. If you're such fanatics of this, I've long dreamed of being photographed," she paused for a moment and added with a smile, "maybe even in different poses..."
"Yeah! Dream on, do you know how much one photoshoot costs?" Diana was answering Natasha but was watching me very carefully.
"Maybe I want to shoot where they pay *me* for it," Natasha replied. "Maybe that's my dream."
"I see," Diana smiled. "Uterine rabies again?"
"Fool!" Natasha took offense.
"Girls," I intervened in the conversation now, "let's not argue. If you want, I can take some photos of you, just don't fight. Okay?"
They silently looked at me, then glanced at each other and began taking bags with their things out of the boat. They spread a large blanket on the sand, and meanwhile, I took out the bag with beer and offered them some. Strangely enough, they didn't refuse. We sat on the blanket. They were a bit shy of my presence; their T-shirts remained on. I suggested they take off their T-shirts. After a bit of hesitation, the process began. Natasha was the first to get rid of her T-shirt; her breasts were delightful. Fully formed, with small nipples pointing in different directions. Catching my gaze, she ran her hand over her flat stomach and raised her hand to her chest, touching her nipple with her finger, causing them to tense and stand up.
"Such beauty should be immortalized," I said, swallowing, and reached for the camera. "You don't mind?"
"She's only waiting for that," Diana spoke up, and, pausing, added, "I'm curious, if you were offered to shoot in a porno, would you agree right away or put up a bit of a show for decency's sake?"
"Right away!" Natasha replied, rolling her eyes, feigning pleasure.
Thinking a bit about which angle to choose, I pressed the button. Diana watched me with curiosity. Then we looked together at what we got. The shot captured the girl's firm breast and delicate neck against a dazzling blue sky; the nipples pointing in different directions gave the picture an indescribable eroticism.
"Not bad, without preparation," slipped from Diana.
"Cool! Will you give me this photo?" Natasha's eyes sparkled.
"Of course, I will," I assured her.
"I want more, is it difficult for you?" Natasha looked at me with a pleading gaze.
"Maybe his memory card is already full?" Diana intervened.
I silently stood up, took my camera bag, and took out two more cards. Natasha, clearly not understanding what was being discussed, looked at me with surprised eyes, while Diana smiled mysteriously and, slapping Natasha on the shoulder, said:
"Seems like you'll try everything today."
"Really? Is this film?" Natasha didn't know that digital cameras use memory cards.
"Yes, film," Diana smiled. "Get ready, we're going to shoot you now. Dim, you don't mind?"
"Of course not," I replied as indifferently as possible, although something indescribable was happening inside me. Once I tried to photograph a nude girl, but she was so self-conscious that I barely had the patience not to yell at her, so after that, I didn't quite adequately perceive such an opportunity. But Natasha was clearly not like that; her sexuality spilled out with every movement. Good thing my swim trunks somewhat restrained my "little friend," or he'd be sticking out like a lamppost.
Diana undoubtedly knew very well what and how to do. She so skillfully helped me by correcting Natasha's actions and poses that it delighted me. When about fifteen shots were taken—and these were finished shots; the ones we didn't like, I quickly deleted—I noticed how brightly both girls' eyes were shining.
"Well, Natashka, shall we shoot some erotica?" Diana looked at me flirtatiously.
"I'm always agreeable, but what about you?" Natashka came up behind her and her hands from below embraced her breasts, hidden under the T-shirt.
Diana shuddered, her body covered in goosebumps, and her nipples instantly hardened, showing through the thin fabric. When I started raising the camera to capture all this, Diana slowly threw her head back, clearly playing along. Natasha, with rapture, stroked her breast and stomach, slipping her hands under the T-shirt. Soon the T-shirt was tossed aside. Diana's breasts were now in view; they looked a bit smaller than Natasha's, but the nipples were larger. In a word—beautiful.
Now Natasha began kissing her shoulders and neck. Diana's eyes closed in pleasure, and her hands moved from her breasts and now stroked the firm thighs. I started walking around them from the side and, ending up behind them, photographed them from below. The shot turned out perfect. Natasha's firm little butt, divided by the light blue strip of her panties; the pink petals of her slit peeked out from both sides under that strip. It was noticeable the fabric was wet; Natasha was already wet. Her hands were already stroking Diana's butt; she did it so erotically that I only managed to press the button. Soon her little hands began pulling down Diana's swimsuit bottoms. She clearly liked it; she threw her head back, her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and a light moan periodically escaped them. Natasha's tongue was already caressing her back. Soon the panties joined the T-shirt lying on the sand. The dark hair on her pubis was neatly trimmed and resembled a checkmark.
Diana turned to Natasha, and their lips merged in a kiss. This sight was damn arousing, especially when Diana began taking off Natasha's panties. When her panties also ended up on the sand, Diana knelt down, and her tongue began to caress first Natasha's stomach, then slid down her light pubic hair to her pink slit. Natasha only spread her legs wider, opening the way to her treasure. Now I found myself behind Diana's butt. It looked very appetizing: a small dark spot of the anal opening, pink, shiny from her juices, the lips of her slit, and the swollen clitoral hood. She clearly saw where I was and, without breaking away from Natasha's slit—causing loud moans from her—Diana began spreading her buttocks with her hands, opening the hole of her vagina to my view.
As you understand, all patience can come to an end, especially when such things are happening in front of you. Putting the camera aside, I placed my hands on top of Diana's hands and pressed my tongue to her slit, caressing her tender pink lips, the excited clitoral hood. At first, she shuddered, not from feeling my touch, but because I began sucking her clitoris. Then, tearing herself away from Natasha's slit, she began to moan incoherently, constantly breaking into a cry. Natasha looked at me; her eyes sparkled with excitement. She walked around and knelt beside me, watching intently as I licked her sister's hole. When I began immersing my tongue into the vagina, I heard Natasha's moan added to Diana's cries. Only after I looked at her did I notice Natasha massaging her clitoris with her finger.
With one hand caressing Natasha's tender, wet slit, and with my tongue continuing to lick Diana's hole, I could hardly restrain myself from jumping up, throwing off my swim trunks, and inserting my cock into one of these tender holes. My chin was all in Diana's juices, and my fingers were in the juices seeping from Natasha. Diana jerked, her cry abruptly cut off, her body trembled finely, and she came. Her body went limp, but she remained standing in that pose. I turned to Natasha. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was ragged, her skin was covered in goosebumps. Realizing she was also in a pre-orgasmic state, I intensified the movement of my fingers in her slit and caught her protruding nipple with my lips. A minute later, she came, crying out loudly and dousing my fingers with thick fluid.
When their moans subsided and thoughts returned to their eyes, I, looking at them carefully, began to take off my swim trunks. My cock immediately assumed a combat position. Natasha reacted to this with enviable enthusiasm. Taking it by the base with her hand, she closed her plump lips around the head. Her tongue worked wonders, giving me indescribable pleasure. Diana silently stood up, took the camera, and began photographing us. Natasha, with rapture, sucked and licked my cock. It would almost entirely disappear into her, then she would squeeze her