Ann: A Love Story Ch. 47

I continued to press the shutter, making the little motor whir as the camera spit out picture after erotic picture. I looked past the camera for a moment, to see Ann in contrast to the entire backdrop. Her tan skin looked odd on such a cool, harsh landscape. It seemed like she was somehow dropped there by accident instead one of the California beaches that were more suitable for the way she looked...like Venice Beach, or Malibu, or even Laguna. Sure, all of those were in the southern part of the state, but Ann had that look. And yet, she also looked perfectly natural perched up on that rock.

As I looked back through the viewfinder, Ann said, "You've only got two pictures left, baby. We'd better make them count." She changed from an elegant and tastefully erotic pose, to one that was lewd and, well...hot! She sat on the rock and slowly raised her knees up so that her soles of her bare feet were on the edge.

Ann not only spread her legs, she took her left hand and used her middle and ring fingers to spread open her labia, showing me her sweet pink hole. I didn't know if it was intentional or not, but I couldn't help but be drawn to the image. Of course, my eyes had snapped to her pussy anyway. Being a hot-blooded heterosexual male, it was imbedded in my DNA. If a woman opens her legs and spreads her pussy lips, your eyes are going to practically jump out of your head to get a look, for fear she'll close her thighs all too soon. But my brain was pulled in to the sexy picture before my eyes, the one that I was about to actually take with the camera.

The reason I was so taken by how Ann was spreading herself for me, was the way she was holding her hand. My focus wasn't just on her pussy and how she was splaying it open for me. It was also on the engagement ring on her finger. Her thumb was tucked under the palm of her hand, and she was using it to slowly move the ring, making it even more noticeable. I couldn't help but think of Missy for a moment, and the ring she had attached to one of her pussy lips. If I wasn't hard before, I certainly was when I imagined Ann with a similar ring.

I took a close up picture of Ann, and then I moved next to the rock, to take a close up of just her pussy. Ann smiled and said, "I was going to do another pose for you. One that I'm pretty sure is your favorite from what I've noticed. Are you sure you want to waste your last Polaroid in this?"

I looked up, and Ann was licking her lips. I nodded and said, "You're right. We can't use the Polaroid for this. It's not good enough." I dug through orange bag she'd handed me, and pulled out my 35mm Nikon.

As I pulled off the lens cap and started to focus the lens, Ann panicked. "Wait...I thought the pictures you took at the airport were on that roll of film. And the ones from Pebble Beach are...and..."

"Just the ones from Pebble Beach...I changed rolls earlier in the week. But why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter? Where will we get them developed?"

"I'll worry about that later. I just know that someone as beautiful as you deserves better than what the other camera can do. And I'm tired of settling for average pictures of you when you're like this, when I have a camera that can show just how gorgeous you really are."

Ann's nervous smile washed away with the outgoing current, replaced by a new, confident smile.

"So...we're going to do this? We're really going to take dirty pictures of me and then find a way to get them developed?"

"There's nothing 'dirty' about you, Ann," I said as I looked through the camera and framed the shot. "Are you okay with this?" I asked, before I pressed the button to open the shutter.

Ann bit her lip, and slowly nodded. "Yes...do it baby. Take a picture of my wet pussy!"

I heard the distinctive sound of the camera firing, taking a couple of rapid pictures, and a chill ran down my spine. We'd just crossed another line. And Ann was feeling the excitement too. She slipped her middle finger deep into her pussy, and I took another couple of photos, and I could hear her groan happily. I was still focused on her ring, and now that I could actually zoom the lens in and out, it gave me the freedom to be more creative. I took one of her ring, while her finger was pulling out, the wetness on her knuckle making me shiver with excitement.

Or maybe that was just the breeze. A big burst of wind came ashore, bring along with it a big rolling wave that crashed onto the front edge of the rock formation, and Ann let out a little shriek as the ocean spray hit us. Snapping her legs shut, she said, "That...was cold!"

I didn't wait. I put the cameras away in the bag while I was running back over the sandy shoreline, retrieving Ann's clothing as fast as I could. As I ran back toward her, she had climbed down off the rock and moved towards the cliff. She was hiding from the suddenly stiff breeze in a little nook that had been created in the craggy surface of the big wall of the cliff.

When I got to Ann, she was shivering, but she was also laughing. "MY HERO," she yelled as I started to hand her her shirt.

I stood between Ann and the water, shielding her from the elements as best as I could. "Hero?" I said with a laugh of my own.

"Yes, my knight in a dull gray sweatshirt, running down the beach with his big stiff sword in his shorts to save my clothes from peril."

"Careful...I could always pull out that sword. And it's very sharp," I said, playing along.

Ann pushed the shirt I had in my hand aside, and instead, took the shoes I'd picked up and quickly slipped them on her feet. Then, she grabbed the hooded sweatshirt and put it on, but she didn't bother zipping it up. Kneeling in front me, her knees sunk in the sand as she reached up and opened the fly of my shorts.

She looked up at me as she reached her cold hand inside, grabbing my hard shaft and pulling it out, exposing it to the same elements she'd been experiencing. "I'm not sure if you're aware of it, but I'm a sword swallower," Ann said with a quick wink. A moment later, her lips were up against my pubic bone as she took my shaft all the way down her throat.

Ann sucked on my cock for a couple of minutes, before she finally let it fall from her lips. Standing up, she turned around, putting her hands against the rough surface of the earthy wall in front of us. Jutting her ass out, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Go ahead, baby. Stab my pussy with that big thing."

I grabbed Ann's hips and buried my cock all the way inside her in one violent thrust. I couldn't help myself. My sudden need to shove my hard prick deep into her warm, inviting pussy hit me. I needed to feel myself all the way inside Ann at that moment. But I also felt the need to get my wet shaft out of the air. She let out a playful little yelp, but soon she was groaning as I bucked my hips mercilessly.

I always thought that if I were ever lucky enough to find a woman that was willing to have sex on a beach with me...it would be one of those movie moments. We'd be lying together on a blanket in the heat, the sun setting over the water in the distance as we made passionate love to each other long into the night. This wasn't anything like that at all.

Perhaps it was the setting. We weren't on a beach that invited that kind of lovemaking. We were on a beach that was more rugged and harsh, weathered by the rough seas and torrent winds that were native to the local climate. Maybe we were on a beach that's very existence demanded that we fuck instead. The beach was loud and aggressive, and Ann and I were just following its lead as we pounded each other like the water hammering into the nearby rocks with each wave.

For Ann and me, it was the shortest sexual session we'd ever had. At most, we fucked for maybe 10 minutes. With the conditions, we were both focused on getting each other off fast. That was always the beauty of our relationship. It never seemed about our own orgasm. It was always about our lover. I grabbed Ann's breasts, her hard, cold nipples wedging between my spread fingers. I used her tits to pull her into me as I fucked her harder. Ann's nails were digging into the dirt of the cliff side, and I imagined what they would have felt like on my back.

Ann came first, screaming as loud as she could as she exploded all over my shaft. I was right behind her, my cum racing up my shaft at almost at the same time as she came, pumping her hot cunt full of even hotter sperm. I held my cock deep inside her, standing on my toes, almost lifting her ass off the ground. It was like I was trying to shoot even deeper into her. When I finally pulled out, Ann turned and hugged me tightly.

"God that was fantastic baby. I've always wanted to fuck here."

"Here?" I said, looking around, a little surprised that I'd apparently just helped Ann fulfill another little fantasy.

Ann pointed at how shoreline was shaped, and the way the water rushed up and slammed into the rocks over and over again. "This place just feels like the ocean is ravaging this little cove, and the cove seems to give it right back. I don't know...it may seem strange to you. But to me, it's like they're forever coupled, and as the tide rolls in, they have rough, explosive sex together. Whenever I've come here, I kind of feel like the spray is...the beach having an orgasm."

I laughed as I handed Ann her shorts. "Wow, babe...that is the most amazing analogy I think I've ever heard."

"Well, it might help you to know that I always get really horny when I go to any beach. So I've always had sex on my mind when I come here."

"I'm just glad I made you cum here," I said with a smirk.

"Me too baby," she said as she pulled her tight shorts up her sexy legs. "Wow!"

"Wow...what?"

She smiled and said, "Oh...these shorts are just kind of...snug. I can feel your cum moving inside me. I don't think I'll ever get over how much you can shoot, baby. I'm warm on the inside now, that's for sure." She zipped up the front of her hoodie, not wanting to take the time to put on the shirt in my hand. "But I'm cold on the outside. Let's get going, Neil. Our last day in California isn't over yet."