Finding Myself Pt. 01

We met up in the kitchen and made sandwiches, grabbing crisps and fruit to make up an acceptable picnic and departed, glad to leave Debbie's taunting, though amused by the untruths on which they were based.

The Priory itself was fascinating. It consisted of little more than a series of half-demolished walls, partial arches and rooms and stone lines in the grass, but information plaques told stories of its history. We wandered through, reading the information, and whispering about what wonderful backdrops some of the structures would make.

There were few people present. An elderly couple, clearly local history buffs, a few 'hippy' types, sitting around, presumably trying to recapture pagan vibes. One group held hands and chanted quietly. Local Wiccans, we guessed. There were also a few couples, probably similar to us, searching for somewhere quiet to escape prying eyes and just hold hands, stealing kisses and perhaps a little when away from prying eyes.

Most disappeared after a general wander round, preferring the beach, or maybe just feeling too hot in the midday heat. The structures offered little shade from the overhead sun.

We ate our picnic and Josh set up his camera, explaining that he really did want some photos of the Priory, as well as those which were our main intention. He really wanted to get images without people 'getting in the way', and while people wandered in periodically, as the afternoon proceeded, there were generally fewer.

We made our second perambulation, intended to be for images of the Priory, but I was getting excited. As he snapped away at a moderately preserved arch, I had a quick look round, and, spotting no on-lookers, undid my dress. Subtly, I stepped into the photo, pulling the material wide apart.

At first, he looked a little annoyed and lowered his camera, then he spotted my lingerie, and the way I posed against one column of the arch, and began to snap again. I stayed there, in various positions until I saw a couple approach in the distance, at which point I pulled the sides of the dress together and stepped back.

We moved on. This time, I was unbuttoned, and just opened my dress with a tall, rough wall behind me. This time, I slipped the dress off my shoulders and reached behind me, unfastening my bra and letting it drop loose - still covering me loosely, but allowing my nipples to be seen. I lowered both dress and bra to my elbows before the same couple as previously appeared.

This time, they appeared around a corner, not close enough to see anything - and regardless, I dragged my dress up and around quickly enough to ensure they saw very little - but definitely closer than before.

Josh shot a few more images of the wall, before we moved on once more. This time, it was a small 'room', two sides of which remained, to the edge of the main structure. Anyone approaching would be behind the walls, as there was only a field and a wood on the other side.

This time, I removed my dress and slipped off my bra. I popped the dress loosely over my shoulders, posing with it open, then around my waist, and with arms over my head, revealing my whole body and pretty thong. I found that if I turned round and raised my arms, the dress lifted above the bottom of my bum, showing about two thirds of my cheeks.

I was leaning against the wall, bum sticking out, with just a piece of string between the cheeks, when Josh gave a beaming smile, and said:

"Hi."

It was a warning to me of people approaching, and I quickly pulled my dress around me again. I was covered, but acutely aware that anyone close enough for Josh to speak to would probably notice that the buttons were undone, and might even see that I was braless, with erect nipples. The fact that I held the dress tightly against my breasts made it quite likely that my bullet-hard points would attract attention.

The same young couple as before wandered round the corner. Both were Afro-Caribbean, and in their early twenties - similar to us. He wore shorts and brightly coloured t-shirt, which clearly demonstrated his muscular build. He looked as if he trained in a gym, but was not a bodybuilder. No doubt he supplemented his keep-fit regime with sport - football maybe, or cricket.

She, too, wore shorts, and a tie-dye vest. She was quite slim, but well-endowed, and her skin was more coffee coloured than her partner, who was more mahogany-toned. Her hair was long, maybe helped by extensions, and braided with rainbow strands. She wore a badge with the pink, purple and blue flag supporting bisexuality, and the slogan 'inclusion not exclusion'.

Although it was beginning to feel as if they were stalking us, I took an instant liking to them, despite feeling rather uncomfortable.

"Hi," greeted the man, with a broad smile, "it's a cool place, isn't it?"

"Shit," I thought, "they want to chat." I tried to communicate with Josh telepathically, and begged him to move on. If we chatted for more than a few seconds, they would be certain to see what we were doing.

Josh glanced at me, as if picking up my thought-messages, and I spotted the evil twinkle in his eye.

"Hi. It's fascinating. I love the dark history behind it."

Clearly, Josh was intent on embarrassing me, knowing that it would turn me on - and he was right. The thought of these people knowing that I had been posing for revealing photos excited me.

"It's so photogenic," mused the man, "I wish I'd brought my camera. We wanted to have a look first, then come back with my kit and get some really classy shots. Then I got a message saying I need to get back to work, so we probably won't have chance."

"Bummer," replied Josh, "I think I've got some great shots."

Clearly, the man was a photography nerd, like Josh, and the two of them started a discussion about light quality, filters, fill-flash and composition. The woman sidled over to me.

"Boys and their toys," she mumbled, "I'm Celeste and he's Marcus."

She held out her hand for me to shake. A shock ran through me. I wanted to shake, but that would mean releasing my dress with my right hand and grabbing it with my left, and would make the fact it was undone very, very obvious.

Spotting my dilemma, Celeste laughed loudly and withdrew her hand.

"Sorry," she giggled, "couldn't resist. We spotted you posing by the arch, and guessed what was going on. Don't worry. When your guy's into cameras, you either pose or get dumped."

I smiled, grateful for her understanding and open-minded approach. I didn't mind that she knew what was going on - I was quite pleased to meet someone doing the same things, in fact, it provided validation, as I had wondered if we were 'weird' in our habits.

Celeste continued. "Yeah. He's really pissed off because he wishes he could get some pics of me here, but I don't like him using his phone. Phones can be hacked, or people see things by accident. He takes pics, downloads them and sticks them on memory sticks. That way we can look whenever we want, but the password means no-one else can, and they can't be hacked."

I liked the idea. It was pretty much what we were doing, but I thought we should formalise the arrangement between us.

"Of course," went on the attractive girl, secretively, "we sometimes share with 'special' friends. One of our little kinks."

I laughed, liking her more by the second. Their relationship sounded very similar to ours, which made me feel comfortable. We chatted a little more, comparing relationship 'rules' and red lines, and finding that we were almost identical in standards, then discussing how we met - she had been a friend of his sister for years before they got together - much as Josh and I had known each other for most of our lives.

Suddenly, she turned to her partner. "Marcus. Can I have a little word?"

They moved away, while Josh and I stood together.

"He's cool," said Josh, "I really like him. Are you getting as well as you seem to be?"

I nodded and filled him in on our conversation, and was just about to suggest we spend some time walking and chatting with them, when Marcus turned round. He smiled, showing his teeth, clearly about to make a proposal of some kind.

"OK," he began, "Celeste had an idea. I forgot my cam. My bad. But I want pics. How about we go round together, and you take them?"

Josh looked at me. It seemed our own 'sexy photo session' had come to an end - however, there would be other times, and the company was good.

"Sure," replied Marcus. "Tell me what you want and I'll send them to you."

Marcus grinned again. "Nah. You're not getting it. I want you to carry on with your own pics - don't want to interrupt - and take some of Celeste too. Maybe both girls together, if Jen's OK with it."

My heart raced, and I was suddenly very wet indeed. Of course I was OK. I'd be stripping off for this lovely guy and his lovely girlfriend - who was bi, if her badge was anything to go by - and also have her stripping off with me. It was perfect.

I almost shouted my agreement out loud, but controlled myself to seem casual.

"Sure, why not?" I said. "If it's OK with Josh."

Josh nodded. It was definitely OK with him. Celeste was lovely, and I knew her boobs were drawing him.

"OK. Let's start," enthused my fellow model, "I'll go first - think you'll feel better that way."

She was right. I suppose there's always that lingering fear that someone might take a quick snap with their phone and run away laughing. In this case there was no such problem.

Celeste moved into the building and began posing. She was much better than me, maybe just more talented, but maybe because she had more experience.

She pouted and simpered, seducing as she slipped her straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Marcus directed, and he was clearly knowledgeable.

Steadily, she showed more cleavage, until the dark crescents of her nipples showed. Then she undid her shorts, sliding them over hips, showing the top of her bum.

She was not wearing a bra. Although her breasts were large, they were quite firm, despite a pleasant wobble beneath her vest as she moved. Her skin was beautiful. Smooth, the colour of mocha, it glowed as she pushed herself into alluring shapes, teasing.

Slowly, she rolled her vest down, her breasts falling free. They were large - about the same size as Debbie's, but firmer. Her nipples were dark brown, with large areolae, some two inches across. When Debbie's nipples were erect, they barely stood out - maybe a centimetre or so - but Celeste's erected like mine - prominent and solid. At home, I had hung four CDs on mine, and I guessed Celeste could manage at least that many.

We swapped, and I repeated my slow, seductive dress-opening, and showing my bum as I bent forward. Marcus helped, guiding me in my poses, and constantly telling me how lovely I was.

I didn't model for too much longer, as Josh already had quite a few pictures of me there, and as I was about to move on, Celeste stepped in.

"And now, together."

At first, we posed standing alongside one another, breast to breast and bum to bum, then she dropped on one knee beside me. She placed her hands on my hip, lifting my dress to show the front of my knickers, and rested her head against my breast.

Steadily, under Marcus's direction, she turned her head, placing her mouth directly next to my nipple, simulating sucking it - then she moved forward, taking my nipple in her mouth and sucking as I threw my head back and gasped. Her hand travelled to my inner thigh, touching the fabric of my panties.

I wanted this to continue - I wanted to have sex - but suddenly, Marcus announced:

"Amazing. Let's move on."

Celeste grinned at me, her eyes promising more to come, as we covered ourselves and moved into the open again.

There were very few people around now. The Wiccans still sat in their circle, only seven of them, so hardly a full coven, and couples wandered around through the ruins, but there were plenty of vacant areas where we could continue our activities.

We selected another small pair of walls, this time with an arched window behind us, and the remains of what seemed to be a fireplace. Bricks protruded from the walls - ideal, Marcus pointed out for placing feet, hands and arms to enable poses across different levels.

This time, Marcus positioned himself so he could see easily if anyone approached.

Celeste removed her vest completely as Josh clicked away, then slid her shorts down slowly, revealing her 'Brazilian' style knickers.

Her bum was not slim and muscular like mine, but rounded, with a slight wobble, which she emphasised by shaking it vigorously. I suppose she was what people call 'curvy'. Her flesh was not dimpled, and there was barely any cellulite, but every curve was rounded, her hips were broad, and her bum was, as she said, 'made for twerking'.

She stood aside, making way for me.

I, too discarded my dress, posing in just my thong, very aware of the dark spot between my thighs. I climbed on the small protrusions in the wall, spreading my legs as I did, offering front and back views.

As I clung to the wall, legs spread, buttock muscles taut, I felt Celeste's hand. She stood next to me, breast resting on my leg, hand high on my thigh, as she kissed my bum. I climbed down, determined to enjoy touching her, as she liked touching me.

I moved behind her, grabbing her breasts. They felt heavy as I lifted them, soft and pliant. I slid my hands over her nipples as she leaned back, resting her head on my shoulder, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

Steadily, I shifted to take her nipples between my fingers, squeezing, pressing, pulling as she breathed deeply into my ear, emitting soft sighs of pleasure.

We faced one another, and began exploring as we maintained eye contact, happy and excited at the feel of each other's tits. We leaned in and kissed.

"Stop!" Exclaimed Marcus. "Shit. Sorry. Cover up quick." I dragged on my dress, as Celeste whipped the vest over her head and leapt into her shorts. Just in time, as a middle-aged couple strolled round a corner, reading information from an on-line guide to the site.

We all came together, giggling about our close call. Marcus apologised.

"Sorry. I was just too busy watching. Shit. You two are so fucking sexy."

Josh nodded. I glanced at his shorts, and it was fairly obvious that he had an erection. He looked thoughtful.

"Look, how about moving over by the woods. No-one goes there, it's sheltered by the bushes, and we can do this in private. No more interruptions."

Celeste and I looked at each other, and I'm not sure whose face was more seductive. She replied for both of us.

"Oh yeah. Let's go."

We wandered across together. Josh and Marcus talked cameras, while Celeste and I walked in silence at first. Eventually, I decided I needed to tell her what was on my mind.

"I wanted some pics of Josh today. I wonder if he'll want to with you two here."

Celeste looked at me and grinned as she slowed down, ensuring the men didn't hear.

"Girl, I want pics of Marcus. It's only fair. I want him naked and hard. His dick's gorgeous - not huge, but I love it."

We walked a little further, both plotting.

"I really wanted a few pics of Josh ... y'know ... orgasming ... shooting his load."

Celeste's eyes gleamed.

"Oh yeah. Let's make 'em do it. Both of them. We get naked, start playing, get them horny as hell. Then we stop. Say no more till they strip off and jerk off - then we get off with each other for them. Sound good?"

I smiled, loving the idea, but with a little twist.

"How about we help them? I love the idea of your skin against Josh's. The contrast would be so cool - you could jerk him off."

"You are wicked," she replied, "and you jerk off Marcus. Mmm ... you wanna mouthful of his cum? Cos I gonna swallow every drop of your guy's."

We doubled up, chuckling at our plan, as the men looked back at us, confused at our laughing, but aware that it had something to do with them.

After five minutes of walking, we reached a pleasant, secluded spot. There was a low hedge behind us, fields either side, and we were in a clear, grassy inlet in front of the woods. We sat down together and spent a while just chatting and laughing, before Marcus suddenly clapped his hands, and said:

"OK. Let's get on. Don't want the shadows getting too long."

Josh stood and checked his camera, moving back to an appropriate distance and snapping a couple of test shots. Celeste and I leaned close together and embraced one another. She reached across and cupped my breast, squeezing gently, then turned and kissed me, pressing her full, soft lips against mine. I responded enthusiastically, more than ready for this.

We stayed on the grass, sitting up for now, as she undid my buttons, one by one, allowing my dress to fall open. It felt as if my nipples held it in place, as I reached for the bottom of her vest, pulling it up and over her head, letting her gorgeous boobs fall free. I began to tease her nipple, tweaking it, pinching, drawing it forward into a rigid peak, as she opened my dress wide.

We played with one another's breasts for a while, finding the right pressure and actions for maximum stimulation. Then she dropped her head, sucking and mouthing me, both of us breathing heavily as she slipped my dress off my arms.

I reached for her shorts, unzipping them, and pulling them wide, but unable to push them over her wide hips. Ever the model, she stood, towering above me as she slid them down her legs, bending at the waist to present her bum to the camera. She knelt over me, playing with my tits as she looked down, while I reached up to fondle her.

We rolled over, so I had better access to her body, now kneeling between her widespread legs. I glanced down, seeing the white, lacy knickers, desperate to see what lay beneath, and bent forward to kiss her. Steadily, I worked down, from her neck to her breasts and nipples. I shuffled my knees backwards, pushing my bum in the air, still conscious of my role as a model.

Reluctant though I was to abandon the breasts which flattened so sensuously on Celeste's ribs, I moved down to the soft covering of flesh over her stomach muscles. I nibbled and licked, finally finding the top of her panties, and running my tongue along the elastic, making her shiver. My hands took hold of the soft lace and drew the fabric away, revealing a neat runway of black hair, and beneath, brown, puffy lips, glistening with moisture and ready to be parted.

I moved further down still, allowing my tongue to trace a line down the wiry hair, touching the swollen lips and tasting the fine, musky juices exuding between them.

I moved back,, slipping her final garment off as I went, then knelt beside her, so Josh could move in to take photos of her pussy. To help him, I shuffled round, knees straddling her head, so she looked directly up at my tiny, sexy thong, and bent forward over her.

I parted her labia, exposing the deep pink within, pulling her lips wide for the camera, before I began fingering her swollen, and very obvious clitoris. She pulled at my panties, dragging the string from between my buttocks, making the black hole between very visible, along with my swollen lips below.

As I held her pussy open and fingered her, so she held me open as Josh moved round to capture my dripping vagina - one of his favourite photographic subjects.

I bent forward, and touched my tongue to her clit, making her writhe with pleasure, and put her arms around my waist, pulling me down on to her. I licked from top of slit to her small, dark hole, wiggling my tongue inside and lapping her juices. It was yet another new taste. This time, heavier than Connie or myself, a more heady aroma - yet still that muskiness, a leitmotiv of femininity.

I moved to work on her clit, as I pushed my fingers inside her. Meanwhile, she licked me, her hands touching my anus as she pulled my buttocks wide apart. I pushed two fingers inside and began to shove them rapidly in and out, feeling more than hearing her moans, which I replicated as she fed on my clit.