Ann: A Love Story Ch. 16

Ann lit up the camera. As photogenic as my ex used to be from a glamour standpoint, she still came off as plastic most of the time. Or maybe wax was a better term. Ann may not have been a model wannabe, but she was more lifelike, and more beautiful in front of the lens. And that image was enhanced because of her eyes.

The ex had lifeless eyes, probably because she had no soul. Okay, that's the bitter ex-husband explanation, but it was a fact that she had dead eyes, like a doll. Ann's were not only alive, they were vibrant. The deep brown seemed to reflect the surrounding light and made them sparkle along with her brilliant white smile. Her poses didn't seem staged or forced. She was relaxed and just flowed in and out of her surroundings. She looked comfortable, and that made me feel that way.

We'd taken quite a few pictures of each other, in almost every setting in the gardens. We were making a second round through one of them, looking for more picturesque backgrounds to use, when the smile on Ann's face went from sensuous and alluring, to flat out sexual heat. Her eyes were on fire, showing not only that she had a soul, but that it was without a doubt a passionate one.

Ann had her eyes on a tour of people that were coming up where we were. We got out of the way so that the guide could describe in detail the various plant life that was in the setting without us blocking the view. We stood behind the crowd of about 25 or so people and listened casually to the scripted monologue of the guide. Ann wasn't looking. She was standing right in front of me, facing me, giving me that sexy gaze as she leaned in close to me.

"I'm feeling naughty," she said as she took my hand and brought it to her chest. Lowering her zipper a little, she placed my palm against the bare flesh between her tits and bit her lip as she moved my wrist, forcing my hand under the material. I found myself fondling the underside of her left breast, my fingers drawn like magnets to her erect nipple.

When the group moved on to the next destination along the tour, Ann looked behind from where they came from. It looked like all the people in the room we were in, were involved in keeping up with the guide. There was no one behind them on the pathway, and they had moved around the corner out of our view.

Ann moved over to where we just were and leered at me. "Get the other camera out," she said as she looked in both directions to make sure the coast was clear.

As I put the regular camera in one of the big pockets in my shorts, Ann quickly lowered her zipper and slipped the yellow fabric over her shoulders. In seconds, she was striking a seductive pose, topless in front of an amazing floral display. I focused and took a quick snapshot, the film releasing out of the front of the camera, waiting to develop.

Before I knew what was happening, Ann had herself covered again, and was dragging me behind her as she tried to catch up to the tour. We waited on the guide to finish the next prepared speech, watching the black square of the picture transform into a full colored image of Ann's face and bare chest.

It was amazing, but Ann said, "We can do better than that."

The tour moved on, but we didn't, staying at another display of exotic vegetation. As soon as we were sure we were alone, Ann unzipped and bared herself again, this time going just a little further and showing her strip of pubic hair. I took a picture, and it was off to follow the group again.

Ann's strategy worked. By following the tour, but hanging back when they moved on, we were allowed privacy on practically every stop. There were a couple of times where we couldn't take the picture we wanted because of someone coming from the other direction, but for the most part, it allowed us to have alone time in front of some of the most amazing scenery imaginable.

About halfway through the tour, Ann grabbed the camera from me and said, "Your turn!"

I was a little concerned to start, and on the first one, all I did was take off my shirt and give her a quick pose. She took a picture, but said, "You're going to have to try harder than that if you want me to go all the way, baby."

"What do you mean, all the way?"

"I want a picture of you naked. And if you do, I'll not only do the same, I'll show you pink," she said with an evil little snarl to her voice.

So, to get a picture that would get me off the rest of my life, I had to give her what she wanted first. If I were a more cynical man, I might have thought that it was all a set up, and I might do my part and she wouldn't live up to her end of the bargain. But Ann wasn't any woman, and the way she was acting told me that she couldn't wait to get undressed again.

After the tour moved on at the next stop, I decided I'd give her want she wanted. I ripped off my shirt and quickly unbuttoned my shorts. I was not only glad I hadn't worn underwear, but that I'd gone without a belt. It was one more obstacle I didn't have to fool around with. Unzipping, I let gravity help and just let go; my shorts dropping around my ankles.

Ann giggled as I stepped out of my shorts and sandals, and stood totally naked in front of the jungle scene.

"God, you look like my own personal Tarzan!" she said as she took a couple of pictures.

"Tarzan wasn't blond, and he had a loin cloth."

"Not when Jane was horny, he didn't!" she said as I scrambled to get dressed. My half hard cock was starting to grow rapidly, and I had to wedge it down my leg to get my shorts on. At that moment, I was thanking my lucky stars that Ann had wanted me to go first. If I had watched her go first, I might not have gotten my shorts back on at all.

Ann handed me the camera, and I quickly put in a fresh pack of film as we hurried around the corner. We never caught up to the tour again. They had already left the next spot, which was hard to believe because it was the most amazing we'd seen so far. In the jungle setting, there was a lush tropical rain forest surrounding a mini waterfall. Ann looked at me and gave me a big hug.

"Let's do this!" she said excitedly.

Getting into position, Ann scanned around the periphery. Feeling as secure as she was going to get, she backed closer, right up against the boundary of the display, and she lowered her zipper again. Slipping the jumpsuit off her shoulders again, she let it slip down her sexy frame and drop to the floor. Stepping out of the pile at her heels, she moved it off to the side and struck a very sexual pose. I worked fast, trying to keep up with her poses.

After a couple more shots, Ann squatted down and spread her feet a little to give herself better support. She spread her knees wide, and reached down. I got low and pressed the button as she spread her pussy lips for me. One final pose had her keeping her legs spread as she squatted, and cupping her breasts, pushing them together to create a little more cleavage. Her expression was unmistakable, and I knew it was time for us to go find someplace more private.

I stood in front of Ann as she pulled her jumpsuit back up her sexy legs. She was zipping up just as two couples walked up the path to where we were standing.

One of the women looked at the waterfall and said, "Isn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen."

Ann was the one who responded, saying, "Yes it is. Be careful you don't get too close though. I got really wet standing right about where you are."

The woman looked at Ann like she was nuts, since there was no way any of the water could have splashed that far. Of course, Ann wasn't talking about that kind of 'wet', but the woman didn't know that. The funny thing was that even though physics would tell you it was highly unlikely for her to get any water on her, she still backed up a step or two.

Ann giggled to herself as she grabbed my hand. "Come on, baby. Let's go."

I stuffed all the photos into my pocket and we walked outside. Ann was practically dragging me along beside her. The car was parked on the top covered floor, which was the fourth of the level. As we went into the structure, I started to head up the stairs, but Ann stopped me and hit the elevator button. With a vision of us having sex in the elevator in my head, and my mind was doing handsprings, and I hit the brakes and waited for the elevator car.

It turned out Ann wasn't that daring. She actually was even MORE daring. We made out in the elevator; her hands fondling my cock through my shorts while I slipped my hand inside her outfit again and played with her tits. But that was just a warm up. She broke off the kiss when the door opened on our level, and she grabbed my hand again, pulling me toward my car, which was still the only one on our level.

I unlocked the doors thinking we would be getting in the back. But when I opened the passenger door, Ann had other ideas entirely. Tucking herself in behind the door, she was hidden from view of anyone that might drive by, and we were on the opposite side of the garage from the stairs and elevator. Ann kissed me again, and the stood back and unzipped her jumpsuit one more time.

In seconds, Ann was standing on the concrete in just her black heels, and the gold chains around her waist and ankle. She turned and bent over, placing her outfit on her car seat, and exposing her glorious backside to me. Holding herself in that position, Ann looked over her shoulder.

"You just going to stare, or are you going to join me?"

I was going to join her, but first I wanted to 'document' the event. I threw took the Polaroid and snapped a quick picture of Ann bent over, and she gave me a look of disgust and said, "Men! Always making a woman wait!"

I put the camera on the roof of the car and took off my shirt. Lowering my shorts, I stepped out of them as well. If Ann wanted me to 'join' her, I was going all the way. My I put my cloths on top of hers, and my hard cock bounced as I moved forward. Knowing the chance we were taking, this wasn't going to be a long, drawn out session of lovemaking. It was destined to be a quick, hard fuck.

Easing my cock into my favorite pussy, I began long hard strokes. Ann grabbed the door frame of the car at the roof, and rocked her ass back into me. Having gotten ourselves all worked up inside the Botanical Garden, we were both very energetic. We found out early on that everything we said was echoing off the concrete walls and barriers, so we kept ourselves as quiet as we could. And even with that, our grunts and the slapping sound of my body hammering Ann's reverberated throughout the structure.

I reached up and grabbed the camera again, and took a shot of my cock entering Ann from behind. I took two actually, thinking she might like one for herself. Putting it back, I grabbed Ann's tits and fucked her harder. She was trying hard not to scream out. She must have remembered her Mom's words earlier about learning to stick something in the mouth to keep the screaming in check, because Ann spied my spare set of winter gloves sticking out from under the passenger seat where I keep them. Bending over further, she grabbed one and bit into it, effectively muffling her cries of passion as she began to cum.

With Ann bent over like she was, I felt an incredible sensation on my shaft. I held my hand on her lower back, letting her know I wanted her to stay like that. She looked over her shoulder and I could see her smile around the glove in her mouth. She reached back with her left hand and grabbed her thigh, and she had her other hand on the seat as she tried to steady herself. Her eyes closed as she rode another wave of her orgasm, making her legs shake rapidly.

With her cumming again over my dick, and the increased pressure on it, I felt my balls start to contract. Tapping Ann on her back, she knew I was ready to pop. She spit out the glove and spun around, getting on her knees. I grabbed the camera again as she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking the head while she jacked off the shaft. I took a couple of pictures just before I threw my head back and blew my load into Ann's voluptuous mouth. She moaned as I filled it with a big hot load of my seed.

When I finished, Ann held my cock next to her open mouth. She had closed the back of her throat, and she was holding my entire load for me to see. She smiled and gave me a wink and a little nod toward the camera. I aimed the lens in her direction, and she let some of my cum seep over her lips, giving me a slutty image to shoot. I took two more pictures, one for each of us, and she faithfully swallowed the contents in her mouth, and then used her fingers to scrap what she'd let ooze out back in. She didn't want to waste a drop.

I was still breathing heavy as I looked down at my girlfriend. She had never looked more beautiful to me than at that moment. And it had nothing to do with her being naked, or what we'd just done. It was the smile. She was as happy as I'd ever seen her, and that made her the most gorgeous woman in the world to me.

My stomach growled, and I looked at my watch. It was closing in on six o'clock.

"I famished. Ready to get something to eat?"

"Well, I just had dessert. I suppose I could chase that with the main course," Ann said as I helped her up.

We shared a quick kiss, and got dressed. I wasn't sure what the rest of the night had in store, but I seriously doubted we could top what we'd just done.