My name is Joel and I consider myself an artist. I’m a photographer for the love of the moment. That means that I take pictures to stop time, to fix a specific moment, object, person, or color in my memory. When I look at the pictures I’ve taken I can remember the noises, the perfumes, and everything else comes back to my memory. Some of my pictures have been published in books and shown in exhibitions under a pen name. I care for my anonymity because it allows me to take pictures without being noticed.
For my profession I’m very perceptive for details that could escape the most and I studied a lot about body language. My artistic soul taught me to be more perceptive, more sensitive to what is surrounding me, people, animals, flowers, buildings, everything that could attract my attention. When I was in grade school I’ve been bullied because my schoolmate thought I was gay and for a while I thought they could have been right. It was in seventh grade when a teacher gave me the tools to understand myself, that I realized I wasn’t gay. But this is another story.
I travel around the world and I walk, long walks during which I can catch the objects of my next photo shooting. I’m always ready to take a picture with my camera hanging on my neck to capture the moment with my lens. Sometimes I have to be quick to seize the target, and quiet to not scare that same target, be it a human being or an animal.
It was the beginning of June when I arrived in a small town in the Midwest and I was walking around malls when I saw a very nice scene of a little girl tying the shoes of a younger one, probably a younger sister. When I take pictures of people I try to be discreet and to hide their faces to protect their privacy, especially being children. I generally erase those with faces unless they represent people I know or that signed a disclosure agreement.
I was behind a fountain taking pictures of those girls when in the corner of my eye my attention got captured by a movement. I moved my telephoto to find out there was a woman inside a store talking to a couple. The woman was likely an employee because she was wearing kind of a uniform and an apron, but her smile was amazing and enlightened her surroundings. I started shooting pictures of her face focusing on her smile and her eyes. She was talking with the couple and they were laughing together. I zoomed out just a little to capture details of her body and her hands, when I realized that she was talking and smiling with her whole body. It seemed that they knew each other.
I checked the store’s name, and it was a confectionery. That woman didn’t have a perfect body, but it was enticing and that uniform wasn’t doing her justice, but that was probably the purpose. The apron was hiding her breasts but from the side looked absolutely perfect. I immediately felt the need to know her and hear her voice.
I put my camera in the bag and headed to the store. I got in at the moment the woman was waving off the couple, so I held the door open for them.
“Thank you sir,” the man said, “if you need to buy a cake ask that lady there to help you, she’s great on helping customers.”
“It was our first time here,” the woman added with a happy cheering voice, “and that lady treated us as old friends but with courtesy. She’s amazing and we’ll be back for sure.”
“Thank you for the advice,” I said waving at them. I entered the store and was greeted by a woman, but not the one I was looking for. On her nametag I read JoAnne.
“Good morning Sir, how are you doing today?” JoAnne said. Her tone was polite, but her face was saying: I don’t want to be here.
“We have samples for our guests if you want to try. Today it’s a lemon cake. Believe me it’s out of this world.” This was her, the woman I saw with my camera. Her accent was kind of exotic, or erotic was most likely. Her name tag said Camilla. I made a beeline toward her, politely dismissing JoAnne. She obviously wasn’t happy with my choice. She tried again asking me if she could help me, but I just started talking to Camilla and ignoring JoAnne. I was probably rude, but she wasn’t right for that job either.
“I need your help,” I said to Camilla. “I’ve never been here before but the sign on the window caught my attention.”
She started talking about the store, the products, in a very gentle voice. I could see her passion for her store. She probably was the owner or a manager. I was studying her body, her voice, her accent, her eyes, her hand using them in the conversation.
“I traveled a lot around the world,” I said. “With your North European look, you can fool people, but not me. Your accent is different, and you use your hands talking.”
“Nobody ever guessed where I’m from. I bet you’re not different,” she challenged me.
“Italian,” I said smiling.
She blushed smiling and her smile was breathtaking. She was smiling with her whole body and her eyes lit up.
“Yes! How do you know? Have you ever been to Italy?”
“Yes, many times. It’s one of the best places in the world, not only for the food and the history, but for the people. How long have you lived here?”
“Almost nine years.”
“Your accent is still strong. I don’t mean it in a negative way, believe me. Your accent is very exotic,” stressing the x.
“Now you are making me blush,” she said. “Is there anything I can do for you today?”
I could feel her embarrassment and her attempt to move the attention away from her. Was her coworker the reason? Or maybe she wasn’t used to receiving compliments. JoAnn was moving closer to us making rough movements. She was rude.
At this point I was utterly attracted to Camilla and her accent was seducing me. My mind went to a very dangerous direction, dreaming of Camilla naked under me, imagining her red hair covering her mound and her sensuous breast in my hands. I was fantasizing about her saying “I’m cumming” with that exotic accent. I felt my cock twitching in my jeans. I had to think of something else before I was making a show.
“Sir?” she called bringing me back to Earth.
“Oh sorry! I was thinking of the person I want to give a present and my mind went away for a moment. What were you saying?”
“No problem,” Camilla said. “I was explaining our decorations. Can you tell me what’s the occasion and if it’s for a woman or a man?”
“Oh yes, it’s a gift for a woman,” I said. “For my mother.”
When I went to pay for the gift I made sure to slip my business card beneath the credit card. I winked and Camilla blushed again. I loved to see her blushing. While I was waiting for my decoration to be ready, I continued talking to her. I was disappointed when my decoration was ready, and I had no excuse to stay. Hopefully, she’d decide to call me.
It was later that afternoon when my phone signaled an incoming text message.
– Hi Joel! This is Camilla from the bakery. This morning. Do you remember?
– Of course! Where R U?
– In the parking lot outside the store.
– BRT in 3
I was approaching the parking lot and I saw Camilla standing by a car, but she looked uneasy. When I got closer, I asked her if there was something wrong.
“Oh, uhm, I was just thinking about the text I sent you. I don’t know you. You could be… well I don’t know. I should be more careful with strangers, but you looked ok,” she explained. Her eyes were brighter than that morning.
“I know, I’m sorry. Here,” I said showing her my ID, “I’m a photographer and believe me this is not usual for me, too. I’m generally shy, but this morning when I saw you I really wanted to know you. Do you mind walking a little?” I said, trying to break the ice and make her comfortable. What I really wanted was to kiss her, but it was way too soon.
“Yes. It’s a wonderful evening and after a long cold winter, I need to spend time outside. Nobody ever wants to walk nowadays,” she replied nervously but more at ease.
“For my profession I find that walking I can see more subjects to capture that I would miss otherwise,” I explained.
“Same for me. I love taking pictures. Not that I am a photographer, far from that. I just love to capture what Mother Nature has in store for my eyes and recall the memories one day.”
“Where were you hiding?” I asked looking at her, mesmerized. Her accent was exciting, and her eyes lit up when she talked.
“What do you mean?” she asked surprised.
“Oh, it wasn’t a real question. I mean, I was just thinking that the fate brought us together today. Do you believe in these things?” I asked
“Like ‘everything happens for a reason’? Absolutely.” She sounded happy.
Walking we arrived in front of a steakhouse.
“Are you angry? I’m starving and this is a good place,” she said.
I couldn’t understand, then I realized what she wanted to say, and I chuckled, “You probably meant that you are hungry, not angry!” I corrected her.
I could see the change of mood in her eyes, she was upset. “Oh my! I hate that. I generally pay more attention when I speak, but sometimes I let go and then, see what happens? I should stop speaking but I can’t,” she said, blushing more and more, and probably she was on the verge of tears.
I felt bad. I shouldn’t have chuckled. I didn’t want her to feel she couldn’t talk to me. I took her hand in mine, squeezing a little, and said, “Please, don’t stop talking and don’t feel embarrassed. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, I apologize. The thing is that I love your accent. It’s sexy. More than sexy, it’s very erotic. I loved it from the first moment you talked to me this morning. I want to hear your voice and your accent forever.”
“Really? Why? My voice is stupid and childish,” she said, “My accent is strong. In my head it’s fine, but when I heard a recording of me talking, I was disgusted. That’s why I prefer to write, nobody hears my accent and my voice when I write. It’s the same when I take pictures and post them on Instagram. The captions are most of the time in Italian. It’s safer. You know that my friend spent an hour to teach me how to say “daughter” and “water”? And even then I’m not sure I’m saying it right. This language is so confusing and now I’m talking way too much.”
I was looking at her, but she was avoiding my eyes. I could see that she was about to cry. What she just said came from her heart and she probably never said those things to anybody. I could feel the intensity of what she just shared with me. She needed a moment to rally before I could reply to her. I wanted to hug her so badly, to make her feel better.
After a moment, probably a few minutes, she raised her head with a shy smile.
“Listen,” I said in a low and calm tone, “it was rude for me to chuckle, but it wasn’t for your accent or your mispronunciation. It was only because I had to do something to change the direction of my thoughts. I’m here with a beautiful Italian woman, with an incredibly sexy accent, and a body to dream of, and all these is arousing me. I needed something to distract me, or I was going to ask you to skip dinner and go to my hotel room. So now, who should be more embarrassed between you and me?”
She couldn’t believe my words. “Are you saying this just to make me feel better?”
“No, it’s exactly what I think. Don’t tell me you don’t know how sexy you are,” I said.
“I- no, I have no idea how sexy I am. In fact, I think I’m not sexy at all. I’m getting old and I’m overweight, no matter how hard I try to lose weight. Not to mention- never mind,” she said hesitant.
“What do you think if we grab something to go, sit on a bench, and take advantage of this wonderful night?” I suggested cheerfully.
“I think it’s a great idea. Let’s go. There is a park not far from here and it’s wonderful for a walk at night. You might find subjects for some pictures,” she said.
“I already have a beautiful subject right before my eyes,” I said making her blush again. I decided that my mission was to make her blush because she was amazing.
We grabbed some sandwiches and water and followed the path inside the park. There weren’t many people around, just a few joggers. There was an artificial river with a few benches and a wooden bridge. We sat down to eat, and never stopped talking. She was a very interesting person with a very peculiar life. I have never thoroughly examined all the circumstances involved in a transfer to a foreign country, but she gave me an idea and it’s not an easy step.
I saw a bush of flowers with a skunk and went there to take some pictures. I know how to walk around a skunk to avoid the stinky spray. Meanwhile Camilla went to the bridge and leaned on the railing. I saw her and took some pictures without her noticing. She was so natural, so beautiful with all her perfect imperfections. I put the camera back in the bag and walked toward Camilla. I hugged her from behind making her wince, but I couldn’t resist any longer.
“Shhhh it’s just me,” I whispered in her ear. “I wanted to hug you since I saw you this morning talking with that couple.”
“What couple?” she asked, and I explained to her why I entered in her store that morning.
She then leaned on me with her head on my shoulder. I hugged her tightly and I was sure she could feel my erection against the small of her back.
“What on earth?” She tried, with no much effort, to free herself from my hug, and my erection, but I held her.
“It’s not my fault. It’s a spontaneous reaction I get when I have such a beautiful woman in my arms,” I whispered smelling the scent of her hair. From that position I could see her cleavage and her nipples poking through her bra and shirt. I bent to kiss her ear, her neck.
I tentatively moved my hands up to touch her breasts, after checking around if anybody was passing by. All clear. I lightly touched one breast with my palm and then rubbed her nipple with my thumb. She closed her eyes and sighed. I heard her breath becoming faster.
“Do you like it?” I asked in a whisper. I wasn’t expecting an answer, but her moan was enough. I lightly pinched her nipple and she winced but didn’t open her eyes. I felt her legs getting weak, so I said, “Hold on the railing.”
We were out of control and, for once, I didn’t want to have any control. I wanted her to live in the moment and let it be. The knuckles of her hands on the railing were white for fear of falling on the ground. She pulled her ass against my groin and rubbed.
“That’s dangerous. I bet you’re wet, right?” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded.
I kissed her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. In the meantime, I moved one hand down to her stomach, under her shirt. Her skin was warm and smooth. I wanted to kiss her there but I didn’t want to change position now. I unbuttoned her pants and tucked my hand inside.
“What are you doing? Somebody can see us,” she winced.
“Shhh. There’s nobody, we’re alone. Relax and enjoy.” I felt lace panties under my fingers. I moved my hand down to rub her pussy and the panties were wet. “Oh yes, you are wet. So, I’m not the only one who likes this,” I whispered, chuckling.
She began rocking her hips, “Mmh, I like it very much. But I fear somebody could see us,” she replied with shortness of breath.
“Let me worry about it, ok?” I said kissing her neck. I moved my hand under her panties and felt the soft hair on her mound. I opened her soft lips with two fingers, “Open your legs, please,” I whispered. She held her breath. I could see her heart beating faster from the vein on her neck. I slid a finger between her wet lips.
“Mmmh, so wet. All for me! I’m honored,” I said in a husky voice. I was about to cum just touching her.
She tried to breath, she cleared her throat to get more air in her lungs. I heard steps but didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I saw a jogger, but he didn’t notice what we were doing, so I continued indifferent to the surrounding but caring only for the magnificent creature in my arms.
I slid my finger along her slit touching her clit but not stopping there too long. I heard her breathing getting faster so I moved my finger faster and, with the other hand, I pinched her nipple a little harder.
She jumped.
I knew she was close, so I slipped two fingers inside her pussy. I wanted to use my cock but at the moment this had to work. Seeing her so in trance, so excited, was a huge pleasure for me too.
“Quiet. We don’t want somebody to call the police,” I said. I moved my fingers out and then in again, deeper, and faster. She was holding her breath, her moaning restrained. She couldn’t be too loud.
Then she started writhing, moving her hips toward my fingers, faster and faster, when suddenly she was still, her pussy milking my fingers, she was making some sounds, clearly a restrained cry from the orgasm running through her.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed when she regained control. My fingers were still in her pussy, moving slower, and her pussy was twitching.
“My fingers want to stay right there,” I whispered, making her laugh.
She grabbed my wrist, pulled my hands out of her pants, and sucked my fingers to taste her. I was going to lose it.
“Oh god, with this we better find a bed because I’m going to take you here if you don’t stop,” I groaned.
We almost ran to my hotel room. I closed the door, gently, but not too much, pushed her against the wall, and I almost ripped her clothes off. I kneeled before her and I started eating her luxurious red-haired pussy. But at that point I wanted to be inside her, so I held her hand and guided her toward the bed while she was pulling off my clothes. I grabbed my wallet in my jeans and took a condom. We lay down on the bed, I opened her legs with my knees while trying to unwrap the condom.
I lowered my body on top of her, kissed her deeply. Her mouth tasted delicious, and her tongue was playing with mine making my cock harder, as if that was possible.
“I need you inside me. Please,” she moaned.
I moved my hand to her pussy to help her getting wetter, but I realized she didn’t need it. She was ready for me.
She pulled up her knees giving me a view of her glistening pussy. She wrapped my cock in her hand, rubbing the head along her wet slit.
“This is it. I can’t wait anymore. Ready?” I asked but I didn’t wait for her answer. I just entered her pussy slowly to enjoy her wet, milking pussy. Halfway through I had to push deeper and harder. She shrieked but her smile was a clear signal that she was enjoying my pushing, so I continued. It was a little rough but after all that happened in the past hour, I couldn’t take things slow. Not now. Later I could go slower.
She moved her hands on my butt squeezing my cheeks and pushing me deeper. One finger slid in my crack and this was all I could endure. I started to thrust faster and deeper.
“Yes. Push. Harder. Please,” she pulled up her head holding her breath then fell back on the pillow and arched her back shrieking and pushing her breasts to my face. I took one nipple in my mouth and bit right on the base. At this point she started writhing like hell. I couldn’t hold it and let go. I felt my balls tightening and after a few seconds, I filled her with my seed.
When we were both breathing again I kissed her holding my weight on my elbows.
“You’re not heavy. Let it go and hug me” she said, her knees still up, her hands still on my cheeks, and her finger still in my crack.
I settled down on top of her and smiled.
“I can’t believe what just happened,” she said, and it was exactly what I was thinking.
Well, two years have passed since that day. I still travel a lot but at the end of each trip I go back to that small town in the Midwest. We bought a house together with a backyard. I don’t have to tell you how much I miss her every time I’m away. But we make up for the lost time whenever we are together, and when I come back after a long trip, she takes a few days off.
