Page 5 of Hot Summer Nights

Chapter Three

It took Channing thirty minutes to set up the photo shoot, ten to get a quick bite to eat, and all of one to screw up everything with the simple thought of sharing a whole night in bed with Brooklyn. The woman was sure to be the death of him.

This particular weekend was celebrating couples of all ages and promoting their sexuality. The idea behind the photo shoot was to capture men and women at the peak of pleasure. At first, Channing had been a bit uncomfortable taking pictures while two people were fucking. But as with everything else on this island, it was all a part of the fantasy. Some liked the exhibitionism. Others liked the camera. Either way, taking the pictures was part of his job, and his job just so happened to be in the gardens tonight.

The elderly couple took their spots in the middle of the poster bed, surrounded by flowers of all kinds. Channing started the session by snapping a few poses of them separately, and now that they were together, he snapped a few more. He instructed them and posed them, making sure to satisfy their needs while maximizing the potentially perfect shots.

He zoomed in on the woman’s face, snapping a photo of her reaction to the man’s first intimate touch. She requested a few shots of just her husband’s hands touching her body. Channing couldn’t help drifting back to when he was with Brooklyn. He wanted his hands on her body, feeling her silky thighs wrapped around his waist. Or maybe she’d open herself completely to him, giving him the opportunity to taste her juicy cunt. He could spend hours alone eating her out until she simply couldn’t handle any more. And he wanted to. She was so beautiful when she came, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly opened as she climaxed.

His temperature rose at the thought, his cock hardening beneath his zipper. He’d gone months with beautiful women coming on to him—willing to do anything and everything—and his resistance had never faded until one woman came along to ruin it all.

He snapped more pictures of the couple before him, capturing a shot of the woman’s bare pussy while her man fingered her. Channing’s imagination shifted to Brooklyn’s mouth, the way her lips would feel around his cock, the way her mouth would take him completely. She might even glance up at him when she flicked the tip of his cock with her sweet tongue. God, the possibilities were endless.

The woman climaxed with a harsh scream, drawing Channing back to reality. The island was made for sex, it being everywhere, anytime. He snapped a few pictures of the woman’s face and shifted to change cameras.

What would Brooklyn say to him photographing her? The thought surprised him as much as it aroused him. He posed the couple and took more erotic pictures, thinking about his own photo shoot with Brooklyn. He wanted her lying in bed, too, rumpled sheets, messy hair and nothing but the look of desire on her face. Maybe, she’d be waking after a night of being thoroughly fucked. Perhaps the sun would be coming up and a broad ray shone in the room. The sheets would be tangled around her body, hiding her nakedness from his lens, but with a few kisses here and there, he’d convince her to lose the modesty act.

Channing sighed, moving about uncomfortably. His dick swelled, hard as ever as it lengthened in his pants. He had two more photo shoots, and honestly, didn’t know how he’d make it through them.

After the elderly couple’s hour was up, Channing gave them the option of taking the negatives or having the film developed. Some couples liked only having the negatives for memories, but not the harsh evidence photos provided. Others didn’t care.

The couple chose to keep the negatives and went about their business on the island. Channing couldn’t have been more relieved that the first clients were gone, and he had a break before he moved to a different spot to set up shop again. His balls ached with suppressed need, and his stiff cock made walking uncomfortable.

Away from the main set, Channing found a secluded spot to slip his pants down and stroke his cock. Maybe Brooklyn was right. Maybe it was this island. A magical sense of overwhelming desire seemed to fill his body when he was around her or thought about her. Then again, Brooklyn herself was a walking wet dream.

Channing closed his eyes and fisted his cock. It was Brooklyn’s face he pictured when he took himself in his hand. Her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her body before him like an offering. But her lips … it was her lips he pictured sliding the length of his cock, her tongue teasing him as she took every single inch of him inside her. He’d had her twice today and still, he wanted more.

Channing came with a grunt, dropping his head back. Semen spurted onto into his bare belly, the warm, sticky fluid hardly enough to fulfill his desire. Even after he came, his cock was still hard, his mind still reeling with fantasies of Brooklyn.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Yo, Chan? You here man?” Chad, the garden keeper asked. “Chan?”

Channing cleaned up, using his over shirt, and quickly reassembled his clothing. “Ah, yeah. I’m here.”

Chad gave him a curious glance when he rounded the corner. “What were you doing? Was that sound coming from you?”

“I just dropped my camera in the fucking dirt.” He laughed nervously, hoping the other man bought it. “I was looking for a flower for the next set and the damn thing slipped out of my hand.”

Channing shrugged off his over shirt and pretended to clean the lens. Chad seemed satisfied with that response and Channing breathed a sigh of relief.

Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough.

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For the most part of the next day, Brooklyn spent her time at the spa. After a hot stone massage and mud bath, Marco, a very talented stylist, gave her a new hairstyle and highlights while Janette plucked her eyebrows, did her makeup, and made her feel and look like a movie star. She then went to Darius who did her nails, both manicure and pedicure.

This was the true meaning of being relaxed, she decided. She felt girly, and it was wonderful not having one single care in the world. Last night, Channing had asked her to meet him at the seafood restaurant on the south side of the island. In all honesty, she was surprised he’d suggested it.

After jogging across the island to her cottage, she slipped on the coral sundress she’d splurged on before she left Boston. It might be overdoing it a bit for the island’s restaurant, but it went perfectly with the new look so she didn’t care. With one last glance at herself in the mirror, she grabbed her key card and headed for the door.

The day had been hot, but the evening was comfortable. There was a slight breeze coming off the shore which made the walk to the restaurant pleasant. A few men showed their interest in her, and she found it flattering. One man even stopped to gawk not so subtly at her after she passed.

She rounded the corner of the path and spotted Channing immediately. He’d dressed comfortably in loose white pants and matching shirt. It wasn’t something she would have chosen for a date, but nevertheless, he looked pretty hot standing there, completely oblivious to her spying on him. She shook her head and walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“You didn’t tell me this was a casual affair.” She kissed his shoulder before he succeeded in turning to face her. “I got all dressed up.”

The look on his face was priceless when his eyes met hers. “Damn.”

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