I do not own Beth or Mick, just play in the sandbox with everyone else…. Something that came to me while I was "hanging around" Disney World.
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The warm haze of the early fall day fell into a sunset that cloaked both of them in moist heat.
He saw her wrists within the straps, her arms above her head accentuated her neck, her slim torso. He saw the hollow of her armpit and he thought of the hollow of her inner thigh, where he wanted to lick, nip and eventually suck le from her.
He adjusted himself in that darkness that they shared, he felt the weight swing at his thigh and he knew she'd want to reach out, touch it, hold it in her hands and get the very most out of it. He was lost in a dream a reverie of their past experiences.
"What are you thinking about?" Beth asked Mick as they drew closer to each other.
"I'm thinking about when I can use this equipment again", Mick tapped the long hard length at his thigh.
"Tonight, I always enjoy an evening session, what do they call the hour after sunset, "the golden hour"? Beth's eye narrowed as she licked at her sun dried lips.
"Yes they do," Mick surged toward her with more interest; he loved the poetry of her words.
Their eyes to eyes gaze was snapped by the sudden lurch of the Disney Bus, it threw them together swinging Mick's new Nikon D90 with the 70mm-300mm lens hard between them. Beth caught the lens and grinned.
"YOU always let something this precious swing so free?" She quizzed as she slipped a hand out of the strap and caught the camera before it swung the other direction.
Mick caught the sight of the Yacht Club bus stop and their final destination for the night, remembered the lavish suite they were occupying and grinned at Beth, "Sometimes"
