Beta'd by cejsmom
Chapter 2
EPOV
I began taking photos as a hobby when I was a teenager. I started by photographing my friends surfing at the beach. That morphed into scantily clad girls on the beach, swim suit models. I didn't go looking for these girls/models, they found me. Word of mouth I guess. Now I'm in my home studio photographing models, mainly female. Another Saturday morning, and I'm staring down the lens at a beautiful, not even half dressed model.
"Why aren't you a model too, you certainly have the look," my current client, Jessica, inquirers. I'm used to this question. I am frequently asked to remove my shirt and other articles of clothing and join them in their photos. They know I won't, it's a running joke among them to see who can get me to remove my shirt... or more.
They think they will like what's under my clothing, which is partially true. I'm not sure if it's my photos or my mystique that keeps them coming back, but they do and they tell their friends. I've unintentionally built quite a business for myself.
Jessica leaves and I move to my computer. My desk looks out the main window in my spacious upstairs apartment. I have a distant ocean view, scanning over the deserted wet lands, but the ocean breeze is what draws me to this location in the house. Day or night, hot or cold, the cool, salty breeze is always there. It is probably my favorite thing about living by the beach in Southern California.
I download the photos... pretty good if I do say so myself. To any other twenty eight year old man these might be considered porn, but not to me. I have a rule to never lust after my clients, while photographing them or editing their photos. Sometimes this takes some planning on my part. I never go into a shoot with a beautiful, almost naked woman, with a loaded gun, so to speak. I learned this early on. It's very hard to focus on the art of photography when I'm fantasizing about the subject.
I do enjoy looking at the female body. Recently, a Victoria Secret catalog was delivered to my house by mistake. I love those kinds of mistakes. This ogling is okay, I didn't and don't work with any of these girls. VS does a good job with a variety of girls, dressed seductively. I prefer the less obvious and less voluptuous girl next door type. I think I wore that catalog out. Being decidedly single requires that I take matters into my own hands... frequently.
The remainder of my day is devoted to my children... my dogs. Most Saturdays or Sundays we head down to the local dog beach. This is by far their favorite place. Today I am bringing four of my dogs, all mixed breeds of various sizes. We load into my jeep, toys, dog treats and camera in hand. I always bring my camera to snap photos of dogs at play, as well as the ocean and surfers.
It's not often the weather in June is this good, sunny, mid-seventies, slight breeze. As usual on the weekends, the beach is packed. Humans are outnumbered by dogs. I drop my stuff back by the bluffs, otherwise it will get trampled, chewed and/or eaten.
I've been drawn to the ocean ever since I moved here as a child. I love the way the sun warms my skin. I'm fair skinned, but I tan easily. I work hard on my upper body. Keeping it fit and muscular, it's all I have to offer. I always find comfort in the repetitive noise of the ocean, almost blocking out all other sounds. Someday I want to live on the beach like my parents, so I can go to sleep to that calming sound every night.
Going to the beach also lets me enjoy women of all shapes and sizes from a distance. I've never been comfortable with women socially. When I'm the photographer it's different. I'm looking at them through my lens, not face to face. Here I am safe to people watch, get some sun and play with my dogs. Everyone wins.
I spend my time throwing balls, frisbees, sticks, handing out treats to my dogs and all the others who approach. There are many familiar faces, both dog and human. You get to know the other hard core dog owners spending the weekends here.
It's also painfully obvious when you see a "virgin" at the dog beach. I see one just to my left; a pretty, young lady, who's with a timid looking Jack Russel mix. She has him on a leash. The worst part about being a virgin here is sitting too close to the water. She and her wire haired little dog are very likely going to get trampled.
A/N
Hmmm... who could Edward have spotted on the beach?
I know it's short, but you can expect updates about every other day. Be prepared for a slow burn with some serious UST.
Thank you to everyone who has added this story :)
I will include some rec's with my next chapter.
