I looked down from my raised platform, an L-shaped arrangement of boards on a scaffold frame that was about fifteen feet off the ground. It allowed me to overlook a king size box spring draped in scarlet quilting. I raised my camera and hit the release a couple more times which triggered the light array below me as I recorded the scene which was unfolding.The two women entwined on the mattress below showed no response to this as they were intent on pleasuring each other. “Ok, ladies I’m done, so you’re on your own.”Kara and Charlotte Delahay-Hunt started to move as one, their hips started to move, their tongues lashed out, and their voices rose as their pleasure built. I glimpsed the red double dildo that joined them but tore my eyes away to respect their privacy. Who could blame them? They had been joined for the last thirty or forty minutes as I snapped away each having to pause periodically to let their impending orgasms subside. Just as I stepped off the ladder I heard a scream of release, Kara, was first off the mark again I noted and then quickly afterwards Charlotte joined her.I stepped forward with their gowns as they stood and moved away from the set, “I got some really excellent shots. It will take about a week for the lab work and then the proofs will be ready,”“Just in time for our anniversary,” Charlotte beamed in response. Tall and toned, she was at ease with her nudity. A light sheen of sweat coated her body, her nipples were swollen, and her smooth mound was slick and glistened with her juices.Kara, slightly shorter and darker skinned moved to take a couple of iced waters from the table. Her muscles rippled as she moved. Lots of gym time had left her without an ounce of waste fat, but she was still soft and feminine.They had met at the local university where they both coached sports and were now approaching their first wedding anniversary. They had decided on a joint anniversary gift, a triptych picture of their lovemaking. No detail spared, each of the three large panels depicting a different act, black and white but with colour highlights. Today’s shoot was the final panel, their climax with a large thick double dildo.I quickly tidied the studio while they showered and changed. I had a family set booked for the almanbahis şikayet morning. I just had time to see my clients on their way and then head back to my day job.I should introduce myself, I’m Izzie, Izzie Crenshaw, and I’m twenty-nine years old. I came here to Mariners cove to heal myself after an awful year in which I lost a close friend, ditched a cheating partner and then to crown it all got made redundant.I had rented an island retreat and fallen in love with the skipper of the charter boat company that owned the Island. Becky tanned and softly muscular with a lively sense of humour was my soulmate, it had taken me just hours for me to fall, no plummet into love with her.ooOOooI locked up my studio which was located above the local coffee shop and headed across the road to the harbourside offices of Mariner Cove Cruises. Three of the fleet were already docked, sleek and white with the MCC logo on the aquamarine funnels. The crews were busy hosing the boats down and prepping for the next day’s tours.I walked into my office, where I was now the office manager for the growing business, I pulled the tie on my halter neck sundress and let it pool on the floor. The late afternoon air quickly hardened my large braless brown nipples, and I could not help but slip a finger through my folds which confirmed just how moist Kara and Charlotte’s performance had left me.Reaching into my desk drawer I retrieved my company polo and shorts, quickly tugged them on and swapped a pair of deck shoes for my wedge sandals.I make it a point not to wear MCC uniform when at my studio, especially when I’m catering to my more adventurous clients.A quick scan of the wallboards confirmed that the afternoon had gone well, and all but one boat was back. The last island shuttle was due in at any moment, Becky had been out checking that the island houses were ready for the upcoming season.A triple blast on the airhorn heralded the arrival of Mariner IV and like one of Pavlov’s dogs I started to respond, that familiar tightening in my stomach accompanied by the moistening of my slit.I quickly walked out to greet any passengers and help to tie the boat up for the night. ooOOooBecky led the way to our car, a white Jeep Cherokee with the aquamarine almanbahis canlı casino logo and triggered the remote rear hatch allowing me to pop some sacks of groceries inside.My captain always drives when we are together, and as she settled into her seat, I leaned across and locked lips with her. Our tongues met, and I could taste cherry soda. “Missed you today,” I panted as I drew back from that beautiful face.Becky’s face just broke into that deep soul-warming smile that had come to mean so much to me over the last year.Quickly checking outside the car, I leaned forward again, this time slipping a hand inside her shorts leg and letting my fingertips graze her smooth, warm mound.“Hot tub and a BBQ this evening,” I suggested as my lover moaned her pleasure and slid her hips toward my invading fingers.I kept grazing her sex with my fingers, feeling her heat and moisture build, hearing her breaths quicken as I pleasured her.Slipping my arm around her shoulders, I locked lips again, and our tongues danced as I felt the weight of her breast and her nipple hard and stubby through her shirt.I let my onslaught continue, and nature took its course, one hand played her now sopping slit while the other squeezed a rigid nipple and my tongue dueled with hers. It took but a few sweet minutes for her body to stiffen and spasm as her orgasm hit.Relaxing back into my seat, I laughed and pointed to the parking lot exit. “Take us home captain and open a window it smells of girl cum in here.”“Aye aye,” responded Becky in a fit of breathless giggles, “I love you, and it’s your turn later.”ooOOooIt was still early in the year and the evening had darkened and cooled too quickly for a BBQ to be comfortable and so we hit the hot tub while the George Forman grill warmed up.We had a new place, Becky had moved out of her apartment, and we had jointly bought an old sea captains house overlooking the bay. It now had a large wrap around veranda that expanded into a decked area at the rear and which incorporated our hot tub.It was completely private, and no one could spy us there. It was a great space to unwind and enjoy each other.Subtle LED lights gave the deck area a warm, cozy feel, and I switched on the outdoor speakers adding our favourite almanbahis casino mix of music to the evening.Becky had peeled off the cover and announced that the water was nice and warm. The extra money it had cost to add a remote app that turned on the heater had been worth every cent.I stopped to watch as Becky pulled her polo over her head and slipped out of her bra. Her firm pert breasts had me in awe every time I saw them.“Jeez, it’s chillier than I thought” she moaned as she quickly pushed her shorts and panties down in one swift motion and ran to the outside showerhead to rinse off.I could see how quickly her nipples had hardened and her arms were covered in small goosebumps.I pulled off my polo and fully understood my lover’s reaction as the chill evening breeze hit my own body. Quickly I stripped and took her place under the shower as she hurried into the hot tub.Sinking into the hot tub, I leaned back against the side let the warm steamy water envelop me.Becky now warmed up moved to the side and offered me a cool Sam Adams.After five minutes of relaxing, just listening to the music with no real need to speak we smiled across the water at each other. We were happy, content and head over heels in love.“Let’s go round again,” sang ‘The Average White Band’ and Becky jumped up to move her firm sexy body to the music. Grinding and twisting it was a cross between disco and pole dancing which ended in a lewd display of fingers and pussy.Sinking back into the water as I laughed helplessly she turned the jets up and gave me that smile, indicating that it was my turn.I could feel the warm pulsing jets hitting my butt, and with a slight repositioning, it was right where I wanted it, that oh so sensitive patch between pussy and pucker.Just a slight flexing of my legs worked the jet back and forth, ‘mmmm heaven’ I thought.With a slight nudge, my lover’s foot was between my thighs and applying pressure to my already swollen pussy lips.Her toes, long and slim and always beautifully kept and painted were splitting my lips; I could feel my moisture adding to that of the tub.I raised and parted my legs to accept this wonderful intrusion, and in doing so, I let the bubbling jet play directly on my pucker. Oh, fuck such sensations, that warm bubbling against my most private place and Becky’s soft firm foot against my mound.Becky was pressing the ball of her foot against my lips and wriggling her toes between my swollen and now very open petals as I flexed my ass against that wonderful warm jet.