As Lisa carried the third load of photography equipment to the remote campsite from the SUV she could tell that she was beginning to simmer with anger. He could have parked closer, for gosh sake. And not only that. When she signed up to be an intern for this photographer, she knew she'd be carrying equipment, but she thought they'd be doing fashion and advertising shoots. She also thought she'd be learning more about lenses and lighting than...well, this stuff.
"Lisa, can you add some more wood to the fire pit. Don't light it yet. We don't want to roast the girls."
The two women who were to be the subjects of the photo session giggled. They were already standing naked next to the big pot. Lisa added the wood and then brought over a step stool to help them climb up into their "hot tub" which was never going to be hot. After they were in and the displaced water came up to their waists, she stepped away with the stool. Dave, the photographer, lit the fire.
He started taking pictures quickly so he could finish up and get them out of there before the water got too hot, but he had some time to play with. At first he asked them to strike a few specific poses for him. Then he told them to just "do each other."
Oh please, Lisa thought. I didn't know 'just do each other' was a technical term in photography. She stepped back and leaned against a tree to watch. She knew she wouldn't be noticed until they were done, and she was pretty sure that today they wouldn't be done until they had all finished fucking each other on the blanket for a while.
As she watched the girls 'doing each other' she was surprised at how erotic the scene was. They were beautiful, and they were slowly making love to each other, ignoring the camera. Lisa shifted a little as she noticed her nipples were hard and her panties were becoming moist. She reached a hand under her t-shirt so she could pinch one of her nipples. She slid her other hand in her shorts and touched herself as she watched the girls pleasure each other. She was right. No one noticed her at all.
At some point, she didn't remember exactly when, she closed her eyes and imagined that she was bent over the tailgate of the SUV and Dave was fucking her forcefully. She imagined herself gagged with her hands tied behind her back like she'd seen him do with some of his "models." She felt herself starting to cum when she heard it.
She opened her eyes and they were all staring at her. Her breathing was ragged and her hand was soaked with her juices. She didn't know what to say. She was frozen in place.
Dave smiled and said, "Take off your clothes and join them in the tub."
For those of you who don't know, FFF is Fast Fiction Friday, a weekly writing "activity" for bloggers. We get a photo prompt and a title (this one is Hot Tub), a keyword to insert (simmer was this week's word), and a word limit (400 words this time; yes, I know I exceeded that). If you'd like to see what others wrote on this topic, you can find the links on Advizor's site. I thoroughly enjoy the different perspectives that different writers contribute. If you're a blogger, feel free to join! You can get more information on Advizor's site. Everyone is welcome. Your contribution doesn't have to be sex-related, but most of the prompts are.