ANNA's BATH .............................  

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11/14/2005 10:32 pm

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ANNA's BATH .............................


The $7oo camera filtered for low autumn's ambigous light dangled over the ornate iron rail that kept passersby from the temptation of wandering down to the mildly rapid waters, swollen by late mornings' small shower & the damp fall early afternoon was quiet as the red maple leaves falling, floating to the park bench nearby ... where she was sitting with one knee drawn up under her chin .... watching the world go by .......

Michael with camera in hand moved slowly and deliberately to the bench and nearly whispered "I see you're quite fit ... you've been running? ... Umm, my name is Michael & my camera finds you to be quite lovely, by the way ... do you mind if I shoot a few frames of you?"

She had the most incredibly smooth skin ... pale and deprived of direct sun ... ever ... streched over long delicious defined muscular legs that certainly had seen their share of work ... but not a single minute blemish anywhere .... Arms the same with long articulate fores and uppers & tight musculature at the shoulder gracefully sweeping up the most delicious neck ... partially covered by walnut brown silky and old fashioned plaincut hair .... full not thin and swept to one side for a little breathing ...

Realizing Michael's approach, Anna came slowly back from her 'thousand yard' gaze across the river, and looked up with a bit of a smile, eyes coming into focus ... Not the least unsettled by Michael's presence, she said, "I'm sorry ... what did you say? I was in my own world, you know, saying a bit of a prayer for a friend ..."

"Umm, hello, my name is Michael ... I was just noticing what a lovely woman you are & I wanted to ask if I could take a few photos of you ... I admire ... well, I think you're one of the prettiest women I've ever seen & wanted to remember the moment ..."

"Ahhh .... well, thank you, Michael ... I don't hear that often ... thank you very much ... And, so, tell me ... ummm ... what would you DO with these photos? Do you sell them, archive them, scrap book them ... frame them ??"

"Yes, well, I am a professional photographer, but these of you would be private to me ... I guess I, umm, collect beauty ...."

Anna stood slowly ... streching back with arms fully extended behind her as athletes will, and gave her upper torso a loosy-goosy shaking motion ... she then turned to face the bench and one at a time placed a smallish foot on the edge of the seat and softly lunged her chest to thigh limbering, stretching her legs ..... As she straightened up, she turned to Michael with some purpose and said, "I'm here for a day or two to visit a friend ... I 've taken some rooms over there above the restaurant facing the park ... come with me ...."

The two strangers walked over the footpath toward the hostel, breathing in the crisp autumn air ... silent for a few moments, taking in the scent of damp leaves and listening to the crunch of small wet river pebbles in the path ... catching glimpses of the oranges and reds of the last fall flowers ... a new shower/mist coming round again.

Anna stopped and looked at Michael .... She said in a mysterious low voice ... "You come with me upstairs ... I must wash myself ... say nothing ... take your photographs quietly ... You will know when to stop ... then leave me ..."

Michael attempted to ask a question but Anna put two fingers gently on his lips and glided toward the entrance ... No one about in the lobby, she moved up the dim lit stair, down the hall to her door with no effort. Entering, she watched with nearly smiling eyes from behind the worn reddish painted door as Michael followed her in ... She motioned him across the room to an old wooden spindle legged chair, and as he made his way, she placed two fingers on her own lips to remind him of their agreement ...

As the red door closed softly with gears clicking in the lock and the brass plate pivoting down to cover the keyhole, it sounded like the shutter of his camera ... Anna pressed herself into the frame and casing, her back and butt against the door, long silky arms and hands pressed into the corners above, and smallish feet at the end of her lovely lovely legs in the bottom plinth and cased corners ... first shot ... spread eagle, clothed.

There was plenty of light ... soft ochre drifting in through the rolled glass windows ... bending the waves through the yellow range, around the few objects there were, seeking Anna on the old red door ... now stepping out of her pose with the soft deliberate cross armed raising of her shirt over her head ... exposing her linens ... plain unadorned, antique white, satin like ... keeping her breasts with the slightest bit of crowding.

With thumbs to hips, bending from the waist, she slipped her shorts to the wood floor and stepped out of them ... Her panties were old fashioned and matched her bra in the ... plainess ... but there she stood nearly free of clothing and not a single thing about this woman was plain ... she was exquisitely made ... ANY adornment would have been a cardinal sin ...

Anna reached behind her back and pulled her bra catch to the other hand and deftly unhooked it, pressing her left palm against her right breast, she slipped the bra away from her shoulders and let it fall away to the floor ... As she moved her hands down to slip her panties off, her breasts fell loose, uncupped, nipples hardening, and she looked at Michael's camera with not the slightest pause in her nearly smiling deep obsidian eyes.

Her legs were almost too long ... shapely and well turned in the thigh at her pubic area which was unshaved and unusually polished, smooth, defined ... artful .. very well kept, she was ... and uncircumcised ... Anna turned away to run the palms of her hands over the smooth inside of both thighs, and then gazed long back to the camera while making her way to a marble topped table with a large porcelan wash basin sitting on it .....

Anna's butt and hips were boyish and the lines of her back muscles formed a sleek shallow trough from hip to the settling place of her dove-like neck ... Lyrical, mystical, undulating beauty rarely encountered by anyone, and Michael struggled to keep himself alert ... nearly mesmerized by this flesh-plated opalescent ... goddess ..... and what would his camera record?

She walked to the chair at the table and turned with knees together and sat ever so lightly down into the shaped seat, gazing into the still mirror like surface of her bathing water, nearly at the edge of the flat wide porcelain lip of the vessle ... Shimmering, waiting for her cupped fingers to lift refreshing, cleansing water to her face .... Anna arose from the chair and leaned over the bowl, and ever so lightly pushed her breasts into the water just covering her nipples and slightly swolen pink/bronze areolas, forcing water to the very edge of the basin, and as she leaned back away, rivulets of water ran down her belly, hips and thighs ... dripping onto the tops of her feet ...

Some of the water pooled on the marble top and the soft yellow light passing through the tiny puddle fell away at the edge of the cool slick top .... Anna ran the flat of her hand over the puddle & licked it off her fingers with her tongue .... moistening her lips. Then she raised her left leg, nearest Michael, and placed her smallish fine made toes on the marble, exposing her treasure to him, and slipped her left hand just behind her butt wrapping her fingers to the edge of her vaginal lips .... The lovely warmish water had run down between her legs and she was moist with bathing ... click-whir ... click-whir ... Anna gazed long again at the camera watching her intimate ritual .......

We will resume Anna's bathing another day ...

Julius and Alice both want attention ... peaceandlove ... catcher

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