Two moons
I have posted about pantsing my fiancee in the past. I love her ass like I love few things on earth, and cherish those times when she lets me show it off. This isn't one of those stories, per se, but it is the story of what is by far my favorite naked picture of all time.
One summer, we were out in the desert, staying at a small, but nicely appointed hotel. There might have been one or two other guests, but the heat kept the crowds away for the most part. One night, she and I went outside, wearing only our robes. I convinced her to take hers off, then pose facing away from me, with her hands held high in the air. It was a cloudless night, and as I snapped the pic, I could tell I had captured something special: a glorious, naked woman, in black and white, arms outstretched in a perfect V-shape around the pale, ghostly, full moon.
I convinced her to let me send the pic to one of those places that prints your pictures onto a large canvas with a wood frame. It's nearly four feet tall, and honest to God, looks like it could be part of a museum display ("Dos Lunas" was her provisional title). She has wavered on the idea of people seeing it; she's flattered by the artistry of the shot, and, though she's the furthest thing from a showoff, concedes that she looks pretty damn amazing in it (at 52, no less). My hope is that when she's older, she'll say "what the hell" and let it be displayed for everyone to enjoy!
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