“This is lovely here,” Megan said. “So private, and with the views out over the trees. I bet I could even take my top off, and no one would see....Well, no one but you, I mean. Have you, or any of the others sunbathed topless or nude out here?”“Well, um, I...” I stammered.“So you have then?” she replied. “With Cathy and Lori? Probably more than just lying in the sun, I bet.” I nodded sheepishly.“But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Or take my top off yet, not today,” she added. “But you are. Yeah, I posed for him some months back."I butted in, "... and I'm Dale. What do mean that she's the one you've been looking for?" thinking that he was making an unsubtle attempt to hit on my wife.He laughed and almost apologised when he continued, "Sorry, let me explain. I am a fashion photographer and I am always on the lookout for fresh talent. I am planning a retrospective exhibition of my work to be displayed and for the past couple of years I've been looking for the 'perfect nude' to. I slowly moved towards her, she did not move & finally I took her in my arms. She did not resist. I kissed her on the forehead and she put her arms around me too. Then, as if on a cue I kissed her ever so softly on her lips. She melted into my arms.She hugged me so hard & shoved her tongue into my mouth, that immediately I fell on my knees and put her left nipple in my mouth. She moaned. I took her boob in my hands & sucked hard, while rolling my tongue on her nipple. She was gasping for more.. Given that this was circa 1980, we’re not talking see through tops or anything, but, still, not everybody dressed “office casual”, which might be a good description of Kathy’s typical wardrobe selections.So, when I stood to observe her small two piece swimsuit, well, it was flattering, and left no doubt that this was an adult woman. I was sufficiently jaded that I did not promptly display a “gallant reflex”, but, well, this promised later good times indeed.While I tried to process this pretty.