Sexy Hot Midwinter Sunshine

Wintry London weather outside. On my screen, a hot summer day. A film crew trekking along a Mediterranean coastal path, sunlight filling the air. Their route taking them through sandy patches and sparse vegetation, chalk cliffs behind falling into dark blue sea.

The videocamera tracking a woman in skimpy denim shorts, bikini top, sandals. A man occasionally walking with her, taking her hand, chatting, consulting, turning back to join the main group.

A suitable spot found and picnic rug spread. The woman lying on it, waiting. The crew getting on with tasks, unpacking tripods, cameras, reflective umbrellas. All this taking place in the background, the videocamera staying on the woman, now removing her top. Lying on her back, legs in air, undoing her shorts, pulling them down, only a bikini thong underneath.

Catching sight of the videocamera, smiling, adopting a burlesque, legs deliciously straight, brought up, kissing the tops of her feet, hands peeling off the shorts and thong. Her pussy and sphincter pointing straight at the videocamera and the sunshine. The position held for long moments, soaking up the sun’s rays, luxuriating in its warmth.

Throwing aside the shorts. Taking her feet in her hands, pulling them wide apart, a yoga stretch. Running her hands down her legs. Reaching the hollows each side of her pussy, pulling at them, separating her lips. Bending her knees, lifting her hips slightly, stretching her pussy wider.

Breaking the spell suddenly, looking sideways at the videocamera, checking it’s still running. Smiling, resuming the burlesque. Turning, stretching, catlike, on her stomach, lifting her bottom in the air, separating her knees, arching her back inwards. Her pussy and sphincter again on display, basking in sunshine. Her fingers reaching for her clitoris, stroking. An immediate exaggerated orgasm, porn style. Looking again at the videocamera, laughing, sticking out her tongue. Resuming a normal pose, sitting on the blanket, videocamera antics forgotten, back to being a regular woman.

The camera crew’s preparations complete, the woman now surrounded by make-up artists, lightmeter readers, wardrobe assistants. Fashion shoot commencing. The videocamera stopping.

A Mediterranean scene to put sexy hot sunshine in my wintery London day. The woman’s humour shining through, an exact parody, skewering porn whilst somehow transcending it, a blast of sexual intensity coming from nowhere, just as sometimes happens in everyday life, if you’re lucky.