A set of photos, found in an envelope which had been stuffed into a shoebox and put in the bottom of a bedroom closet. The envelope is marked “The First of May”.
A bald man with a black goatee lies on a red and white checker blanket, somewhere outside. The day is sunny, but he is wearing all black: a black t-shirt and black shorts. He’s barefoot. He’s feeding grapes to the woman, who has long, wavy brown hair. She’s wearing a sundress which comes down to her knees, and is also barefoot. She smiles as she takes one of the grapes between her teeth. Her hands are tied behind her back.
The woman is lying on her side, and the man is curled behind her. The sun shines through the leaves down on them, covering them in leaf-shade patterns. He’s pushed her dress down under her breasts. She’s not wearing a bra, but his hands cup her breasts, keeping them from view. Her head it tilted back and her eyes are closed. You can just barely see his cock where her still-tied hands are wrapped around them.
Her skirt is pushed up, exposing her ass. It’s pushed down, so you can tell her breasts are uncovered, but because she’s lying across his lap, you can’t see them. Her hands are still tied behind her back, and he’s lifting them by the bonds up, and out of his way. With his other hand he’s spanking her. A red outline of hand is clearly visible on her ass.
He is lying on his back and she straddles him. Next to them is her sun dress, shredded into two pieces. Her legs are splayed wide and she’s facing the photographer. Her eyes are closed and her head tilted back. Her breasts are thrust out by her hands which remain bound. His hands are wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them cruelly. You can see she’s rising off his cock, by the way his cock disappears into her.
This photo is out of focus. It looks like the camera moved, and maybe a finger has slid over the lens. The woman is still riding the man, but now someone else stands over him, someone naked from the waist down. She looks up at him, and into the camera as she sucks on his cock. One of his hands is in her hair, pulling her forward. The other must hold the camera.
On the back of the final photo is written. “Sir, sorry I didn’t get any shots of what happened after, I was too busy to work the camera.“**