Kyle and Chelsea only spent a couple of hours at his parents’ house, and it was a little easier than he had expected to take their leave. Apparently they’d managed to get the message across that while they were friends, and good friends at that, they weren’t exactly lovers and were happy to leave it at that.

“You know,” Chelsea said as Kyle drove the Triumph away from the house. “In a way I really hated to do that. I mean, I wasn’t lying or anything, but I slanted the truth more than a little.”

“Yeah, well, you see what I was trying to avoid. Chelsea, don’t get me wrong. I sure would like it if we could work out something together, but it sure looks like the chances are against it.”

“I do too, but I’m afraid it’s likely not going to work out the way we want it to. I think it’d be best if we just tried to make the best of what time we have.”

That was pretty much where they left it. Kyle thought that there was at least a chance they could work something out if they had enough time to do it, but whether they would get it seemed like a long shot, especially after listening to Chelsea talk about how she was having to look for work in Texas. While he was aware that she had been stretching the truth a little to get the impression made that they wanted, at the same time he knew that there was a truth behind the fiction.

They took the long and scenic route back to Wychbold. As the afternoon passed, the light proved to be everything they hoped it would be, and they stopped often to do photo shoots, some in interesting places. The roads were a little emptier here, and Kyle was able to find places where he could pull onto a back road so Chelsea could do a quick swimsuit change. Amazingly enough, her getting nude alongside the car to change suits was getting to be normal. He still enjoyed the glimpses of her nude body as much as he ever had, but somehow it wasn’t quite the same thing as it had been before they’d had their intensive bout of lovemaking the night before.

They got several really nice shots during the golden hour, although by now they weren’t far out of Wychbold. As they pulled into the edge of town, she said, “Kyle, I really hate to do this, since there’s something I’d much rather do, but this is Sunday night, and you know what that means.”

“You have to do an update,” he nodded. “I understand thoroughly. It’s something you have to do, after all.”

“Yes, and I’m not quite as prepared as I was last Sunday night. I mean, I know what photos I want to use this week, but I still need to prep them a little. I hate to say that you need to take me straight home, but then I’ll have the time to get set up for them without having to rush it and maybe goof something up.”

“Again, I understand. You’ve got a fair amount riding on the reliability of your updates.”

“That’s really true. If I’m half an hour late I’ll start getting e-mails about it, and those are always a pain in the neck. They slow me down to almost nothing, and I don’t like to disappoint my customers. Maybe we can get together later in the week and go over the shots you got today. You must have gotten some good ones.”

“Sure, I’d like doing that, whenever you have the time.”

“Oh, we’ll find the time. I have to work late Monday and Wednesday nights this week, and by the time I get off it’ll be too late to get together for anything. Maybe we could do it Tuesday, but if we have good light maybe we’d better concentrate on getting a few more shoots done, and that goes for whenever we get the chance. The weather is going to get cooler, and it’s not going to be as much fun.”

“It might be good to do a few winter shots, so long as we have a warm car sitting close by.”

“Oh, I agree. I’ve done a few, but I just about froze my butt off getting everything ready to do the shot as a selfie. If I’m still around, we’ll have to give it a try.”

“Well, I hope you are.” There was that reality again, he thought. Although nothing had really changed from when the subject had come up earlier, more and more he was coming to believe that there would be an end to the fun times he was having with her.

Because of the need for her to do her weekly update, and the fact that they both had to work the next day, they took a pass on more intimate activities that evening. There would be other times they agreed – maybe not as many as either would like, but at least there would be some.

The next couple of weeks settled into something of a routine. When they could get together in the evenings, they went out and set up for new shots if the light was promising, or stayed in her apartment working on processing, editing, and filing photos. They had built up quite a collection by now – she hadn’t been all that far ahead when they’d started working together, but that was much less of a concern now. Chastity White would have a new web presence every week for well over a year if they flat out quit now – but they didn’t. The possibility of her having to move hung over them there, too – a good file of photos would mean that much longer before she would have to go back to taking selfies.

Although their passionate Saturday night opened the doors of intimacy to them, they didn’t step through the doors all that often – just once and sometimes twice a week. Those sessions were good – they were always good – but somehow they lacked the dynamism of their first encounter.

A couple of weeks after that encounter, Chelsea decided it was time to put on the latex swimsuit again and get photos of it this time. Unspoken in her suggestion was a repeat of taking it off and what followed, so Kyle didn’t mind a bit. It was on a Saturday, so they went out in the morning and early afternoon to take some more normal Chastity White photos, then went back to her apartment so she could struggle into the tight-fitting garment.

Getting it on went a little easier this time since they both had an idea of what they were doing. She said it was still rather uncomfortable for her to wear until her body got used to it, but she said she could put up with it knowing it would be better after a while. They went out and shot a couple sets of photos, one of them by the “Do Not Pass” sign that had been one of their failures earlier in the summer. This time it came out considerably better, but Chelsea said the suit was getting really uncomfortable.

“You know, what we ought to do is to go find a place where you could take a quick dip to cool off,” he suggested. “That outfit is even sexier when it’s wet.”

“That sounds like one of the better ideas you’ve had,” she agreed. “I’m guessing the water would be a little on the cool side anywhere we went, but it would feel good.”

It was a quick trip to a beach and boat-launch combination they’d used before, and within seconds she was in the water. “Oh, that feels good,” she exulted. “I’d forgotten how good it feels to be wet in this thing. I don’t want to stay in long since the cold comes right through it, but right now that’s good.”

They took the opportunity to take a few photos of her right there – not photos for the website, but just sexy photos of her. The latex swimsuit looked even shinier when it was wet, and he was sure he got some really good pictures of her.

“I like it when you take sexy photos of me,” she said after glancing at a few of them on the camera’s viewer. “You know, we haven’t done any nudes in weeks. Would you like to do some more?”

“You know I would,” he grinned. “But I figure the Chastity photos have to come first.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun along the way,” she grinned. “But as hard as it is to get this thing off, I don’t think we want to try to that right now.”

In the next few hours they shot a lot of photos of her in the shiny black swimsuit, right through the golden hour. One of the last series was of her standing thigh-deep in the water, with the sunset in the background but not quite behind her. The reflections of the dying sun on the shiny black swimsuit and the water were fantastic, and in his opinion just about the best and most dramatic he’d ever taken of her. That photo, he thought, might well wind up on the desktop of his own computer.

That wrapped things up for the day, mostly because the light was gone. They got back in the Triumph and drove back to her apartment. As they got there, she said that she was feeling a bit on the chilly side, as a combination of the cold water she’d been wading and swimming in, and the cold air blowing over it as they drove back to town. “But I know just how to warm up,” she grinned. “That shower is going to feel really good, and feeling your hands all over me is going to warm me up even better.”

Once again they ran the water heater cold before they got out of the shower, dried off and into bed, where the experience was just about as powerful as it had been the last time they’d done it that way.

Afterwards, as they were resting and catching their breath, they talked quietly, teasing each other a little as they’d become used to doing. “Do you know what I’d love to do sometime?” she asked out of nowhere.

“Probably something sexy and kinky,” he grinned.

“Well, yeah. I was doing a little web searching looking for some new swimsuits, and I thought about getting another latex job like that, but one that’s a little easier to get on and off.”

“I don’t know about that. It might take a lot of the fun out.”

“Well, yeah, but when I was looking I discovered that they make catsuits out of the same material. I mean, covered right down to the wrists, ankles, and neck.”

“You’ve been looking at some kinky websites,” he charged.

“That’s where you find stuff like that,” she smiled. “But I thought it would be neat to get a catsuit like that. They are ungodly expensive and have to be even worse to get into and out of than the swimsuit, but wow! It must really be a sensual experience to swim in one. I’ll bet I’d really feel like a seal. And then, maybe go down a water slide in it. That would be a trip.”

“You know, we’ve never gotten back down to Marcie’s,” he laughed. “Maybe that ought to be what you wear.”

“Oh, crap, I’d never hear the end of it from her,” she laughed with him. “Maybe I’ll have to think about it. It’s not going to happen this year, though. It’s getting too late for pool parties. Maybe if I’m still around next summer.”

There it was again, he thought. It would be an interesting experience indeed to see her show up at one of Marcie’s pool parties in a catsuit, but the reality that she probably wouldn’t be around another summer was right there with it.

Now was not the time to get morose about it, though. “I wouldn’t put it past you, and I sure would like to see it. It would be sort of your ultimate one-piece swimsuit, but somehow I don’t think it would be right for Chastity.”

“No, it would be much too kinky, and it would probably be much too kinky for Marcie, but at least I can imagine what she would say if she saw me wearing something like that. What’s more, it would be fun to think about the vision of her trying to squeeze into one of them.”

“It would be fun to imagine, wonder what Bud would say if he saw her like that.”

“Yeah, she’d get him so worked up that they’d just about melt the house down when he got her out of it. I mean, assuming he could get her out of it at all, without having to cut it off.”

“I have to admit that sets up quite an image. Changing the subject on you, mostly because I’m not sure I would want to see a girl Marcie’s size wearing a black latex catsuit, do you think you want to try the latex swimsuit again this fall?”

“Probably,” she admitted. “We’re going to be getting into color season before long, and that might make for an interesting background.”

“Good,” he snickered. “That means I’ll get at least one more chance to take it off of you again.”

It soon got later than both of them wanted, and as always, they didn’t feel that he should spend the night with her, as much as they both wanted to. “I sure would like to do it, at least once,” she told him as he was pulling on his clothes. “I think we ought to take the chance while we still have it.”

“You’re saying you want to do it here?” he asked, a little surprised at her suggestion.

“No, I don’t think so. The reasons for it haven’t changed in the slightest. But I was thinking about fall color season not being that far away. I’ve got a number of swimsuits in fall colors, reds and oranges and yellows. What would you think if we were to take off after work on a Friday night when we’re pretty sure it’s going to be warm and we have good light, and driving up north a couple of hundred miles toward peak color? We could get a lot of good photos, and we could also manage a couple of nights in a motel or something.”

“You don’t have to work very hard to talk me into it. We’d have a window of, oh, two or three weekends to do it.”

“Good. That means there’ll be at least a couple of nights when I don’t have to go back to a bed that seems very lonely after you’ve left it.”

“Don’t think for one minute that I’m crazy about the idea of having to go home to a lonely bed myself.”

It was a couple more weekends before they could put it together. The weather was cooling off now, and there were frost advisories in the area they were planning on going. A couple days before they left, on an evening when she had to work late, he called her up after she would have gotten home. After a few minutes of catching each other up on their days, which had been nothing out of the normal, he said, “What would you think about taking your car instead of the Triumph?”

“Why, is something wrong with it?”

“No, but the heater is nothing to write home about. They just never were on English cars from those days. I figure you’re going to be riding around in swimsuits like always, so you might appreciate being a little warmer.”

“When you put it that way, you talked me into it.”

“We might as well get used to it. It’s not going to be much longer until I’m not going to be using the Triumph again until spring gets here.”

She wound up picking him up from his apartment right after he got off work, and soon they were on the road going north. It was getting dark early enough now that they didn’t even think about stopping to do photo setups, and since they were on the four-lane highway there weren’t many convenient places to stop and get them, anyway.

Well after dark they got to the motel where he had made reservations earlier in the week. It was nothing cheap; it was a luxury room with a two-person Jacuzzi, and a large and comfortable bed. Since they’d stopped for dinner at a truck stop along the way, they didn’t waste much time getting their clothes off and into the warm, swirling waters.

“Wow,” she said. “This feels so good I almost wish I’d brought the latex swimsuit, except that we’d have to waste too much time getting it on and off me.”

They made good use of the Jacuzzi, and then the bed. While they’d spent hours together in bed in the last few weeks, this time it was with the knowledge that they wouldn’t have to leave each other in the middle of the night. They fell asleep in each others’ arms and woke to the warmth and the comfort of being together. They took advantage of the big bed once more before getting up.

“It would be nice to spend the day like this,” she said. “I could really get used to it. But I think we’re going to have good light and different scenery to work with all day, so we ought to make good use of it. Colder weather will be here all too soon, and we won’t have conditions like this much longer.”

They got up and got dressed; he was in his normal jeans and sweat shirt appropriate for the time of year; she was dressed much the same, except that she had on a red and yellow almost-bikini monokini under it. It looked as if it would really fit the season, and it should make for some great photos.

After they had breakfast in the motel’s dining room, they went looking for locations. It didn’t take them long to find one; soon she had her outer clothes off and was posing for a striking Chastity shot. After two or three different poses and camera angles, she’d change her swimsuit to something else from the collection she’d brought with her. Since some of those locations were on the isolated side, sometimes they took the opportunity to do a few casual nude shots of her just for fun. A few of the places they found were near water, and sometimes she would get as much as knee-deep in it, but she reported that it was getting pretty cold and didn’t want to have to pose like that for long. Even so, he got some nice nude shots of her that way, although he had to work quickly.

As the day dwindled down to the golden hour, they found a really nice location where they could do a lot of different shoots, and they kept at it until the sun was gone, then went back to the same motel for dinner, and some of their favorite evening activities. The next day they were up and at it again.

It was the middle of the day on Sunday before they called it good enough. They’d done a series of photos in the same location, near an old iron-truss bridge, although they’d changed directions of the shots enough that each could have been far away from the others. “We might as well call it a weekend,” Kyle told her as they finished the last setup. “If we’re going to get back before dark we need to get moving.”

“Yes, I really think we ought to be heading back. I need to get home in time to do the weekly update, even though I’ve enjoyed myself immensely today,” she said. “I might as well get dressed to travel back.”

It had been a cool day; while she’d had one swimsuit or another one on since they’d left the motel in the morning, when they weren’t doing photos she’d often worn her jeans and a flannel shirt over them. She looked as good to Kyle as ever, even though he wasn’t seeing the skin he had become used to earlier in the summer. As always, she changed clothes out in the open, although shielded from the road by standing behind the car as she usually did. This time, though, instead of pulling on another swimsuit, she pulled on a bra and panties before pulling her outer clothes on over them, while Kyle packed up the camera and other gear and put it away a little more thoroughly than he normally did.

“Good weekend,” he commented as she worked on getting dressed. “Good weather, lots of nice shots.”

“Yes, it’s been an excellent weekend, and I thank you for it,” she replied. “Kyle, I’m glad we got to spend the night together at least as much as we did. It has been a long time since I’ve woke up to find a man next to me, and it never was quite as wonderful as it was this time. I’m just sorry that it may not happen again.”

“Not happen again?” he said, feeling the effect of her words. He was pretty sure he knew what she meant.

“This could be the last time we have an opportunity, at least for a while. Kyle, I’ve needed to tell you this all weekend, but somehow the time was never quite right.”

“You got a job somewhere else?” he said as he felt his heart falling.

“Not yet, but the chances look pretty good. I’ve got an interview on Friday, and I know I’m one of three finalists. I’m going to have to leave on Thursday, and I should be back on Saturday.”

“That doesn’t sound like it’s very close to here.”

“It’s not,” she told him. “It’s in Arlington, South Carolina.”

“That’s a long haul from here.”

“Yes it is, and it’s not any closer to my parents, but it is a much better job. It’s a small town, but they want a head librarian, and they seem to think I’m qualified for the job. The pay is much better than Wychbold, and I’d be a fool to not take it if they give it to me.”

There it is, he thought. For weeks it had seemed bound to happen sooner or later, and if this one didn’t come through, another one would. “Well, I guess if that’s what you want,” he managed to say, hoping it sounded supportive.

“I’m not sure if it’s what I want or not,” she sighed. “But if I get it, it would be a huge step up for me. I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be a permanent job, but if I get it and do a good job with it, I might be in a good position to get the job I really want and stay with it.”

“Chelsea, I have to be honest. Part of me hopes that you get it, since I know you’ve been looking for that better job. But a bigger part of me doesn’t want to see you go.”

“I’m not sure how bad I want to leave you behind, either,” she said. “Kyle, I’ve become very close to you. If any man understands me, you do. Kyle, it shouldn’t be any secret to you that I’ve had lovers before. In fact, I came close to getting married once, but it didn’t work out, and now I’m glad it didn’t. You taught me what a mistake it would have been with him. But damn it, Kyle, this is what I’ve worked toward for a long, long time. Maybe in a year or two … oh, hell.”

He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he just stood there trying to cover up his disappointment until she went on, “Maybe it can still work out, Kyle. I just don’t think it’s going to be soon. As far as that goes, I might not get the job. It’s a one-in-three shot, after all. But if it’s not this, then sooner or later there’ll be another.”

“I guess I can’t say I’m surprised,” he told her, being careful with his words. “I knew it was coming. I wish it could work out differently, but I always knew there was the chance it wouldn’t.”

“It’s not over yet,” she smiled. “Even if I get the job, we still will have a little time left. We’re just going to have to make the best use of it we can.”

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