Apparition of the Fog

 

 It made for an incredible photo shoot thanks to Maria, Marti and the fog.  Hi, it's Roxy.  When the weather predicted fog for the morning, Maria got up extra early well before dawn and looked out to find pretty much 0 visibility as thick fog enveloped our little complex of 4 houses.  Excitedly, she gather several of us together: Marti, Michelle, Dana, Daphne, Lin, Kaatje and I.  Maria had been waiting for a thick morning fog at daybreak to photograph Marti and this day promised perfection.  Daphne helped Marti get ready in this ultra tight white dress.  She even fit Marti with a white wig to make her already white/gray hair even whiter.  Maria wanted Marti to blend with the fog so that she appeared more as a shape stepping out of the fog than as a person.

Maria's instincts were perfect as we gathered in a field dotted with trees behind what we call the "Fourth House" on our property, the house we sometimes use as a studio.  Marti with Kaatje and Daphne to help her walked away from the house as dawn broke until she disappeared deep into the fog.  By then the rest of the ladies in our group except for Ruthie and Lacy had joined us, eager for the ghostly photo session to begin.  When Maria called out Marti slowly approached us as Maria and Lin readied their cameras.  It was indeed eerie but outrageously sexy when Marti's form first became evident.  We could not see any detail, just shape.  The cameras began clicking like made as  Marti posed, first clothed then pulling down her top to expose first one then the second huge breast.  The many years and hundreds of thousands of pictures Marti had posed for over the years certainly paid dividends as she had of us - well, all except Maria and Lin who were busy with their cameras - caressing our own breasts and running our hands between our legs.  That busty, curvaceous form, slightly shifting as the density of the fog changed with the wind, had us all captivated and when she posed leaning against a small, naked crepe myrtle tree with twisted branches it was like a perfect vision of an old gothic novel. God, and those huge nipples were as thick as some of the branches but straight and impervious to the wind as the smaller limbs shivered with the stronger gusts.  Marti slowly - very slowly indeed! - walked toward us, hips swaying and tits moving side to side until her details emerged.  You could hear us all gasp when the ghostly form became Marti once again, those tits huge and perfect, the white hair surrounding them her face in an unusual - for her - somber expression as if she was indeed an apparition of the fog.

 

(I took the photo above with my cell after the professionals were done and we were back on one of the house's porches.  Even though the morning was brighter then the fog still hadn't burned away.)