HNT - Helping Hands

So I'm sitting here, outdoors, with a really sketchy internet connection, between two sets of summer-rental ski condo buildings, barbecuing supper on an unfamiliar "community" grill, and wondering how I could possibly pull of a convincing Half-Nekkid Thursday photo with (now) just a few minutes to go before we go altogether out of range. Heck, I don't even have my regular camera out. There are dozens of people walking and (woah) golf-carting around (I'm not used to this kind of environment) and while I have to agree with the family members who booked this trip that it's a great "base camp" for checking out the upper Idaho panhandle area (if you ever get a chance Priest Lake, where we excursed on our excursions today, is an amazing, and amazingly remote area) it's still not exactly the kind of time or place that you'd think would support out-in-the-open, hours-before-sundown even semi-pseudo-kinky photography.

But then I remembered something I read a while back... I thought it was from Sinclair of Sugarbutch but maybe not since I can't find it now... about how a partner's hands are often the first, and also often the most long-term reliably pleasurable part of their anatomy and I thought...

Y'know, it's really true. I can't remember exactly which "bases" are which in the classic first-base, second-base scenario (clarification's welcome in comments, of course) but it does seem like almost every sexual encounter that's led to intercourse, and many, many others that didn't, involved someone's hands -- mine or a partners -- sliding under each other's shorts legs, hands slipping beneath waistbands, hands slowly sliding down zippers, or unbuttoning buttons, fingers patting and tapping and seeking, gripping perhaps or dipping depending on who finds what, and then stroking or circling, palming, pressing, faster and more rhythmically... growing slowly slippery early on, or pulsingly slick near the end, and then gentling, stroking, soothing, as breathing slows and often-shy smiles bloom.

And that's when I realized I could photograph one of the most lascivious parts of my body in broad daylight with impunity. :-)

Happy HNT (or Half-nekkid Thursday!)