Hot summer

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One hot summer day, I told Mingwei that my birthday was coming up and asked him for a present, but he didn't know what to get me. I thought about it and realized I had a good figure and a certain charm, but I'd never documented it. I worried that after having children, my figure might change, so I wanted to preserve those precious memories. I told Mingwei I wanted to have some artistic photos taken, and he thought it was a great idea. So we went out to find a studio specializing in artistic photography.
After comparing several studios, we finally found one that looked pretty good. The owner was a professional photographer, tall and thin with an artistic air about him, and he seemed quite professional. After discussing some ideas with the photographer, the three of us went to the basement studio. Since
it was just the photographer and us, the shoot was very relaxed. After a while, the photographer said that I had good features, and since it was summer, we could shoot something a little cooler to truly capture my perfect figure.
I discussed it with Mingwei, and he said, "Okay!" It didn't matter since he was there. So, under the photographer's guidance, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, subtly revealing half of my breast, then gently lifted my skirt to expose my alluring thighs, even my semi-transparent thong was faintly visible, and the photographer's lens clicked and captured my captivating figure.
Soon after, I had taken off my top, revealing a seductive black bra. Since it was my first time undressing in front of strangers, I felt shy and a little uneasy, but the photographer was very kind and professional, which reassured me a lot, though I still felt a little hot all over.
After shooting for a while, the photographer gestured for me to take off my skirt. I glanced at Mingwei, who nodded excitedly, so I slowly took off my skirt, revealing my sexy semi-transparent black thong. I noticed the photographer seemed to swallow hard.
Since it was the first time I had dressed so scantily and exposed myself between two men, I felt a little embarrassed, but also a little excited and uneasy—a feeling I had never experienced since getting married. The flash went off a few times, and the photographer suggested that since we were already there, we should take some memorable nude art photos to leave a lasting impression and ask me to relax.
I asked Mingwei, who said that since it was a birthday gift for me, I could decide for myself. Mingwei said that since we had been married, he had never really looked at my nude body properly, so he was also curious to see the results. The presence of strangers made me feel excited. And since we wanted to create a perfect record, why not go all out? There might not be another chance like this, and the photographer seemed quite respectable. There weren't any other people around, so I slowly took off my bra, and my 34C breasts popped out.
Although I'd been married for several years, my breasts hadn't deformed. While my nipples were a bit dark, this color actually enhanced the allure of my mature beauty. When my 34C breasts bounced out, I blushed instantly and didn't dare look up at the camera.
The photographer paused for a moment, then started snapping photos rapidly. I looked quite surprised. At this moment, exposed to outsiders, I was experiencing strange changes within myself. A tingling, numb sensation was washing over me, my heart was racing, and my whole body was heating up, giving me an unprecedented feeling.
The photographer, praising me, gestured for me to slowly remove my last piece of clothing, my underwear. Good heavens! Was I completely naked? Being naked in front of two men was something I had never done before. I think I was already a little excited, and with the photographer's persuasion and praise, I slowly took off my underwear, my entire body now exposed before them. My neatly trimmed pubic hair was also revealed, which made Mingwei's expression even more surprised. But the more surprised Mingwei was, the more I seemed to be lost in the atmosphere. This was another version of myself…
At this moment, I could feel a trickle of lustful fluid flowing from my vagina. My brain was being greatly stimulated, making me somewhat dizzy. Under the photographer's guidance, my movements became increasingly bold, and my behavior was starting to spiral out of control. After posing in various positions, the photographer deliberately asked if I was a virgin, praising my figure as pure and lovely like a virgin's. These provocative words made me feel aroused, like I was on morphine, and my body became even more excited.
At this moment, the photographer told me, "Beautiful lady, your nipples need to be a little more erect, it will look better in the photos." He then told me to pinch my own nipples to see if I could make them more erect. I shyly did as the photographer said, but the scene was truly arousing, because the image of me rubbing my breasts looked exactly like a scene from a Japanese adult film. I noticed that even Mingwei's crotch was rapidly swelling.
Suddenly, the photographer stopped shooting, saying that the photos of my nipples weren't good enough. So he went upstairs and got a small yellow model cup, then took a small popsicle from the cup and came to my side, still praising my figure. He said that because my nipples weren't erect enough, he was afraid the photos wouldn't look good, so he asked for my consent to stimulate my nipples with the popsicle. Because I trusted his professionalism, I nodded without fully understanding what the photographer was saying.
The photographer took a small popsicle and rubbed it in circles on my nipples. I trembled and let out a soft moan. I had never experienced such stimulation before! However, my expression seemed to indicate I was enjoying it. My nipples quickly hardened, and even the buds on my areolas were clearly visible. Hmm! The photographer was experienced; otherwise, Mingwei's tongue might have been needed...
The photographer was still whispering something in my ear, gently stimulating my nipples with the popsicle. At that moment, I seemed to involuntarily part my legs slightly, and looking through the slit, I saw familiar love juice flowing down my labia. Then the photographer handed me the popsicle and guided me to slide my hand holding it across my labia before getting up and returning to the camera to continue shooting. Mingwei, however, was burning with desire, almost unable to contain himself. He had known me for so many years and had never seen such a steamy scene. This was a different me, completely different from the one he knew.
Just as I was getting aroused, a very erotic scene appeared before Mingwei: I was sliding an ice pop against my vulva, sometimes even gently inserting it inside, and my face was flushed. I knew I was extremely aroused; although I tried my best to remain silent, they could still faintly hear my rapid breathing. At
this moment, I felt my vagina was even wetter than before, my whole body was burning, and a strange pleasure and stimulation continued to assault me. Although no one had actually touched my body, my inner desires had overwhelmed me. I didn't even want the photoshoot to end so quickly; lust was gradually overwhelming my reason.
At this moment, the photographer drew back the curtain. A classic European-style bed appeared behind it, and he asked me to move to the bed to continue the shoot. Mingwei asked me anxiously, "Is it okay now?" I squinted my eyes, and Mingwei said, "Just one more shot."
Mingwei's eyes were fixed on my naked body, but his crotch kept twitching. I thought he would definitely make love to me when we got home. At this moment, I confidently said to Mingwei, "After the photos are taken, you'll see a beautiful me."
The classic large bed was covered with pink and white sheets, and the photographer had scattered some rose petals. I told Mingwei to step back a little so as not to block the photographer's view. Mingwei took several steps back; he probably wanted to calm down, lest he get too impulsive and start a wild session with me on the bed, which would be embarrassing. Sure enough, Mingwei said, "I'm going upstairs for a smoke and to buy some drinks at the convenience store." I nodded dreamily.
After Mingwei went upstairs, the photographer told me to lie on the bed and open my legs, which I slowly did. I never imagined I would make such a bold move; I had already lost control in this atmosphere. I closed my eyes and slowly opened my legs, touching my labia with my left hand and my breast with my right. I was now an animal in heat; lust made me unable to control my behavior. I seemed to want to enjoy this pleasure. I automatically parted my labia majora, allowing the photographer to clearly capture my private parts.
After a while, I parted my labia minora and raised my legs high. It was a very shameful pose, but with the photographer's praise, I couldn't help but follow his instructions. At that moment, all I wanted was to have beautiful photos taken.
Suddenly, the photographer opened the antique wardrobe next to us, revealing a variety of extremely provocative lingerie. He urged me to wear them for the photoshoot, so I chose a purple lace corset. Wearing it below my breasts, the corset made them appear even higher and more alluring. Four lace straps adorned the bottom of the corset, clipped to pale purple stockings, making me look like an extremely wanton noblewoman. Under the camera's lens, I posed even more boldly, striking various provocative and lewd poses, determined to capture my most sensual side.
I gently caressed my breasts and opened my vulva wide for the photographers. My expression truly looked wanton; my vagina was already soaking wet, feeling intensely tingly inside. My labia majora and minora were swollen and engorged with blood from excitement. It seemed I really wanted something to fill my vagina.
The photographer then pulled out a small bottle and told me it was a new product. He said that if you sprayed it on your skin, it would make your skin smooth and beautiful, like wearing stockings, and it would also make the photos look better. I had seen this product in magazines, but I had never used it. I was surprised that the photographer had it, but for the sake of good photos, I immediately nodded in agreement.
So I took the bottle and started applying it. "It's not applied very evenly; there are some areas that haven't been covered," the photographer said while examining me. Then he took the bottle from my hand, poured a little on his hand, and without noticing his actions, he bent down and applied the oil to the inside of my thigh.
I said shyly, "Where?" I only answered when the photographer started applying it, but this half-questioning tone seemed to agree with the photographer's actions. It was too late to stop him, so I could only acquiesce to his actions.
The photographer practically reapplied oil to my legs. His large, meticulous hands moved slowly down my thighs to my calves, his movements more like caressing than applying oil. The smooth, slippery sensation made my already sensitive body tremble slightly. Kneeling on the floor
, his face was directly in front of my crotch. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive opening, sending shivers down my spine. I had a vague feeling that this wasn't right…
“Come on! Lift it up.” In his enthusiasm, the photographer lifted one of my legs and placed it on the edge of the bed. I was a little unsteady on my feet, and one hand naturally rested on the photographer's slender shoulder. Without a word, he took off my high heels and applied oil evenly from my toes to the soles of my feet, along my ankles. This felt incredibly comfortable, and with the occasional acupressure massage, my whole body gradually relaxed. The photographer quickly put the high heels back on for me. This was the first time someone had helped me put on high heels, and this attentiveness made me feel a little giddy. But even after I was in them, the photographer still had my feet propped up on the edge of the bed.
He poured some more oil into his palm and began applying it to my other foot, gently stroking it from my calf upwards, past my knee, and slowly moving upwards. This gave me a very stimulating feeling because one leg was bent and propped up on the edge of the bed, my thighs were spread apart, and my lower body was completely open. Moreover, this position caused my vulva to slightly open, and with the comfortable stimulation of the oil, my vulva instinctively opened and closed, as if anticipating something. I knew that this continuous engorgement would lead to over-excitement.
I tried to suppress the rising arousal I was feeling, but the photographer continued to caress, massage, and rub my private parts. His hand stopped abruptly at my pubic area, then traced a line along the edge of my pubic bone with his finger. This gesture eased my tension; the photographer was quite restrained and wouldn't cross that line. This action truly made me feel at ease and enjoy his service.
Then, the photographer asked me to stand up so he could check if the application was even. "Hmm! Your thighs are still a little lacking," the photographer said, then poured some more "stocking oil" onto his hand.
However, because my feet, which were supported by the ground, were covered in oil, the lubrication of the oil made it difficult for me to stand. I had to put both hands on the photographer's shoulders. Similarly, the photographer's hands continued to apply the oil up to my upper thighs, but this time he lingered on the very top of my thighs, massaging back and forth along the edge of my labia majora. This action, being so close to my sensitive area, created a sense of constant potential invasion, which made me feel even more aroused. But I still risked letting the photographer continue.
Fortunately, the photographer remained mindful of boundaries, but this very mindfulness made me lower my guard because of my trust. "All done! You got lucky this time." I teased the photographer, trusting that he wouldn't do anything inappropriate, so I spoke without restraint and naturally started joking with him.
"All done!" The photographer stood up to put the bottle away, but I tripped over it and spilled some on me.
"Okay! I think I'll have to apply it all over now to make it even!" the photographer laughed.
My breasts were covered in oil. "Wow! It's all soaked into my clothes!" I exclaimed. The photographer had indeed accidentally spilled a lot of oil on me. The oil from my chest slid down my cleavage and into my vest, which was quite uncomfortable, since it was all on my chest.
"Come on! Why don't you take off the vest?" Since he was right next to me, the photographer pulled me closer without a word. I turned around so my back was to him, and he immediately found the buttons on the vest and unbuttoned them all at once, and the purple vest was off my body.
"Spread the oil evenly, it'll look better and feel more comfortable." The photographer tossed the vest aside and, without waiting for my reply, began to stroke my back. Some of the oil from before had also dripped down my back, but the photographer's hands moved slowly upwards from my waist, and I couldn't tell whether it was the oil that had just dripped in or the oil from his hands.
"My legs are so sore!" I said to the photographer in a spoiled tone. As for the photographer's initiative in removing my vest and applying lotion, I wasn't particularly opposed. In fact, I found it quite comfortable, mainly because I had trusted him since the start of the shoot, believing he wouldn't do anything inappropriate.
The photographer walked to the bedside and sat down. "Come on! Sit on my lap, that way you won't get the sheets wet." The photographer pulled my arm, turned me around, and gently pulled me down.
"Aren't you afraid I'll break you?" I teased the photographer, gently sitting on his lap as he pulled me down. I thought it would be fine, since I wasn't sitting on his thighs, but when my bare buttocks touched his knees, the bones pressed against them, making me feel a little uncomfortable.
"What are you afraid of? It's not like you're sitting on something you shouldn't be sitting on." The photographer made a slightly lewd joke, but his hands weren't idle. After I sat down, his hands reached my shoulders and began stroking my neck and shoulders, then slowly pressing down.
"Your skills are pretty good, you could do a side job," I said to the photographer. The photographer's massage was very comfortable, especially with the lubrication of the oil. I felt his hands wandering around, then inch by inch down to my waist, then back up, stroking and stroking, before finally caressing my smooth, soft back without any resistance.
Since his pants were also covered in oil, I felt myself slowly sliding down his lap. I didn't adjust my posture, letting myself slide naturally so my buttocks wouldn't feel uncomfortable from his kneecaps. I felt his hands move from my waist down to my lower abdomen, wiping away the oil. His hands then stroked along the edge of my pubic hair, slowly moving upwards to the lower edge of my breasts, gently stroking along the edges. I started to tremble slightly.
Thankfully, I was facing away from him. On the other hand, his knees seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally raised, causing me to slowly slide down his thighs until my buttocks touched his lower abdomen. My bare back was almost pressed against his, and he naturally moved his hands down my waist to his lower abdomen.
Suddenly, the photographer's hand slid into my inner thigh, which aroused me. His other hand caressed the edge of my breast, pushing upwards with each stroke. Each touch covered a larger area of my breast, intensifying the stimulation. I knew the photographer was testing the waters, constantly crossing the line. The smooth, slippery feel of the lubricant between his hand and skin made me reluctant to stop.
"Mmm~~." When his entire hand rubbed my breast, I went limp, wanting to make a sound to stop him. But when his fingers pinched my nipple, I involuntarily let out my first wanton moan. Encouraged by the moan, the photographer continued, one hand caressing my breast, the other rubbing my nipple, while the other hand directly kneaded it with his fingers. Waves of tingling pleasure shot to my head, and my moans grew louder.
As my body grew increasingly hot, I felt a hot, hard rod pressing against my buttocks. I knew it was the photographer's penis, but I didn't care anymore. I knew it was a normal male reaction, and it proved that my body was beautiful and alluring. Under the photographer's caresses, my whole body began to heat up again.
Then the photographer leaned close to my ear, his hot breath making my whole body itch. Suddenly, the photographer bit my earlobe, and I almost immediately let out a ecstatic moan, because that was a very sensitive area. Once bitten, my whole body would immediately go weak, and with his large hands roaming all over my body, my primal female instincts were about to explode.
"Ah~~ Ah~~." The photographer kept kneading my nipples forcefully, making me feel numb and tingly, so stimulated that I couldn't speak. Just as I was about to lose myself, the photographer supported my left thigh with one hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist, then turned me around so that I was straddling his lap, facing him.
This unexpected move caught me off guard. Sitting on the photographer's slippery lap, I had no time to stop him and instinctively followed his movements, naturally straddling his thighs and kneeling on his lap. This was a far cry from the previous position where we were chest to back; this new position created a small distance between us. This sudden movement drove me a little crazy.
"Photographer! Is this... okay?" Although the photographer had already touched my breasts all over, this position still made me very shy! "Mmm..." the photographer mumbled, placing his hands on my waist and gently sliding them up and down. In my extreme arousal, I could only let him caress my slender waist.
I felt his gaze move down to my bare breasts. My breasts were beautifully shaped, not sagging with age, and firm and perky. I knew a man was scrutinizing my naked body and could feel my nipples hardening.
"Beautiful! You're even prettier than a goddess." The photographer exclaimed, placing my hands on his shoulders and moving his hands towards my bare breasts. Hearing his praise, my defenses almost completely crumbled. Although I outwardly seemed to want the photographer to stop, I actually remained seated on his lap.

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