The model girl living next door

My neighbor is a tall, beautiful girl who usually dresses fashionably and sexily. I often see her wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt with a sheer inner layer and a short skirt. Once, I saw her taking a bucket of freshly washed underwear and bra downstairs to dry. After she came upstairs, I couldn't resist turning on the dryer to peek at her underwear. Her underwear was high-waisted with lace trim and almost semi-transparent, in black, pink, and white... Her bra was a more elegant type with lace trim...

I couldn't resist pretending to collect the laundry and stealing the lingerie and bras. I took them upstairs to my room and used her sexiest black high-waisted semi-transparent lace panties to cover my penis and masturbate. Holding her bra in my other hand, I breathed heavily, thinking about her beautiful figure and face. I was incredibly excited until I ejaculated completely into her panties, finally achieving my greatest satisfaction. Since this was my first time doing this, I was inevitably nervous. I quickly put the lingerie back in its place to dry, thinking about how my penis was intimately attached to the most sensual and mysterious area of this beautiful woman, and I felt incredibly excited. However, I felt very guilty afterward, but the desire lingered in my heart for a long time, anticipating the next opportunity.

Weekends are always pleasant; everyone is busy with work, wanting to have a relaxing holiday. Suddenly, the phone rang. It was the receptionist at the door telling me that a Ms. Cao wanted to see me. I couldn't remember having a female friend with the surname Cao. Since she was here, I had to go out and see her.

It turned out she was a saleswoman from an advertising company. Her company handled advertising on buses, and coincidentally, my company was working on advertising for some new products. As she explained the various aspects of bus advertising, I noticed she possessed a certain allure. Underneath a dark, suit-style jacket, she wore a bright red tank top, and a sparkling necklace adorned her fair neck. A sizable jade pendant hung from her cleavage, the red and green colors catching the eye. Below the pendant, a high, prominent mound indicated her ample bust. Since she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waistline, but her speech and gestures suggested she was quite open-minded.

This sparked my conversation, and we chatted until noon. As the employees left one by one, I realized it was almost 1 PM, so I got up and invited her to lunch. When we arrived at the restaurant, the venue was different, so our conversation naturally turned to something different. We exchanged our hobbies, and she mentioned that she had worked as a model for a while, but later realized her height wasn't ideal and it wouldn't be easy for her to succeed, so she gave it up and switched to advertising. I said I enjoyed playing with cameras, especially portrait photography, and we hit it off immediately. She offered to be my model that afternoon, saying she'd give me a 100-inch enlarged copy if the photos were good.

I left my camera at the office and decided to go. The car headed towards Danshui. It was May, and the weather was just starting to get warm. I arrived at the beach a little past Baisha Bay, where there was a wrecked boat. I used up two rolls of film on that boat. Since she had some modeling training, her poses were quite professional. I asked her, "Would you dare to take some more revealing photos?"

She asked me, "How revealing?" I said, "Whatever, as much as you dare to show." She took off her coat, revealing a strapless red tank top underneath, which made her shoulders look like delicate, porcelain. I noticed her outfit was tight-fitting, clinging tightly to her body. After taking four or five close-up shots, I suggested she take off her bra. She glanced at me, smiled, reached behind her back, unbuttoned her clothes, pulled out a thin bra, and put it in her purse. Just then, two prominent nipples appeared on her chest. I suggested she pull down her neckline a bit, and she did, revealing a rather deep cleavage. I took the photos from above, emphasizing her upturned face and cleavage.

After three or four shots, she said, "Should I pull it down a little more?" She seemed quite confident in her figure. I said, "Just take it off." She said, "Don't be in such a hurry!" When she said that, I knew something was up; there was bound to be more to come. As I was thinking this, she pulled her clothes down a little further, and her nipples were almost completely exposed. She took two more pictures, and I couldn't resist any longer. I stepped forward and pulled her clothes down, revealing two full breasts to my eyes. She quickly and naturally pulled her clothes back up, saying coquettishly, "Why are you doing this?"

The clothes weren't actually pulled back to their original position; you could say she was just using her hands to cover her exposed breasts. But her hands were small and couldn't completely cover them; instead, it looked as if she was supporting them with her hands. Her coquettish yet reproachful expression was even more alluring. I quickly said, "Okay, just like that, don't move." After I took one picture, she suddenly opened her arms, thrust out her chest, wrapped her clothes around her waist, and looked up into the distance. I thought this expression was too affected, so I asked her to turn around and look at my toes. Instead, she squatted down, pulling her miniskirt up to her hips, and supported her upper body with her arms behind her back, exposing her entire upper body to me. I could vaguely see her black panties under her skirt, and through the transparent material, a few pubic hairs were visible. Of course, I wouldn't miss such a shot, and I used up an entire roll of film as she turned.

While loading the film, she asked me, "Are you satisfied with the photos?" I said, "Take off your clothes underneath; it would be better if you only wore your jacket." She did as I suggested. The small jacket couldn't cover her full breasts, and from the side, it showed a bit of her nipples, making her cleavage even more beautiful. I praised her for being a very natural model and then asked her, "Would you dare to take a completely nude shot?"

She thought for a moment and replied, "I've never done one before, and I'd love to try, but how can I do it here?" Although I didn't see anyone around, there were a few people fishing in the distance. I thought, why not find a place just for the two of us? I said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere just for the two of us." She picked up her purse, buttoned her coat, and got into the car with me. She wasn't wearing anything under her coat; the two low buttons couldn't hide her firm breasts. As I drove, she kept glancing to her right. She didn't ask where we were going, only talking about her past experiences as a model. I wasn't listening at all; I was only thinking about how to teach her to pose and take some photos that truly captured the girl's unique qualities.

We drove to a motel in Danshui, parked the car, and she got out. Only then did I ask her, "Is it okay to take photos here?" She said, "You're already here, why are you asking now?" I smiled, opened the trunk, and took out an 800-watt flash, two tripods, and my beloved Hasselblad camera. I then led her upstairs. The biggest difference between a motel and a regular hotel lies in the interior design. The room I chose had an ultrasonic bathtub, and the entire bathroom was transparent. The wallpaper and sheets were elegantly patterned in deep colors, which accentuated the woman's fair skin.

I pulled her close and whispered, "Take off your clothes now and take a bath to get rid of all the marks left by your clothes." She nodded silently and went into the bathroom. I found the power outlet, plugged in the flash, added a lens hood, and set up the Hasselblad camera with a tripod and shutter release. Then I turned around and saw her showering through the transparent glass, wearing a shower cap, letting the water from the showerhead wash over her body. Water streamed down her nipples like two jets of water. What surprised me most was that her pubic hair was only a thin line. The water flowed down her slender waist, gathering at the juncture of her legs, making that area even more alluring.

I pulled up a chair and sat down, but I felt a little embarrassed to stare at her directly. After all, peeping at someone showering is immoral, and I was even more afraid she would find out. I took out another small flash from my camera bag, attached a small tripod, and used it as fill light. As I turned the screw, I couldn't help but glance up at her again, and just then, she looked at me too. Our eyes met, and I was at a loss for words, feeling as awkward as if I'd been caught peeping at someone showering. She responded with a smile, thankfully, there was a lot of condensation on the glass, so I couldn't see very clearly.

A few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a large towel. I said, "Touch up your makeup first, then I'll go take a shower." I went into the bathroom, intending to pull up the plastic curtain, but then I thought, if she's not afraid of me seeing, why should I be afraid of her seeing? Through the glass, I saw her carefully touching up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall. Suddenly, the large towel slipped down, revealing her entire back perfectly. This was a common shot in previous photo albums, but on her, it seemed different. The lines formed by her slightly slender shoulders and arms represented the most beautiful moment in a woman's life. From her side, only half of her breasts were visible below her arms, which seemed even more alluring than from the front. Women spend their lives playing the role of beautiful creatures, but youth is the most precious time. How many years can such a captivating figure last? Isn't the point of taking photos to record the most memorable beauty in a woman's life? This girl truly deserves to be photographed extensively.

I walked out of the bathroom wearing only my underwear, stood behind her, and asked, "Are you done?" She stood up, pulling a large towel with her. I reached out and removed the towel. She took a step back, covering her lower body with her hands. I said, "Your figure is absolutely stunning. The photos will be incredibly captivating." I moved the sofa to the middle, having her recline. The spotlight of the large flash was aimed at her almost flawless body. The camera was equipped with a tungsten film, and a color temperature paper was added in front of the flash. This would result in different colors in the developed photos; white areas would appear even whiter due to a slight blue tint, and her bright red lips would appear even redder. Moreover, the spotlight would darken the background, highlighting the subject's lines.

I kept praising her figure and skin. Indeed, her full skin, exquisite figure, and beautiful face were all top-notch. Her rosy areolas, long legs, and most remarkably, her pubic hair were a beauty not usually seen from the outside. When she released the large towel, I was indeed greatly aroused. But she seemed very concerned about covering her private parts.

I told her this was to preserve precious memories of the most beautiful years of her life, and not to worry too much about conventional thinking. Just like in a fashion show, she should show her best self, the blessings bestowed upon her by heaven. But she said she'd never been completely naked in front of a man she didn't know well before, and she was a little scared.

I think the most beautiful look in a woman's eyes is when she's passionately aroused; it's a look of sexual hunger and a longing for affection. Unfortunately, capturing that look is very difficult. Everyone freezes when facing a camera, and that look immediately disappears. Especially since models don't necessarily feel desire for the photographer, which is why I've never gotten the ideal photos in my previous nude photography sessions. While I was shooting, I chatted with her, asking if she had a boyfriend. She said she'd just broken up with him, but she didn't feel sorry for him because he was a lazy good-for-nothing, and now she realized he wasn't worth loving for over two years. As we talked more, she seemed to relax from her earlier tension. I took photos from the sofa to the window, then from the window to the bed, but I was still not satisfied with her; her nipples weren't particularly prominent.

While changing the film, I asked her, "Are your nipples always half-retracted like this?" She said shyly, "Sometimes they protrude." I asked, "When do they protrude?" I knew, of course, that a woman's nipples only protrude in two situations: when it's cold, and during intercourse. She said, "When I was a model, we used ice to keep them warm." I opened the refrigerator, and it was completely empty except for two cans of beer, and the beer wasn't even cold. I said, "We'll be shooting close-ups of her breasts later; could you make her nipples more prominent?" She rubbed her nipples with her fingers, but it didn't seem to have any effect. She looked up at me, then looked down and rubbed her nipples harder. I said, "Maybe I'll have to rub them for it to work."

She glanced at me shyly, seemingly wanting to say something but remaining silent. I stepped forward and caressed her entire breast with my palm, instantly feeling its soft yet firm texture. The sensation of a man touching a woman's full breasts is truly indescribable. Then, I gently rubbed her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. She first looked down at my hand, thrusting her chest forward for me to touch, then naturally placed her hand on the back of mine. I rubbed her nipple with two fingers, and she suddenly moaned. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back at me. At that moment, I saw the expression I had been waiting for appear.

I whispered, "Does it feel good?" She nodded, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and became immersed in the pleasure of being caressed. I felt that both her nipples were erect, but her desire was still not enough. I asked her, "Have you ever made love with your boyfriend before?" She nodded again. I said, "Now, think about how it felt when you made love before."

She didn't answer. Following my instructions, she turned her body, the flash of the camera lens repeatedly shining on her. She was no longer covering her genitals, and I noticed the pubic hair at the entrance was covered in a sticky fluid. Her eyes were filled with hunger. Suddenly, her lips moved, and she said, "I...I want..." I asked her, "What do you want?" She still murmured as if in a dream, "I...I..." Meanwhile, she gripped my hand tightly again and again. I released her breasts and said, "Look at me now, think about the pleasure of intercourse; this is your most beautiful moment." I reached out and pressed the shutter release. The flash seemed to jolt her awake from her dream, and the expression I had captured for years vanished. I took two more pictures, walked to her side, and asked, "Want more pictures?"

She suddenly hugged my neck and said, "Kiss me." I kissed her, and she pressed her naked body against me, desperately. I was only wearing underwear, and she immediately became aroused. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my genitals, further fueling my raging lust. Her tongue churned in my mouth like a blender, and her hands slipped inside my vest, caressing my back. I lowered my head and sucked on her breasts, and she moaned even louder. I reached down to the juncture of her legs, which was already overflowing with desire. I touched her vulva, and she reached down and pulled down my underwear. I knelt down and put my penis in her mouth.

I don't know how long she sucked before spitting it out. I put her on the sofa and asked her, "Do you want it?" She still held onto my lower body, kissing me from my navel to my lower abdomen, all the way to my penis, constantly saying, "I want it, I want it." I took a step back and said, "Now imagine me penetrating you, kissing your breasts." After taking four or five more pictures, she couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed forward and hugged me tightly again. Her skin was icy cold, but it quickly warmed up in my arms. Her nipples first gently rubbed against my skin, then pressed tightly against me. I picked her up, walked to the bedside, and as I put her down, I pressed myself against her. My penis easily slipped through her labia and entered her vagina. She cried out loudly, hugging me tightly with both arms and wrapping her legs around my calves. Her tongue moved frantically in my mouth, making constant sounds.

Her vagina was very slippery, tightly gripping my penis. I slowly began to thrust, and her vagina tightened and loosened with the rhythm of my thrusts. I asked her, "Does this feel good?" She murmured dreamily, "Yes, so good, faster, faster." I sped up, and she responded by breathing faster. I told her to turn over so I could penetrate her from behind. She supported herself with one hand and frantically rubbed her breasts with the other before touching my penis. I reached into her vagina and found her clitoris. This action drove her almost crazy. I thrust deeper and deeper, and with each thrust, she screamed.

Then I turned her over again. She lay flat on her back, looking at me with hungry eyes. I pulled up her legs, and her genitals were fully exposed before my eyes. She seemed to be wondering how I was going to penetrate her, and there was some fear in her eyes. I pulled her legs up and penetrated her again. Because her legs were pulled up high, her genitals were more strained. She kept twisting her head and screaming, as if she could not withstand the impact on her body. Her breasts swayed as she twisted, and her hands sometimes grabbed her breasts and sometimes grabbed the sheets. All her reactions made me unable to hold back any longer and I ejaculated into her uterus.

I put her feet down, and she breathed heavily. I saw a white liquid slowly flowing from her vagina. I grabbed two tissues from the vanity and covered her vulva, but her hands wrapped around my neck again. I pressed myself tightly against her, our tongues entwined once more. As we walked into the bathroom, she said, "It's been so long since I've felt like this." I replied, "Me too." The ultrasonic bathtub was filled with

water, and she poured in foam bath gel, quickly creating layers of bubbles. Our bodies were pressed together, surrounded by the foam. I didn't know what to say, and she didn't speak either, but our hands roamed over each other's bodies. I wondered how we had come to this strange encounter. We'd only known each other for a little over four hours since this morning, and we'd already done the most important thing between a man and a woman. How could this continue? She'd come to see me to ask for advertising, and I was already interested in advertising. It seemed I could agree to her request, but should this game continue?

She gently kissed my cheek and asked, "What are you thinking about? Why haven't you reacted for so long?" I snapped out of my reverie and realized her small hand was stroking my penis underwater, but because I was preoccupied with something else, I didn't know how long she'd been doing it, and there was still no reaction. I said, "Where did you come from, you little devil, making me so dizzy?" She said, "What? You brought me here, how can you call me a devil?" We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, kissing her passionately again. Gradually, the water cooled down. I pulled her up, letting go of the showerhead to rinse off the soap, but she grabbed the showerhead first, gently rinsing me from back down, then turning to face me, carefully washing my penis again and again. I asked her, "Why are you so good to him?"

She replied, "He just gave me pleasure!" Then it was my turn to wash her. The strong jet of water hitting my glans produced a strange pleasure. I thought I should aim the water at her clitoris; that should give her pleasure too. I had her sit on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread wide. This time, I could truly see her entire genitals. When I aimed the water at her clitoris, she quickly closed her legs. I asked her, "Don't you think that will give you pleasure?"

She said, "I'm afraid I'll fall into the bathtub." I went behind her and had her lean against me. She grabbed the showerhead and sprayed water on her genitals. I started massaging her breasts from behind. After a few minutes, she put down the showerhead, stood up, and said, "This is so boring. It just makes me itchy inside." After drying off, we went back to bed, embracing each other. We both watched the pornographic film on TV. I asked her, "What do you women feel when you watch this kind of film?" She said, "It depends on the time and place."

The TV was showing a Japanese film with sadomasochistic themes. The male protagonist liked to tie women up for sex. The women's cries of pain after being tied up were very seductive to him. While the women seemed pitifully abused, they actually found great pleasure in this painful experience afterward. She rested her head in my arm, her hands gently stroking my chest repeatedly. Watching the scene on TV, her hands gradually tightened, moving downwards until they reached my most sensitive spot. My hand, which had been gripping her breasts, tightened as well. Her body began to writhe, pressing closer to me, her thighs covering my lower body. I could feel her rubbing her genitals against my body under the sheets. I shifted slightly, wanting to see her expression. She gasped, "It's so itchy inside." I rolled over, sucking greedily on her full breasts while reaching for her vulva. Her vulva, which had been clean before, was now overflowing again. My fingers slowly slid inside, and she quickly spread her legs. The deeper I went in, the louder her moans grew, and the more fiercely my fingers moved inside her. She not only writhed more violently, but also stroked my penis faster and faster.

Suddenly, she sat up, climbed on top of me, grabbed my penis, and shoved it into her vulva. I thrust upwards, and she cried out, then began to move wildly again, her body undulating up and down, her hands grabbing mine and kneading her breasts vigorously until she was exhausted. I pulled her up from the bed and made her stand facing the mirror. I sat on the edge of the bed first, then she sat on my lap with her back to me, and naturally inserted my penis back into her vagina.

In the mirror, we both saw an alluring figure, constantly writhing, her waist and chest arching upwards in waves, her four hands roaming freely. Her already full breasts were now even firmer, the protruding nipples occasionally hindering my wandering hands. Below her slender waist were sparse pubic hairs, beneath which was a hard, erect penis, held between her pink labia. She intermittently opened her eyes to admire her proud figure, then quickly closed them again, savoring the pleasure of sex. Once again, she gave me unparalleled pleasure. With each breath, her vagina contracted repeatedly, from my penis to the glans, as if she were sucking it with her mouth.

The television broadcast the screams of a woman being tortured, mixed with moans of pleasure. In the mirror's reflection, we could see a woman bound hand and foot, suspended face down in the air. The male protagonist was standing, penetrating her completely suspended. Her breasts were hanging precariously, bound by ropes and tightly tied behind her back, making them appear as if they were about to fall off. The protagonist gripped her spread thighs, thrusting into her vagina and anus. The woman, unable to exert any leverage, was completely at his mercy, only able to scream. These screams aroused her greatly. She sat up, leaning over the edge of the bed, demanding to be penetrated from behind. Her raised buttocks accentuated her vulva. As I vigorously thrust my lower body, I roughly grabbed her breasts. She kept yelling, "Harder! Harder!" I didn't know if she wanted me to penetrate harder or grip harder. I only saw her face in the mirror, looking as if she were in great pain. Naturally, whether I was penetrating or gripping, she unconsciously used more force.

I pulled her hands behind her back and held them tightly. At this point, she could only use her head to support the pillow, her face turned to the left, her eyes closed, her mouth half-open as she gasped for breath, but her buttocks were still sticking up high. She cried out even louder. I wondered if I should penetrate her anus, but I had never had any experience with anal penetration before, and I felt that doing so would be somewhat dirty, so I still didn't want to penetrate her anus.

Perhaps she was tired of my thrusting in that position, and wanted to turn over. I released her, and we both landed on the sheets, our bodies still tightly joined. I kissed her back, but that didn't seem to satisfy her, so I flipped her over again, lifted her buttocks, and bent her knees towards her shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her knees and placed them on her breasts, making her vagina protrude. I thrust deeply, and she couldn't move. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, adding another point of contact between us. I sealed both her mouths shut, and I could only feel the pain from her fingernails digging into my back again and again, but the more painful it was, the more I felt the thrill of conquest. With another strong tremor from her, I ejaculated a second time.

After the second round of passion, we were both a little tired. I didn't care if she objected, took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and unexpectedly said, "Can I have one too?" I lit a cigarette for her too, and we lay on the bed, blowing smoke rings. She seemed to be a heavy smoker. Curious, I asked her, "How did you learn that contracting technique?" She said, "Back in school, I had a best friend who worked part-time at a famous brothel. The owner taught them some techniques to make men feel better. She told us about it, and although we didn't want to discuss it openly, we secretly practiced it in the shower and in bed. We practiced sucking water in the shower and inserting our fingers into the blankets and sucking repeatedly. Later, we learned from our boyfriends that this technique really does make men feel better, and we also feel better because the men experience pleasure. Later, we also learned some oral sex techniques. At first, it was just for fun, but later we realized that it gives both men and women greater pleasure."

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