The model girl next door

The intercom rang over the weekend. It was the receptionist at the door telling me that a Ms. Cao wanted to see me. I couldn't recall having a female friend with the surname Cao, but since she was there, I had to go out and see her. It turned out she was a salesperson 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 that this woman had a certain charm. Underneath a dark, suit-style jacket, she wore a bright red camisole, and a sparkling necklace adorned her fair neck. A sizable jade pendant hung from her chest, the red and green colors particularly striking. Below the pendant, her prominent bust indicated a considerable size. Since she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waistline, but from her speech and gestures, I could tell she was quite open-minded.

This sparked my conversation, and we chatted until noon. The employees all left work one by one, and I realized it was almost 1 p.m., so I got up and invited her to lunch. When we arrived at the restaurant, the venue was different, so our conversation naturally shifted. 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 Tamsui. 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. She had some modeling training, after all, and 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're willing to show."

She took off her coat, revealing a strapless red tank top underneath, which accentuated her shoulders like delicate, porcelain skin. I noticed the tank top was tight-fitting, clinging tightly to her body. After taking four or five close-up photos, I suggested she take off her bra. She glanced at me, smiled, reached behind her back, unbuttoned her coat, 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 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 just used her hands to cover her exposed breasts. But her hands were small and couldn't completely cover them; instead, it looked like she was supporting them with her hands. Her coquettish expression was even more alluring. I quickly said, "Okay, just like that, don't move." After I took a 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 photo?"

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 many people around, there were still a few people fishing in the distance. I thought, why not find a place where it's just the two of us? I said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere where it's just 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, but just kept talking about her 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 features.

We drove to a motel in Tamsui, 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. Peeping at someone showering is immoral, and I was afraid she'd find out. I took another small flash from my camera bag, attached a small tripod, and used it for fill light. While turning the screw, I couldn't help but glance up at her again. 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 smiled instead of answering. Luckily, there was a lot of condensation on the glass, so I couldn't see clearly.

A few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a large towel. I said, "You can touch up your makeup first, then I'll go shower." I went into the bathroom, thinking of pulling up the plastic curtain, but then I thought, if she's not afraid of me watching, why should I be afraid of her watching? Through the glass, I saw her meticulously touching up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall. Suddenly, a large towel slipped down, revealing her entire back flawlessly. 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 be maintained? Isn't the purpose of taking a photo album 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 and stood behind her, asking, "Are you done?" She stood up, pulling the large towel. I reached out and removed the towel. She took a step back, covering her lower body with her hands. I said, "Your figure is truly amazing. When the photos are developed, they will definitely be stunning." I moved the sofa to the middle and had her lie diagonally, aiming the spotlight of the large flash 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, so the developed photos would have different colors. The white areas would appear even whiter because of the slight blue tint, and her bright red lips would appear even redder. Moreover, the spotlight would make the entire background pitch black, highlighting the lines of the subject.

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 truly aroused.

But she seemed very concerned about covering her private parts. I told her that 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 side, all the gifts bestowed upon her by heaven. But she said she had never been completely naked in front of a man she didn't know very well before, and she was a little scared.

I think the most beautiful look in a woman's eyes is when she's passionately seeking pleasure. It's a look of sexual hunger and a longing for affection. Unfortunately, capturing that look is difficult. Everyone freezes in front of the camera, and that look vanishes instantly. Especially since models don't necessarily feel desire for the photographer. That's why, in my previous nude photography sessions, I never managed to get the ideal photos. 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 bum, and now she realized he wasn't worth loving for over two years. As we talked, she seemed to relax. I photographed her from the sofa to the window, then from the window to the bed. But what I wasn't satisfied with was that 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?" Of course I know that a woman's nipples only become erect in two situations: when it's cold and during intercourse. She said, "When I was a model, we used ice cubes to keep them warm." I opened the refrigerator and found it completely empty except for two cans of beer, and the beer wasn't even cold. I said, "We're going to shoot close-ups of her breasts later, could you make her nipples a little more erect?" 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, seemed to want to say something but didn't. I stepped forward and stroked her entire breast with my palm. I immediately felt that her breast was soft yet firm; the feeling of a man touching a woman's full breasts is really hard to describe. Then I gently rubbed her nipples 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 nipples with two fingers, and she suddenly moaned. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back at me. Then 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 lost 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 had sex with your boyfriend before?" She nodded again. I said, "Now think about how it felt when you had sex before."

She didn't answer, but as I instructed, she turned her body over. The spotlight shone on her again and again. She was no longer covering her genitals, and I noticed that the pubic hair at the entrance of her vagina was covered in sticky fluid. Her eyes were filled with hunger. Suddenly, her lips moved slightly, and she said, "I...I want..."

I asked her, "What are you thinking about?" She still mumbled 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 immediately, a change occurred. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my genitals, further arousing a raging torrent of lust. Her tongue churned in my mouth like a blender, and her hands reached inside my vest, constantly stroking my back. I lowered my head and sucked on her breasts, and she moaned even louder. I also reached for the juncture of her legs, which was already overflowing. 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, saying repeatedly, "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 stepped forward and hugged me tightly. Her skin was cold, but it quickly warmed up when I held her in my arms. Her nipples first gently rubbed against my body, 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 incredibly slippery with her juices, tightly gripping my penis. I slowly began to thrust, and her vagina tightened and loosened with the rhythm of my thrusts. I asked her if it felt good. She murmured dreamily, "Yes, so good, faster, faster." I increased my speed, and she responded with faster breathing. I told her to turn over so I could penetrate her from behind. She supported herself with one hand, frantically rubbing her breasts with the other, then touching my penis. I reached into her vagina, finding her clitoris. This action almost drove her crazy. I thrust in as deeply as I could, and with each thrust, she cried out.

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