For an hour and a half of filming, I swept, as if in a bath. Her own forces, it seemed, had no end.

After taking another fifty shots, Ayana said that she needed to change her clothes again and asked to dim the lights.

“The next photo shoot should be in the twilight,” she warned.

“Good,” I agreed, turning off the main lighting, setting up and positioning additional lamps.

- Are you ready? - For some reason, asked the girl because of the screen.

- I am yes. And you?

- I go out.

And came out ...

She was wearing only the same white shirt. The legs were bare and bare. Aiyana shook her head and turned half-turned to me shot eyes. I automatically, on the machine shot a frame. The girl changed her position. I clicked the shutter again, doing everything intuitively, as my thoughts were agitated and could not calm down.

“Do you really want this?” - the words spun in the language, but not a sound came from the throat. I, as if spellbound, continued to shoot, and admire the young beauty, courage, audacity, and temptation. When, with the next pose, the girl threw her arms up, the shirt fit her body tightly, and I saw two flashed spots of the nipples of her naked chest, and a thin strip of light panties on the bottom, on the hips. Under her shirt were only panties.

I was indignant. And angry. And he was happy. I could leave, but I could not. I continued to shoot, knowing that each frame is exclusive and hoping that the girl makes them exclusively for herself, and would not dare to show someone else.

Her postures were becoming more outspoken, but not vulgar. She clearly followed the fine line between these two very conventional concepts.

Shoulder naked. Click!

Neck, back. Click!

Hips, almost to the buttocks. Click!

The newly stretched fabric of the shirt follows the contours of small hills of breasts and pea nipples. Click

Suddenly the girl seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly ran to me.

- Show me what happened.

Not at all embarrassed by her almost nude look, she looked into the camera, considering the resulting result.

I tried to turn off my brain, to transfer it to the “work” mode, in order not to notice anything else around, except the camera and the captured images. Usually, on official assignments, this helped: among the devastation after the elements, and among the horrors of war after the shelling, but this time it did not work. I could not resist the thought that I wanted this girl and simply accepted it, let her in, without thinking and giving no account of the consequences. This happened in 36 years with me for the first time.

I woke up. Aiyana turned on the camera footage. Some looked at a glimpse, others lingering longer.

I looked into the display and said in my own voice:

- This one turned out well.

The girl looked at it for a couple of seconds, then increasing, then reducing the frame, and then looked at me and asked:

- True?

And at that moment our eyes caught each other, her arms wrapped around my neck, and I put my hot palms on her waist, and Ayyana brought her parted lips to me, her head tilted a little to one side. I felt her warm breath, dry lips, wet tongue. I firmly pulled the girl to me, enjoying a kiss with my young beauty. When we opened the mouth, we looked at each other for a long time, breathing heavily. I do not know what my opinion expressed, but Ayyan’s eyes expressed utter delight and radiated with happiness.

- Will you take me to your place? I ... froze, ”Ayana whispered.

6.

In the car, we drove in silence. It was already dark outside the window, the road and the sidewalks, soaked with the November rains, glittered with multicolored reflections of lanterns, shop windows and car lights. I wanted to say so much, but for some reason there were no words at all. Silence was the best talk.

Going into the apartment, Aiyana was imperturbable, as if nothing happened in the studio (and nothing was supposed to be at my house).She stroked the cat, slipped off and took off her jacket.

- Run in the shower and get warm. I'll warm up dinner, ”I said, without looking at her.

It seemed to me that the girl wanted to say something in return, but she changed her mind and went to the bathroom.

I went into the kitchen and hung up for a while. Confused thoughts circled in the head dance. Of course, it is clear why she came to me, for which I agreed to bring her. But can I do that? Do I have the right? Yes, we both want it, but are we consciously ready to take this step, or are we only giving in to the will of instincts. Shrugging my shoulders tiredly, I took the tea glass and splashed the brandy on a third. Having drunk in one gulp, he allowed the burning drink to spread throughout the body with pleasant warmth. My head is slightly noisy.

In the dark corridor, a strip of light appeared on the floor: the door to the bathroom opened slightly.

- I want you to come! - called from there Ayyana.

I smiled ... and went.

The girl was sitting on the edge of the bathroom, rocking in a towel. Hot water entered the bathroom. Ayana looked up at me and looked guiltily upwards.

- Are you mad at me? She asked.

I shook my head.

“You know,” she continued thoughtfully. - Father from childhood taught me to be honest, to say what you think.

She got up.

“I want you to be my first and to be my only man.”

The towel fell at her feet. Ayana stood before me completely nude. Young body, white skin, milky pallor of small sharp nipples, her breasts, the size of a large apple, flat stomach with an oval fossa of the navel, black curls of hair below, and slender legs with neat little fingers. I was touched by this step, its closeness, its beauty.

Seeing my confusion, Aiyana took my hand and laid it on top of her breast.

I shook my head, clearing my last doubts. And he smiled at the girl, saying:

- Yes! - I nodded to myself and repeated already louder. - Yes!

I picked up the girl in my arms (since this allowed a spacious room) and brought it to the bathroom. Ayana was very easy! I lowered her into the water while wetting the sleeves of my shirt, and when Ayana sat comfortably in her, took off her wet clothes, remaining in jeans alone. The girl was anxiously examining my torso, the scar from the injury on my shoulder. And I, having washed a soft sponge, began to wash my young guest.

Ayyana blissfully closed her eyes when I ran a sponge over the smooth skin of her neck and hands, breasts, abdomen and thighs, legs ... Foam was long over and now, putting the sponge aside, I already ran my palms over the tender skin of a young body in warm water ...

Leaving the girl to wipe, I quickly made a clean set of linen. A little thought, lit a few thick candles. Softly turned on calm music. I wanted this exciting moment to pass for Ayana most pleasantly and memorably.

Ayana stood in front of the mirror, brushing her long black hair. For a moment I admired the fine lines of her back, the hemispheres of the buttocks and the elegance of the calves. In some places the water droplets glittered on the skin. Our eyes met through the mirror. Ayana’s eyes glittered. Putting off the comb, the girl slowly turned to me, now shyly covering her nakedness with her hands. I gently pulled her hand away and bent over my chest, kissing and running my tongue around the nipple. The girl shuddered, but put a palm on the back of her head, gently stroking her hair. I knelt down, kissing the belly and reaching for the pubis pressed my cheek against the fluffy knoll of Venus, and then rubbed my lips a little about him. The hairs were soft and still wet ... Holding the girl by the buttocks, I felt waves of desire coming from the depths of the female secret of Ayyana.

Having quickly risen, I again easily picked her up in my arms and carried her into the room. Having carefully laid Aiyana on a soft bed, I bent over her, and no longer restraining my passion, I began kissing a naked young body. I kissed small resilient breasts with small berries of quivering nipples. I kissed my neck, ... Read more →