I spot the ad in a trendy magazine. Big lingerie brand seeks girls 18-25 for ads. I’m 22, fiery redhead, pear-shaped tits, curvy. Naked in the mirror next morning, it hits me. Why not?
All day, thoughts swirl. Posing in lingerie for strangers? Porn trap? Danger? Heart races. But the thrill… showing off to an unknown man. No, not naked. Fitting rooms, right? Excitement stirs between my thighs.
The Fever
Next day, same obsession. Fuck it, I’ll try. Idea of baring in skimpy lace for a stranger… my pussy twitches. I arrive at the address. Sleek building, lush lobby, soft music, AC cool on my skin.
Receptionist, 30ish, smiles. ‘For the ad?’ Leads me to Agnès. Relief floods me—she’s the photographer. Mid-30s brunette, tight mini-skirt, sheer blouse over lace bra, black stockings. Hot.
Studio: mirrors everywhere, spotlights hum, sofa, chairs. ‘Strip to undies,’ she says. Easy with a woman. I peel off clothes. No experience, but she molds me like clay. Hands on hips, tilting head. Skin tingles.
First session quick. She tutoyers me, smiles. ‘You’re perfect. Next, day after, 8pm?’ Heart pounds. Yes.
Second night, no hesitation. ‘Try our lingerie.’ I strip naked. Her eyes devour my bare skin. Blue bra and panties first. Tight cups push my tits up. Her hands adjust—fingers brush nipples. Pulse quickens.
White lace set next: sheer bra, tiny thong. She reaches in, cups my breast, thumb on nipple. Electric jolt. Nipples harden, poke through. She lingers. Heat builds low.
Squats to fix thong, thighs part. No panties. Stockings grip smooth skin. Her hands on hips, inner thighs. Shivers rack me. Pussy soaks the lace.
Strip again. Thong drenched. ‘Sorry…’ She grins. ‘Happens. Let me wipe you.’ Heart hammers. Sit on sofa, legs spread. Her fingers part wet lips. Mouchoir useless. Face nears. Kiss on pussy. I don’t stop her.
The Blaze
Her tongue laps. I recline, thighs wide. Arms hook hips. Tongue dives in. Fingers spread me. Clit sucked hard. Waves crash. Juices flow. She rises, face slick with me.
Strips fast. Full tits, brown nipples erect. No panties, as suspected. Squirts thighs wide. Outer lips part, inner hang long, pink. Pulls them, massages clit. Two fingers plunge my sopping hole.
Legs up, knees bent. Her fingering, self-touching—I’m shattering. She sucks clit, fingers curl. Orgasm rips through. Body arches, pussy clenches.
She climbs over. 69. Her pussy hovers. Red-dark, petals dangling, juice-dripping hole. Thumbs spread. Suck inner lips, tug. Wild scent. Fingers in her heat—walls grip, squelch.
Her fingers fill me, thumb grinds clit. I tongue-fuck her, lap depths. Clit tiny, throbbing. Basin quakes. Faster thrusts. Her pussy contracts like a mouth.
Second climax builds. Fingers deep, furious. Juices gush down my arm. We shudder together. Massive release. Her squirt floods my face. Waves pulse endless.
She slides beside. Embrace. Taste each other on lips. Thigh presses my pulsing pussy. Hand on her breast. Half-hour haze, skin fever-hot.
Dress slow. ‘More shoots?’ ‘Yes.’ Final kiss. Leave with embers glowing. Unforgettable burn.