The Model Girl Living Next Door (Urban Life Adult Novel)

There is a tall and good-looking girl living next door to me. She usually dresses fashionably and sexy. She is often seen wearing a tight T-shirt and a short skirt lined with transparent tulle. Once I saw her taking a bucket of freshly washed underwear and bras downstairs to dry. After she went upstairs, I couldn't help but turn on the dryer to take a peek at her underwear. Her underwear are all high-waisted lace and almost translucent, in black, pink, white... Her bras are ordinary elegant lace types...

I couldn't help but pretend to collect the clothes, so I stole the underwear and bras and went upstairs to my room. I used her sexiest black high-waisted translucent lace panties to wrap my dick and masturbate. With my other hand, I held her bra and breathed, thinking about her great figure and face. I was extremely excited until my semen was completely shot into her panties, which gave me the greatest satisfaction. Since this was the first time I did this, I was inevitably nervous, so I quickly put the underwear back in place and let it continue to dry. I was thinking that my little brother's seed was in the closest contact with the sexiest and most mysterious area of ​​such a gorgeous woman, and I felt very excited.

It’s just that I felt very guilty afterwards, but this desire still lurked in my heart for a long time, and I look forward to the next opportunity.

Weekends are always pleasant, as everyone is busy with their work and wants to have a relaxing holiday. Suddenly the internal line rang. It was the girl at the door switchboard telling me that a Miss Cao wanted to see me. I couldn't remember any female friend with the last name Cao, but since the person was here, I had to go out to see her.

It turned out that she was a salesperson in an advertising company, and her company was responsible for bus advertisements. It happened that my company was planning advertisements for some new products. While listening to her introduction about bus advertisements, I found that this young lady really had an indescribable charm. She was wearing a bright red top under her dark suit-style jacket, a sparkling necklace hung around her fair neck, and a large emerald pendant dangled from her chest. Compared with the red and green, it was particularly eye-catching. Below the pendant, there was a high bulge, which meant that her bust was indeed considerable. Because she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waist at first, but from her words and actions, I could prove that she was a very open-minded girl.

This aroused my talkative nature, and we chatted until noon. When the employees left work one by one, I realized it was almost past one o'clock, so I stood up and invited her to have lunch with me. When we arrived at the restaurant, the venue was different, so of course the topics we talked about were also different. We exchanged our daily interests. She said she had been a model for a period of time, but later found that her height was not ideal and it was not easy for her to get ahead, so she gave up and switched to advertising. I said that I like playing with cameras, and I have some experience in portrait photography, especially. We hit it off immediately. She took the initiative to say that she had nothing to do in the afternoon and could be my model. If she took good photos, I would give her a 100-inch enlarged photo as a gift.

I leave my camera at the company and can leave at any time. The car drove to Tamsui. It was May and the weather was just starting to get a little hot. I arrived at the seashore a little past Baisha Bay and saw a broken boat on the beach, so I used up two rolls of film on this broken boat. After all, she had received modeling training, and the poses she posed were quite professional.

I asked her: "Do you dare to take some more revealing photos?"

She asked me, "How much do you want to show?" I said, "Whatever you want to show."

She took off her coat, revealing the cute red top inside had no straps, which made her shoulders look as delicate as jade. I found the cutie to be tight fitting and fit tightly against her body.

After taking four or five close-up photos, I suggested that she take off her bra. She looked at me, smiled, reached behind her back, unbuttoned her clothes, pulled out a thin bra and put it in her purse.

Just then, two new bulges appeared on her chest, and I suggested that she pull her collar down a bit, which she did, revealing a fairly deep cleavage. I took the picture from above, making her upturned face and cleavage particularly prominent.

After taking three or four photos, she said, "Do you want to lower it a little more?" It seemed that she was very confident about her figure. I said, "Just take it off." She said, "Don't be so impatient!" When she said that, I knew something was going to happen. While I was thinking, she pulled her clothes down a little bit, and her nipples were almost exposed. I took two more pictures. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I went forward and pulled down her clothes. Suddenly, two full breasts appeared in front of me. She naturally pulled up her clothes and said coquettishly, "Why are you like this?"

The clothes that were pulled up were not pulled back to their original place. It can be said that she just covered the exposed breasts with her hands. But her hands were too small to cover her breasts. Instead, it seemed as if she were supporting them with her hands. The coquettish and angry expression on her face made her even more charming. I quickly said, "Okay, just stay like this and don't move." After taking a picture, she suddenly opened her hands, straightened her chest, let her clothes wrap around her waist, raised her head, and looked into the distance. I thought this expression was too artificial, so I asked her to turn around and look in front of my toes. Instead, she squatted down, pulled her miniskirt to her hips, and propped up her upper body with her arms, so that her entire upper body was naked in front of me. I could vaguely see her black underwear under her skirt, and a few pubic hairs were visible through the transparent material. Of course I wouldn't miss this kind of shot, and I used up a roll of film as she turned her body.

When loading the film, she asked me, "Are you satisfied with the photo?" I said, "Take off your inner clothes and wear only the coat, it will be better." She did as I asked. The small coat could not cover a pair of plump breasts. When she was photographed from the side, her nipples were slightly exposed, and her cleavage was more beautiful. I praised her for being a very natural model and asked her, "Do you dare to take a nude shot?"

She thought for a moment and replied, "I've never taken a photo before. I really want to try, but how can I take a photo here?" Although I didn't see anyone walking nearby, there were still a few people fishing in the distance. I thought why not go to a place where there were only the two of us, so I said, "Come on, I'll take you to a place where there are only the two of us."

She picked up her purse, buttoned up her coat and followed me into the car. She was not wearing anything under her coat. The two low buttons could not cover her firm breasts. While driving, she looked to the right from time to time. She didn't ask where we were going, but just kept talking about her previous experiences as a model. I couldn't hear a word of her. I was just thinking about how to teach her to pose and take some photos that can really show this girl's characteristics.

We drove to a motel in Tamsui, parked the car, and she got out. Then I asked her, "Is it okay to take pictures here?" She said, "Why are you asking me now that we're here?" I smiled, opened the trunk, took out an 800-watt flash, two tripods, and my favorite Hasselblad camera, and pulled her upstairs. The biggest difference between a motel and an ordinary hotel is the interior decoration. The room I chose has an ultrasonic bathtub, and the entire bathroom is transparent. The wallpaper on the wall and the bed sheets are also very elegant in pattern and deep in color, which can better bring out a woman's fair skin.

I pulled her over and told her softly, "Take off your clothes now, take a bath, and remove all the marks on your body caused by your clothes." She nodded silently and walked into the bathroom. I found a power source indoors, connected the flash, added a spotlight, and then mounted the Hasselblad camera on a tripod and shutter cable. At this moment, I turned around and saw through the transparent glass that she was taking a shower. She was wearing a shower cap, letting the water from the shower head continuously wash over her body. The water on her nipples flowed out like two water columns. What surprised me the most was that her pubic hair was only a thin line. The water flowed along her slender waist and gathered at the intersection of her legs, making that place even more attractive.

I pulled over a chair and sat down, but I felt a little embarrassed to stare at her. After all, peeking at other people taking a bath is an immoral thing to do, and I was even more afraid that she would find out. I took out another small flash from my camera bag, mounted it on a small tripod, and used it as fill light. While turning the screw, I couldn't help but look up at her. She happened to be looking at me at this moment. Our eyes met, and I didn't know what to do. I felt as embarrassed as if I was caught peeping at someone taking a bath. She smiled instead of answering. Fortunately, there was a lot of water vapor on the glass, so I couldn't see clearly.

A few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a big towel. I said, "Please touch up your makeup first, and I'll take a shower." I went into the bathroom and wanted to pull up the plastic curtain, but then I thought, she is not afraid of me seeing it, so why should I be afraid of her seeing it? Through the glass, I saw her carefully touching up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall. Suddenly, the big towel slipped down, revealing her entire back perfectly. This was the most common shot in previous photo albums, but in her performance, it seemed different from others. The lines formed by her slightly thin shoulders and arms represented the most beautiful moment in a woman's life. Viewed from the side, only half of her breast could be seen under her arms, which seemed more alluring than from the front. Women play the role of beautiful animals throughout their lives, but youth is the most precious time. How many years can this charming figure last? Isn't the purpose of taking photos to record the most memorable beauty of a woman's life? This girl is really worthy of being photographed thoroughly.

I walked out of the bathroom wearing only my underwear, came up behind her and asked her, "Are you ready?" She stood up holding a large towel. I reached out and took it away. She took a step back and covered her lower body with her hands. I said, "You have an amazing figure. You will look charming when the photos are developed." I moved the sofa to the middle and asked her to lie down on her side. I aimed the spotlight of the large flash at her almost flawless body. The camera is equipped with a light film, and color temperature paper is added in front of the flash. In this way, the developed photos will have different colors. The white areas will appear whiter because of a little bit of blue, and her bright red lips will appear redder. In addition, the spotlight will make the entire background black, making the lines of the characters stand out.

I kept praising her figure and skin. Indeed, her plump skin, exquisite figure and pretty face were all top-notch. Her tender red areola, slender legs and the most peculiar pubic hair were also beauties that could not be seen from the outside. Just now when she let go of the big towel, it really made me feel excited. But she seemed to be very concerned about covering the third point.

I told her that this was to leave precious memories for the most beautiful years of her life, and that she shouldn't pay too much attention to conventional ideas. It should be like a fashion show in the past, where she should show her best side and all the blessings given by God. But she said she had never been naked in front of a man she didn't know very well, and she was a little scared.

I think the most beautiful look in a woman's eyes is the look when she looks at people when she is passionate. That look expresses a hunger for sex and an expectation of being caressed. Unfortunately, it is very difficult to capture that look. Everyone becomes stiff when facing the camera, and of course that look disappears immediately. Especially since models may not necessarily have sexual feelings towards the photographer, I participated in several nude photography sessions before, but I was always unable to take ideal photos.

I was chatting with her while taking pictures and asked her if she had a boyfriend. She said she just broke up with him, but she didn't feel sorry for losing that man because he was a lazy guy. Now she thinks it was not worth loving him for more than two years. After talking for a while, she seemed to relax her nervous mood. We took pictures from the sofa to the window, and from the window to the bed. However, what I was not satisfied with was that her nipples were not particularly prominent.

While changing the film, I asked her: "Are your nipples always half retracted like this?" She said embarrassedly: "Sometimes they stick out." I asked: "When do they stick out?" Of course I know that women's nipples will only stick out in two situations: one is when they are cold, and the other is during sexual intercourse. She said, "When I was a model, I always used ice cubes to keep things cool." I opened the refrigerator, and saw that it was empty except for two cans of beer, and the beer was not cold. I said, "We're going to take a close-up of your breasts later. Can you make your nipples protrude a little more?" She rubbed her nipples with her fingers, but it didn't seem to have any effect. She looked up at me, then lowered her head and rubbed her nipples hard. I said, "Maybe it will only be effective if I rub them myself."

She looked at me shyly, wanting to say something but not saying anything. I walked forward and started caressing her entire breasts with my palms. I instantly felt her breasts were soft yet hard. It's really hard to describe the feeling of a man touching a woman's plump breasts. Then I gently rubbed her nipples with my thumb and index finger. She first looked down at my hand, thrust out her chest for me to touch, and then naturally put her hand on the back of my hand. I rubbed her nipples with two fingers, and she suddenly hummed. I looked into her eyes, and she looked at me. At this moment, I found the expression I expected appeared.

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

She didn't answer, but turned her body as I asked her to do. The spotlight shone on her again and again. She no longer covered her lower body. I found that her pubic hair at the entrance was covered with sticky liquid, and her eyes were full of hunger. Suddenly her mouth moved and she said, "I... I think..." I asked her, "What are you thinking about?" She still said like in a dream, "I... I..." On the other hand, she held my hand again and again. I let go of her breasts and said, "Now look at me and think about the pleasure of sexual intercourse. This is your most beautiful moment." I reached out and pressed the shutter release. The flash of the light seemed to wake her up from her dream, and the expression I had captured for many years disappeared again. I took two more photos, walked over to her and asked her, "Do you want to take more photos?"

She suddenly hugged my neck and said, "Kiss me." I kissed her, and she leaned her naked body against me. I was only wearing a pair of underwear, and changes occurred immediately. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my lower body, which aroused my raging sexual desire. Her tongue stirred in my mouth like a blender. Her hands reached into my vest and kept stroking my back. I lowered my head and sucked her breasts. She moaned louder. I reached out to the intersection of her legs, which was already flooded. I touched her pussy and she reached down and pulled down my panties. I squatted down and put my penis into her mouth.

I don't know how long she sucked before she spit it out. I put her on the sofa and asked her, "Do you want it?" She still hugged my lower body, from her belly button to her lower abdomen, all the way to her penis. She kept kissing me and kept saying, "I want it, I want it." I took a step back and said, "Now think about me inserting it into your body and kissing your breasts." After taking four or five more pictures, she couldn't bear it anymore. She came forward and hugged me again. Her skin was cold, but once she was in my arms, it quickly became hot again. The two points on her chest first rubbed against me gently, and then pressed against me tightly. I picked her up, walked to the bed, put her down, and pressed my whole body on her. At this time, my penis passed through her labia smoothly and entered her vagina. She screamed loudly, hugged me tightly with her arms, wrapped her legs around my calves, and her tongue moved desperately in my mouth, making non-stop sounds.

Her pussy was very slippery and tightly wrapped around my penis. I slowly began to thrust in and out, and her pussy actually tightened and loosened with the rhythm of my thrusting. I asked her, "Is it comfortable like this?" She said in a dreamy voice, "Yes, very comfortable, faster, faster." I increased my speed and she also cooperated by speeding up her breathing. I asked her to turn over and I would insert it from behind. She supported her body with one hand and rubbed her breasts desperately with the other hand, and then touched my penis that was thrusting in and out. I also reached my hand to her hole and found her clitoris. This action almost drove her crazy. I went as deep as I could again and again, and she screamed every time I went deeper.

Then I turned her over again, she lay flat, looking at me hungryly, I pulled up her legs, her vagina was completely presented in front of me, she seemed unable to figure out how I was going to fuck her, there was some doubt in her eyes, I pulled up her legs, and once again went deep into her body, because her legs were pulled up high by me, her vagina was more forceful, she kept twisting her head and screaming, as if she could not support the impact on her body, her breasts swayed as she twisted, her hands desperately grabbed her breasts, then grabbed the sheets, all her reactions made me unable to hold back any longer and I sprayed my semen into her uterus.

I put her feet down and she gasped heavily. I saw a white liquid slowly flowing out of her vagina. I reached out and grabbed two tissues on the dressing table and covered her vagina with them, but she put her hands around my neck again. I also pressed tightly against her and our tongues were tied together again. As we walked into the bathroom hugging each other, she said, "I haven't felt this way in a long time." I replied, "Me too."

The ultrasonic bathtub was filled with water. She sprinkled in the foamy bath gel. After two or three times, the entire bathtub was filled with layers of foam. She and I lay body to body, with the foam surrounding us. I didn't know what to say at this time, and she didn't say anything either, but our four hands kept wandering around each other's bodies. I was thinking how could such an adventure happen today? It has only been more than four hours since we met in the morning, and we have already done the most important thing between men and women. How should things develop in the future? She came to visit me in order to get advertising. I was already interested in placing an advertisement, so it seemed that I could agree to her request, but should this game continue in the future?

She kissed me gently on the face and asked me, "What are you thinking about? Why haven't you responded for so long?" When I came to my senses, I felt her small hand stroking my penis under the water, but because she was thinking about other things, I don't know how long she had been doing it, but there was no improvement. I said, "Where did you come from, you fairy? You made me so crazy?" She said, "What? You brought me here, how can you say I'm a fairy?" We both laughed, and I hugged her in my arms and kissed her passionately again. Gradually the water temperature dropped, I pulled her up and let go of the shower head to wash off the foam on my body. She grabbed the shower head first, gently helped me wash from my back, then turned to me and washed my penis carefully again and again. I asked her: "Why are you so nice to him?"

She replied, "He gave me pleasure just now!" Then it was my turn to wash her. The strong water jet just hit my glans, producing an inexplicable pleasure. I thought that if I aimed the water jet at her clitoris, it would also give me pleasure. I asked her to sit on the edge of the bathtub with her legs apart. This time I could really see her entire vagina. When I directed the water jet towards her clitoris, she quickly closed her legs. I asked her, "Don't you think that would give me pleasure?"

She said, "I'm afraid I'll fall into the bathtub." I went behind her and asked her to lean her back against me. She grabbed the shower head and rushed to her vagina. I started to rub her breasts from behind. After a few minutes, she dropped the shower head, stood up and said, "This is too boring. It will only make me itchy inside." After drying our bodies, we hugged each other and returned to the bed. We both watched the pornographic film on TV. I asked her, "How do you women feel when you watch this kind of film?" She said, "It depends on the time and place."

What was playing on TV was a Japanese film with sexual sadism. The male protagonist liked to tie up women and have sex with them. After the women were tied up, their wailing sounds gave the male protagonist great temptation. It seemed that the women were being abused very pitifully, but afterwards the women were very satisfied with the pleasure of pain. She put her head in my arms, and her hands gently stroked my chest again and again. She watched the plot on the TV screen, and her hands gradually became stronger and moved down step by step, finally reaching my most important place. My hands, which were originally grabbing her breasts, also started to exert force, and her body began to squirm, leaning against me. Her thighs covered my lower body, and I felt that under the sheets, she was rubbing her vagina with my body.

I moved my body to see her expression. She panted and said, "It's itchy inside me." I turned over and sucked her plump breasts while reaching out to her vagina. The vagina, which had been cleaned before, was flooded again. I slowly inserted my fingers inside and she quickly opened her legs. The deeper I stretched my fingers, the louder her panting became, and the more violently my fingers moved in her vagina. Not only did she twist her body more violently, but the hand holding my penis also stroked faster.

Suddenly, she sat up, climbed on my body, grabbed my penis and stuffed it into her vagina. I pushed my body upward and she screamed and started to go crazy again, moving her body up and down non-stop. She grabbed my hands and rubbed her breasts hard until she was tired. I pulled her up onto the bed and asked her to stand on the floor facing the mirror. I sat on the edge of the bed first, and then she sat on my legs with her back to me. She naturally put my penis into her vagina again.

In the mirror, we saw together an alluring figure, twisting constantly, from the waist to the chest, thrusting upward in waves, and four hands wandering everywhere. The breasts, which were already very full, now became even firmer, and the protruding nipples kept hindering my wandering hands. Below her slender waist was sparse pubic hair, under which was stuck a hard flesh pillar, held by two pink labia. She opened her eyes intermittently to admire her proud figure, and then quickly closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure of sex. At this time, she once again made me feel extremely comfortable. As she breathed, her vagina contracted again and again, from the penis to the glans, as if she was sucking it with her mouth.

The cry of the woman being abused was heard from the TV again, mixed with her moans of pleasure. We all saw from the reflection in the mirror that the woman on the TV screen was tied up and hung face down in the air. Then the male protagonist was standing and fucking the woman who was completely suspended in the air. The woman's breasts were facing downwards, and secondly, her breasts were bound by hemp rope, and her hands were tied tightly behind her back. Her breasts seemed to be about to fall off. The male protagonist grabbed the woman's spread thighs and fucked her pussy and asshole. The woman had no strength and completely let the male protagonist fuck her. All she could do was scream.

This cry made her very excited. She sat up and lay on the edge of the bed, asking me to insert it from behind. Her raised buttocks highlighted her vagina. I worked hard to move my lower body and grabbed her breasts roughly. She kept shouting, "Harder, harder."

I didn't know whether she wanted me to thrust harder or grab harder. I only saw from the mirror that her facial expression seemed to be in extreme pain. Naturally, whether thrusting or grabbing, I couldn't help but use more force.

I pulled both her hands behind her back and held them tightly. At this time, she could only use her head to support the pillow, her face turned to the left, her eyes closed, her mouth half open for breathing, but her butt was still raised high. She screamed even louder, and I thought whether I should insert my penis into her asshole, but I had never had any experience in the asshole, and I felt that it was a bit dirty, so I still didn't want to insert it into her asshole.

Maybe she was tired of my thrusting in this position and wanted to turn around. I let her go and we both landed on the bed sheets at the same time, with our intersection still tightly closed. I kissed her back, but it seemed that this was not enough to satisfy her needs, so I turned her over, lifted her buttocks, bent her knees to her shoulders, and put my arms around the back of her knees and rested on her breasts, so that her entire pussy was sticking out. I thrust deeply into her and she was unable to move. She wrapped her arms around my neck, so that there was one more intersection between us. Her upper and lower mouths were sealed by me, and I could only feel the pain in my back from being pierced by her nails again and again, but the more it hurt, the more pleasure of conquest I felt. As she trembled violently again, I also released my semen for the second time.

After the second passion, we were all a little tired. I didn't care whether she would object or not. I took out a cigarette from my trouser pocket and lit it. Unexpectedly, she said, "Can you give me one too?" I lit the cigarette for her as well. We lay on the bed, blowing smoke rings one by one. It seemed that she was also an heavy smoker. I asked her curiously, "How did you develop that ability to shrink just now?"

She said: "When I was in school, I had a close friend who worked part-time at a famous call girl agency after school. The owner of the call girl agency taught them some methods to make men more comfortable. After she came back, she told us that although we didn't want to discuss it openly, we all practiced secretly when taking a shower and sleeping. We practiced sucking water when taking a shower and inserting our fingers into the bed when sleeping, sucking again and again. Later, I learned from my boyfriend that this skill can really make men feel better. In fact, we will also feel more comfortable because men feel pleasure.

Later, we all learned some skills on how to give oral sex. Actually, it was just for fun at the beginning, but later we realized that this would bring greater pleasure to both men and women. ”