Hot Summer (Urban Life Adult Novel)

One hot summer day, I told Mingwei that my birthday was coming soon, and asked Mingwei to give me a birthday present, but Mingwei didn't know what to give. I thought about it and felt that I had a good figure and good looks, but I had never recorded it. If I had children in the future, everything might be out of shape, so I wanted to leave a good record now. So I told Mingwei that I wanted to take a set of artistic photos. Mingwei thought this was a good idea, so we went out to find a store that specializes in taking artistic photos.

After comparing several stores, I finally found one that looked pretty good. The boss is a professional photographer. He is tall and thin with an artistic air, and looks quite professional. So after we discussed some ideas with the photographer, the three of us went to the underground photography studio.

Because there were only us and the photographer at the scene, the photo shoot was particularly easy. After shooting for a while, the photographer said that I was in good condition and it was summer, so the photos should be cooler so that we could truly capture my perfect body.

I discussed it with Mingwei, and he said, "Okay!" It doesn't matter since he's there. So, under the guidance of the photographer, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, slightly revealing half of my breast, and slowly lifted the hem of my skirt to reveal my charming thighs. Even my translucent T-back was faintly visible, and the photographer's lens was clicking to capture my charming figure.

After a while, I had taken off my top, revealing a charming black bra. Since it was my first time to take off my clothes in front of strangers, I felt shy and a little uneasy, but the photographer was very friendly and professional, which made me feel a lot more at ease. However, I still felt a little hot all over.

After shooting for a while, the photographer signaled me to take off my skirt. I looked at Mingwei, and Mingwei nodded excitedly. So I slowly took off my skirt, revealing my sexy translucent black thong. I noticed that the photographer seemed to swallow his saliva.

Since it was the first time I was wearing so little and exposing myself between two men, I felt a little embarrassed, but I also felt a little excited and uneasy inside. This was a feeling I had never experienced since I got married. The flash flashed a few times, and the photographer said that since we were there to take pictures, we might as well take some nude art photos that could be commemorated forever and leave some splendor in our lives, so he asked me to relax a little.

I asked Mingwei, and he said that since it was a birthday present for me, it was up to me to decide. Mingwei said that he had never seen my naked body carefully since we got married, so he also wanted to see the results of the photos. I also found it very exciting because of the presence of strangers. And since I wanted to leave a perfect record, why not take a more thorough shot? There might not be such an opportunity in the future. Also, the photographer looked quite decent, and there were no extra people here, so I slowly took off my underwear, and my 34C breasts popped out.

Although I have been married for several years, my beautiful breasts have not changed much. Although the color of my nipples is a little dark, this color can better reveal the beauty of a mature woman like me. When my 34C breasts bounced out, my face turned red with shame and I didn't dare to look up at the camera.

The photographer was stunned for a moment and then kept pressing the shutter button. I also looked surprised. At this moment, because I was exposed to outsiders, strange changes had occurred in my body. A tingling and numb feeling was hitting me, my heartbeat was accelerating, and my whole body was hot, making me feel unprecedentedly.

While the photographer was praising me, he gestured for me to slowly take off the last pair of underwear on my body. Oh my god! Am I not completely naked? Being completely naked in front of two men was something I had never done before. I think I was a little excited, and with the photographer's persuasion and praise, I slowly took off my underwear and my whole body was exposed in front of them. The neat pubic hair was also exposed, which made Mingwei's expression even more surprised. But the more surprised Mingwei was, the more I seemed to be lost in this atmosphere. It turned out that this was another me. ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒

At this moment, I could feel a trace of vaginal fluid flowing out. My brain was greatly stimulated, so I was a little dazed. Under the guidance of the photographer, my movements became more and more bold, and my behavior was a little out of control. After posing in many poses, the photographer deliberately asked me if I was a virgin and praised my body for being as pure and lovely as a virgin. These teasing words made me feel as excited as if I had taken morphine, and my body became even more excited.

At this time, the photographer told me: "Beauty, your nipples need to be firmer so that they will look good in the photos." He asked me to pinch my nipples to see if I could make them firmer. I shyly did as the photographer asked. However, the scene was really exciting because the scene of me rubbing my breasts looked very much like the scenes in Japanese porn films. I noticed that Lian Mingwei's crotch was also swelling rapidly.

Suddenly the photographer stopped filming and said that the results were not good, so he went upstairs to get a small yellow model cup, then took out a small popsicle from the small cup, walked to my side, and continued to praise my figure. He said that because my nipples were not firm enough, he was afraid that the picture would not be beautiful enough, so he asked for my consent to stimulate my nipples with the popsicle. Because I trusted his expertise, I nodded without hearing clearly what the photographer said.

I saw the photographer took a small popsicle and rubbed it in circles on my nipples. I trembled and let out a moan. I have never had such a thrilling experience before! But my expression should have looked very comfortable, my nipples quickly stood up, and even the small buds on the areola were clearly visible. Um! Fortunately the photographer is experienced, otherwise Mingwei's tongue might have been needed to do the trick. ﹒

The photographer was still close to my ear, murmuring something, and the popsicle in his hand was gently stimulating my nipples. At this time, I seemed to involuntarily open my legs slightly, and looking along the slit, the familiar love fluid was flowing down my labia. At this time, the photographer handed the popsicle to me and guided me to slide the hand holding the popsicle on my labia, then he stood up and returned to the camera to continue shooting. But Mingwei, who was watching beside, was burning with desire and looked like he could hardly bear it, because Mingwei and I have known each other for so many years, but he has never seen such a hot scene. This is another me, completely different from the me Mingwei knows.

Just as I was getting excited, an extremely erotic scene appeared in front of Mingwei. I slid the popsicle around the entrance of my vagina, sometimes gently inserting it into the vagina, and my face flushed. I knew I was extremely excited, and although I tried hard not to make any sound, they could still vaguely hear some rapid breathing.

At this moment, I felt my vagina was wetter than before, my whole body was hot, and an inexplicable pleasure and stimulation continued to hit me. Although no one really touched my body, the desire in my heart had made me unable to control myself. I didn't even want to end the photography so quickly. Lust had gradually overwhelmed my reason.

At this time, the photographer pulled back the curtain. A classic European-style bed appeared in the back, and I was asked to move to the bed to continue filming. Mingwei asked me worriedly, "Is it ok?" I squinted my eyes and Mingwei said, "Just one more shot and it will be fine."

Mingwei's eyes were fixed on my naked body, but his crotch kept shaking. I thought he would have sex with me when he got home. At this time, I confidently said to Mingwei: "After the photos are taken, you will see the beautiful me."

The classical bed was covered with pink and white sheets, and the photographer sprinkled some rose petals on it. I asked Mingwei to step back a little so as not to block the photographer's shooting. Mingwei stepped back several steps. At this time, Mingwei probably wanted to calm down, so as not to be too impulsive and run to the bed to have sex with me, which would be embarrassing. Sure enough, Mingwei said, "I'm going upstairs to smoke a cigarette and buy a few drinks from the convenience store." I nodded in fascination.

After Mingwei went upstairs, the photographer asked me to lie on the bed and open my legs, and I slowly did as he asked. I didn't expect that I would do such a bold move. It turns out that I couldn't control myself in this atmosphere. I closed my eyes, slowly opened my legs, touched my labia with my left hand, and my breasts with my right hand. I was now an animal in estrus, and lust made me unable to control my behavior. I seemed to enjoy this pleasure, and I automatically parted my labia majora to allow the photographer to clearly capture my private parts.

After a while, I parted my labia minora and raised my legs high. It was a very embarrassing posture, but under the praise of the photographer, I couldn't help but follow his instructions. At this time, I just wanted to leave a beautiful picture.

At this time, the photographer suddenly opened the classic wardrobe next to him, which contained all kinds of extremely provocative sexy lingerie. He encouraged me to put on these lingerie for the photo shoot, so I picked out a purple lace corset. The vest was worn under the breasts, which made my beautiful breasts look taller and more charming. There were four lace suspenders at the bottom edge of the vest, which were clipped on the lavender stockings, making me look like an extremely lustful lady. In front of the camera, I am more bold to pose in various provocative and lewd postures, just to capture the sexiest side of myself.

I caressed my breasts and opened my vagina wide for people to take pictures. My expression looked really lustful. My vagina was already wet and it felt extremely numb inside. My labia majora and minora were also swollen due to excitement. It seemed that I really wanted something to fill my pussy.

The photographer then took out a small bottle and told me that this was a new product. If sprayed on the skin, it would make the skin shiny and beautiful like wearing stockings, and it would look better in photos. I have seen this product in magazines, but have never used it. I didn't expect that the photographer actually had this product. However, for the sake of a good-looking picture, I immediately nodded in agreement.

So I took the bottle and started applying it. "It's not applied evenly. Some places are not covered." The photographer said as he examined it. He then took the can from me and poured a little on his hand. I didn't notice the photographer's movements. He bent down and applied the oil on the inside of my thighs.

I shyly said, "Where?" When the photographer started to rub it, I responded. However, this half-inquiring tone seemed to indicate that I agreed with the photographer's actions. It was too late to stop him, so I had to acquiesce to the photographer's actions.

The photographer almost re-applied oil on my legs. His delicate big hands rubbed oil along my thighs all the way down to my calves. His movements were very slow. It felt more like stroking than applying oil. He stroked back and forth on my oily legs, and the smooth feeling made my already sensitive body tremble slightly.

The photographer was half-kneeling on the ground, his face facing my crotch area. I could feel the hot breath of the photographer spraying on the sensitive entrance of my vagina, causing waves of numbness. I vaguely felt that this might not be a good idea. ﹒ ﹒ ﹒

"Come on! Lift it up." The photographer was excited and lifted one of my feet and placed it on the edge of the big bed. I was a little unsteady at this moment, and one hand naturally rested on the photographer's thin shoulder. The photographer did not say anything, took off my high heels, and evenly applied oil from toes to soles and along ankles, which made me feel very comfortable, coupled with occasional acupressure massage, I felt my whole body gradually relaxed. Then the photographer quickly put on my high heels for me. This was the first time someone helped me put on high heels, and such attentiveness made me a little dizzy, but after putting on my feet, the photographer still put my feet on the edge of the bed.

The photographer poured some more oil into his palm and began to apply oil to the other foot, starting from the calf and then gently stroking the knee and slowly moving upwards. This gave me a very stimulating feeling, because one of my legs was bent and supported on the edge of the bed, my thighs were apart, and the door to my lower body was completely open. Moreover, this posture made the crack of my private parts open slightly, and coupled with the comfortable stimulation of applying oil, the crack of my private parts instinctively expanded and contracted, as if expecting something. I knew in my heart that this continued congestion would make me overly excited.

I was trying a little to fight back the feelings that were starting to turn me on, but the photographer was stroking, massaging, rubbing, and getting close to my important parts. The photographer's hand reached my triangle area and suddenly stopped. Then he drew a line along the edge of my pubic bone with his finger. This action made me relax. After all, the photographer was quite restrained and would not cross the line. This action really made me start to enjoy the photographer's service with confidence.

At this time, the photographer asked me to stand up and check whether the paint was applied evenly. "Well! The thighs are still a little bit short." After saying this, the photographer put some "stocking oil" on his hands.

But because the soles of my feet that were supporting me on the ground were covered with oil, the soles of my feet and the uppers of my high heels were a little unsteady due to the lubrication of the oil, so I had to put both my hands on the photographer's shoulders. Similarly, the photographer's hands did not stop until they reached the base of my thighs, but this time the photographer stayed at the end of my thighs for a longer time, massaging back and forth along the edge of my labia majora. This action, because it was very close to important parts, made me feel more stimulated as if I might be invaded at any time, but I still took the risk and let the photographer continue his actions.

Fortunately, the photographer still kept the boundary, but the way the photographer kept the boundary made me lose my vigilance because of my trust. "Okay! You've made a profit this time." I teased the photographer. Since I believed that the photographer would not do anything wrong, I had no restraint in the conversation and chatted with the photographer naturally.

"Okay!" The photographer stood up and tried to put the bottle away, but unfortunately he tripped over me and some of the liquid spilled on me.

"Okay! I think I have to apply it all over my body to make it even!" said the photographer with a smile.

My beautiful breasts were covered with oil. "Wow! It's all flowed into my clothes," I said. The photographer just accidentally poured a lot of oil on me, and the oil on my chest slid into my vest along my cleavage, which was very uncomfortable because it was all on my chest.

"Come on! Otherwise, just take off the vest." Because he was right next to me, the photographer pulled me closer to him without saying a word and turned my body so that my back was facing the photographer. The photographer immediately found the buttons of the vest and pulled the whole row of buttons open at once, and the purple vest left my body.

"Apply the oil evenly, it will look better and be more comfortable." The photographer threw the vest aside, and without waiting for my reply, he began to stroke my back. Some of the oil flowed down my back, but the photographer's hand went straight from my waist to my upper body. I couldn't tell whether it was the oil that just flowed in or from the photographer's hand.

"My feet are so sore!" I said to the photographer in a coquettish manner. As for the photographer's initiative to take off my vest and apply oil, I didn't really object to it. On the contrary, I felt very comfortable with the photographer doing so. The main reason was that since the start of the shoot, I believed that the photographer would not do anything wrong, and I psychologically trusted the photographer.

The photographer walked over to the bed and sat down. "Come! Sit on my knees so that you won't get the sheets dirty." The photographer grabbed my arm, turned me around, and gently pulled me down.

"Aren't you afraid of being hurt by me?" I teased the photographer while following his strength and gently sitting on his knees. I thought it should be okay to sit like this since I'm not sitting on his thighs. However, when my naked buttocks touched the photographer's knees, I felt a little uncomfortable because of the knee bones.

"What are you afraid of? It's not like you're sitting somewhere you shouldn't be." The photographer made a dirty joke, but his hands were not idle. After I sat down, the photographer's hands reached my shoulders and began to stroke my neck and shoulders, then slowly moved down to apply pressure.

"Your skills are pretty good, you can do some part-time work." I said to the photographer. The photographer's massage was very comfortable, especially with the lubrication of the oil. I felt the photographer's hands moving around, then moving down inch by inch to the waist, then stroking upwards, stroking and stroking again, and then stroking the smooth and tender back without any hindrance.

Since the photographer's pants were also covered with oil, I would slowly slide down if I sat on his knees. I did not adjust my sitting position in particular, and just slid down naturally so that my hips would not be uncomfortable being pressed by my knee bones. I felt the photographer's hand go along my waist and then around to my lower abdomen, wiping away the oil that had flowed to my lower abdomen. The photographer's hand stroked along the edge of my pubic hair, then slowly stroked upwards to the lower edge of the breast, and gently stroked along the edge of the breast. I began to tremble slightly again.

Fortunately, I was facing away from the photographer. On the other hand, the photographer's knees seemed to be raised up intentionally or unintentionally, which made me, who was sitting on the photographer's knees, slowly slide towards the photographer's thighs, until my buttocks touched the photographer's lower abdomen, and my naked back was almost touching the photographer's. The photographer naturally put his hand along the waist and touched the lower abdomen.

Suddenly, one of the photographer's hands slipped into the base of my thigh, which made me feel a little stimulated, while the photographer's other hand stroked along the edge of my breast, pushing it a little higher with each stroke. Each time the breasts are touched, a larger area is created, and the stimulation becomes more intense. I know the photographer is testing me with every move, but he keeps crossing the line. However, because of the interaction between the lubricating oil on the photographer's palms and my skin, the smooth and silky feeling makes me feel reluctant to stop it.

"Hmm~~." When the photographer rubbed my breasts with his entire palms, I was already weak all over and wanted to force out a sound to ask the photographer to stop, but when the photographer's fingers pinched my nipples, I unconsciously let out the first lewd moan. The photographer seemed to be encouraged by the moans. He caressed my breasts with one hand and rubbed my nipples with his palms, and used the other hand to rub my nipples directly with his fingers. Waves of tingling pleasure went straight to my forehead, and I moaned even louder.

As my body became hotter and hotter, I felt a hot, hard rod pressing against my buttocks. I knew it was the photographer's penis, but I didn't care about it anymore. I knew it was a normal reaction for men and it also proved that my body was beautiful and attractive. Under the photographer's touch, my whole body began to heat up again.

At this time, the photographer came close to my ear, and the hot air he exhaled made my whole body itchy. Then he suddenly bit my earlobe, and I almost immediately moaned in ecstasy, because that is a very sensitive area of ​​mine. Once bitten, my whole body immediately became sore, and with the big hands wandering all over my body, my primitive female instincts were about to explode.

"Ah~~Ah~~." The photographer kept kneading my nipples hard, making me feel numb and tingling. I was so stimulated that I couldn't speak. Just when I was about to lose myself in ecstasy, the photographer held my left thigh with one hand and put his other arm around my waist. Then he turned me around so that I was sitting astride the photographer's thigh, facing the photographer.

This move was beyond my expectation, because I was sitting on the photographer's greasy thigh and had no time to stop the photographer. Moreover, I instinctively followed the photographer's movements and naturally crossed my thigh over the photographer, so that I was kneeling and riding on the photographer's thigh. However, this way, I was not like the photographer who had just been pressed back to back with my chest, and there was a small distance between me and the photographer. This big move made me a little crazy.

"Photographer! Is this~~~ok?" Although my breasts have been touched all over by the photographer, I am still very embarrassed to pose like this with him! "Hmm~~" the photographer answered vaguely and put his hands on both sides of my waist, sliding them up and down gently. Because I was extremely excited, I had no choice but to let the photographer touch my slender waist.

I felt the photographer's eyes move down to my naked breasts. My breasts were very beautifully shaped, not sagging with age, and were firm and upturned. I knew that a man was examining my naked body in detail, and I felt my nipples gradually hardening.

"Beauty! You are more beautiful than a goddess." The photographer put my hands on his shoulders on both sides and exclaimed in praise. His hands also moved to caress my exposed breasts. Hearing the photographer's praise, my defense line almost completely collapsed. Although I seemed to want the photographer to continue, I was actually sitting on his lap the whole time.