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Little_Red_Rose
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So here we were, in his hotel room. Our soft kisses echoed through the small room and his hand trailed behind my back. His fingers traced my spine before dipping into my jeans, grabbing my ass through my pink cotton panties. He gave my small butt a strong squeeze before nibbling my earlobe.
"Ooh...that...that feels good...Mr....Mr...Smith..." I said softly into the air. I was forgetting how I got here and how this man had been manipulating me this whole evening. But can you blame me? This. Felt. So. Good.
The forty year old man grinned at my moans and breathing. He must have admired his work, getting me this worked up. Finally he spoke and said: "I'm going to make you feel real good."
His finger then caressed my right butt cheek before slipping underneath, feeling my...pussy. Through my panties, mind you! I wonder if he could feel how warm he was making me...His finger poked at it and gave it some small, circular massages...
But...
"No no no no...not there Mr. Smith. I'm saving it for...for marriage."
He nipped at my collarbone, my heavy breathing the only thing I could hear. He whispered into my ear "Yeah but didn't you want to practice? Miss big tits?"
"P-Practice..." I replied incoherently.
He pulled back for a moment, just staring at me. I was a little confused why he stopped. He looked at my chest before saying "I want to see those melons. Now."
Slowly, I pulled up my sweater and showed him my boobs, encased in my soft and supportive bra. He grinned and he took a picture with his cellphone. I couldn't help but giggle too.
Meanwhile, I wondered how he got me to this situation. Let me think...
...
I sure was a lucky girl! I'm just eighteen (I turned eighteen about four months ago) and already I'm a model for a lingerie company. The pay was decent (I was making about $70,000!) for someone my age and while my daddy doesn't really agree with it, I was really, really happy. Believe me, there's not one day that I don't count my lucky stars for this amazing opportunity I got after leaving high school.
I mean, technically I didn't really graduate high school. I met my manager two months before my finals started. It was a once in a lifetime kind of opportunity and after they told me that I got the job, I left school. My grades weren't great anyway! Some people are able to read textbook for weeks on end but I wasn't that person. School wasn't something that I liked very much.
"And stay in that pose, Lily..."
"Sure!"
I kept in touch with a few classmates! One of which was my still best friend, Tricia.
My best friend was Tricia. We've known each other since grade school and have stuck together for years now. Although we were close though, Tricia was pretty much the exact opposite of me. At first, it was mainly our personalities. She was very studious where I was always a little...um...flaky. Then it came to our viewpoints of the world - she was very skeptical of things, where I was a little naive. That didn't really separate us, though as time went on she got a little bitter over my success.
You see, Tricia worked at some grocery store by our old neighborhood for the past like...three years. The salary wasn't great and she was still a cashier - though, keep in mind that she's just paying for school. She's planning on graduating and becoming a hot shot lawyer, after all. But anyway we had a bit of a falling out a few months back when I got the job as a model. As I mentioned, she was pretty bitter about my success and we had this big fight over it, because she said that it was all luck and I got really defensive over it. She grew out of her jealousy but in a way, I couldn't blame her. The reason why is because he second thing that we're complete opposites in, is in...well, our bodies! Most of the girls at our high school was jealous not only because of my modeling career, but also because of my body. I mean, I had an hourglass figure that guys loved, natural red hair and two big boobies (I wore an 32H cup bra)
"You're done with the day, Lily?"
"Yep! Gotta go to some business thing with my friend."
"Have fun!"
"Thanks!"
Where I'm going with this is that even if Tricia was working at some grocery store, she was going places! Her branch got invited to a corporate Christmas party and (obviously) she asked me to come along. It was going to be great for networking purposes and I would be more than happy to be there to support my close friend!
...
Later than evening, I went to the place. The corporate party was being held inside the Hilton Hotel downtown, so I didn't have trouble finding the place. It's when I got in the building that I began to get second thoughts.
The place was pretty intimidating, to be perfectly honest with you. I mean, it was casual so most people (like me) were just wearing Christmas themed sweaters and jeans. But even then, the place was scary because of how fancy everything looked.
And then, just like that, I heard a voice.
"Hey! Lily! Over here!" the voice said pretty loudly and there was Tricia, waiting to me. She was sitting down with some older man by her said and as I got there, she added "There's someone that I'd like you to meet!"
"Ooh...that...that feels good...Mr....Mr...Smith..." I said softly into the air. I was forgetting how I got here and how this man had been manipulating me this whole evening. But can you blame me? This. Felt. So. Good.
The forty year old man grinned at my moans and breathing. He must have admired his work, getting me this worked up. Finally he spoke and said: "I'm going to make you feel real good."
His finger then caressed my right butt cheek before slipping underneath, feeling my...pussy. Through my panties, mind you! I wonder if he could feel how warm he was making me...His finger poked at it and gave it some small, circular massages...
But...
"No no no no...not there Mr. Smith. I'm saving it for...for marriage."
He nipped at my collarbone, my heavy breathing the only thing I could hear. He whispered into my ear "Yeah but didn't you want to practice? Miss big tits?"
"P-Practice..." I replied incoherently.
He pulled back for a moment, just staring at me. I was a little confused why he stopped. He looked at my chest before saying "I want to see those melons. Now."
Slowly, I pulled up my sweater and showed him my boobs, encased in my soft and supportive bra. He grinned and he took a picture with his cellphone. I couldn't help but giggle too.
Meanwhile, I wondered how he got me to this situation. Let me think...
...
I sure was a lucky girl! I'm just eighteen (I turned eighteen about four months ago) and already I'm a model for a lingerie company. The pay was decent (I was making about $70,000!) for someone my age and while my daddy doesn't really agree with it, I was really, really happy. Believe me, there's not one day that I don't count my lucky stars for this amazing opportunity I got after leaving high school.
I mean, technically I didn't really graduate high school. I met my manager two months before my finals started. It was a once in a lifetime kind of opportunity and after they told me that I got the job, I left school. My grades weren't great anyway! Some people are able to read textbook for weeks on end but I wasn't that person. School wasn't something that I liked very much.
"And stay in that pose, Lily..."
"Sure!"
I kept in touch with a few classmates! One of which was my still best friend, Tricia.
My best friend was Tricia. We've known each other since grade school and have stuck together for years now. Although we were close though, Tricia was pretty much the exact opposite of me. At first, it was mainly our personalities. She was very studious where I was always a little...um...flaky. Then it came to our viewpoints of the world - she was very skeptical of things, where I was a little naive. That didn't really separate us, though as time went on she got a little bitter over my success.
You see, Tricia worked at some grocery store by our old neighborhood for the past like...three years. The salary wasn't great and she was still a cashier - though, keep in mind that she's just paying for school. She's planning on graduating and becoming a hot shot lawyer, after all. But anyway we had a bit of a falling out a few months back when I got the job as a model. As I mentioned, she was pretty bitter about my success and we had this big fight over it, because she said that it was all luck and I got really defensive over it. She grew out of her jealousy but in a way, I couldn't blame her. The reason why is because he second thing that we're complete opposites in, is in...well, our bodies! Most of the girls at our high school was jealous not only because of my modeling career, but also because of my body. I mean, I had an hourglass figure that guys loved, natural red hair and two big boobies (I wore an 32H cup bra)
"You're done with the day, Lily?"
"Yep! Gotta go to some business thing with my friend."
"Have fun!"
"Thanks!"
Where I'm going with this is that even if Tricia was working at some grocery store, she was going places! Her branch got invited to a corporate Christmas party and (obviously) she asked me to come along. It was going to be great for networking purposes and I would be more than happy to be there to support my close friend!
...
Later than evening, I went to the place. The corporate party was being held inside the Hilton Hotel downtown, so I didn't have trouble finding the place. It's when I got in the building that I began to get second thoughts.
The place was pretty intimidating, to be perfectly honest with you. I mean, it was casual so most people (like me) were just wearing Christmas themed sweaters and jeans. But even then, the place was scary because of how fancy everything looked.
And then, just like that, I heard a voice.
"Hey! Lily! Over here!" the voice said pretty loudly and there was Tricia, waiting to me. She was sitting down with some older man by her said and as I got there, she added "There's someone that I'd like you to meet!"
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