Grandpa's Retirement Community (locked for CGRaven)

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Jessica (Jess) Summers
5'5", 135 lbs
Blonde hair, blue eyes, 32B cup with a lean, athletic build
19 year old college freshman


I always felt bad for my grandpa after my grandmother passed away. He was several hours away from where I lived and we only got to visit two or three times a year. It wasn't like he was "alone" or anything since he moved into his new retirement community a fee years ago but I still felt bad that he didn't have any family close.

Thats why when I graduated high school last fall I picked a college only ten minutes away from where grandpa lived. I know most girls my age want to go to school near a beach or in a warm weather climate, but I wasn't like most girls my age. I didn't party or go to football and basketball games. Most of my free time was spent studying, volunteering at a local hospital or at church. My family was very religious and thats probably why I never made many friends. I didn't dress slutty or revealing like a lot of the popular girls and because boys knew I didn't "put out" they never showed me much interest either. I didn't mind most of the time but I did work out a lot at home and was proud of my body so it was a little upsetting that all that hard work was never noticed or appreciated by anyone. I guess it didn't help that I mostly wore jeans and tshirts to school instead of dresses and skirts.

The first few weeks of college were more of the same. Guys didn't pay me much attention as the girls here seemed to dress even more revealing than in high school. I guess without their parents around they didn't have anyone telling them what to do. At least I got to see grandpa twice a week though. Knowing how happy it made him to have me close and able to visit often made me happy as well and I was glad I chose the school I did. The bad side was that this university was also a little more expensive and my student debt was going to be insane by the time I graduated. I told grandpa I was looking for a part time job and that depending on the hours I may not get to visit as frequently. He told me his community was looking for help and suggested I apply to work there; that way I could see him even more often. It seemed like a great idea at the time so I figured why not?!

The community itself is more like a resort than a retirement home. The main building was HUGE and consisted of multiple wings of condos that went about 15 floors high. There was a private golf course, multiple swimming pools, walking paths, a large gym, movie room, game room with pool tables, it was amazing. I was actually kind of jealous of his place. Most of the residents were in their early 60's but there were folks in their 80's and even early 90's living there. The younger residents still had cars and could come and go as they pleased; it really was like living in a vacation resort for them.

I went to their main office and mentioned my grandpa living there and that I was looking for a job where I might get to work around his part of the complex and was delighted when they told me they were looking for someone to work as a general assistant to the residents. I would basically be "on call" for a few hours each afternoon or evening to help anyone that needed a hand around their condo with small tasks that they couldn't do by themselves. It was basic work and it didnt pay much but it would let me spend more time with grandpa so I accepted.

I started working right away and was really enjoying being such a help to not only my grandpa but lots of friends and neighbors. The pay wasn't great but it was better than nothing and I had access to the facility when I wasn't on call so I usually ate dinner there with grandpa and his friends each night. They were mostly single men around his age but a few were considerably younger than him. They were always super nice to me but every once in a while they would get a little "dirty" when grandpa wasn't around and it made me kind of uncomfortable. They would say things about how pretty I was and ask how I keep my body in such great shape. Sometimes they would hug me goodbye and would squeeze me into them a little more than usual. His friend Jean was the worst. Sometimes he would put his hand on my leg when talking to me or I would see him starring at me when I was working around the complex. I guess its not a huge deal. In a way it was kind of nice to get some kind of male attention for once.

One of those nights at dinner we were talking about how I was enjoying my new job and I mentioned how happy I was with it but that I wished it paid more. Jean then offered to pay me cash in exchange for doing various chores around his apartment like cleaning and laundry and stuff. Jean never really needed me when I was on call since he was one of the younger residents in the complex. At 62 he was more than capable of doing his own laundry and cleaning so he never took advantage of the staff there to do what he could do himself. I guess by paying me directly it was more like hiring a maid rather than having "staff" waste time they could be using to help someone that needed it. I wasn't going to turn down free money so I happily accepted his offer.

"I'll stop by your unit after I clock out tomorrow." I said smiling. Feeling excited at the chance to make some much needed cash

 

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Jean Batard had moved into the retirement community after his divorce and the last of his adult children had finally left the house. He found the women at the Birches where preoccupied with their late husbands or scornful of men in general because of their divorces, while apparently enjoyed spending their ex’s money. Jean had found the nurses that took care of the residents with memory loss problems or medical problems a more enjoy source of solace and amusement. Yet there was still something missing. These Angels of Mercy though sexually pleasing and inventive they were in some cases to willing, Batard needed more.


One evening he was passing the time away in a friendly game of poker when one of the residents, Walter, that he was friendly with pulled out a picture of his young grand daughter.

Jessie just turned 19 and decided to attend Lady Smith College here just to be closer to me.

There was a broad smile of on Walter's lips and his pride in her shown in his eyes. Yet Batard was looking at photograph the little blue eyed beauty and he wondered just how many boys had enjoyed that gorgeous little body. Jean let the thought slip from his mind after all it was just a picture of a cute young girl.

Three weeks later Walter called excitedly to Jean from across the common.

Jean…..Jean …….


There she was, no longer a photograph of a cute girl cupped in Walter’s hand, but a living breathing young beauty.


Jean Batard I would like to introduce my grand daughter Jessica Summers.


“Enchanté mademoiselle Summers……..Jessie…….”

There was a soft French accent to his deep dark voice, a voice lost somewhere between abase and baritone, and a voice that was felt as much as it was heard. Batard smiled as he was told that Jessie would be working part time at the Birches to help pay for her college tuition.

Over the next two weeks Jean Batard took the opportunity to accidental brush up against Jessie’s gorgeous young body, his hand brushing across her firm little derrière or the curve of the girl’s breast, and each time one of theses accidents occurred the young golden beauty would blush the most adorable shade of deep pink. A though began to play at the corners of Batard’s mind………could she really be a virgin? With that delightful thought playing at the edges of his mind Batard was thrilled when Jessie accepted his offer to help around his apartment as she happily smiled,


"I'll stop by your unit after I clock out tomorrow."


He could see how excited the gorgeous little coed was at a chance to make some money on the side to help with her student debt.


For two weeks Jessie would stop by the Jean’s bungalow after she had clocked out from work. He offered to let her study in the secluded bungalow after she had helped with the little chores around his unit. Jean often would be wearing a tee-shirt, a pair of very short shorts and sandals. It was quite obvious that Jean Batard was in better physical shape then many of her fellow students. His presence could be intimidating as he stood a good 5 to 6 inches taller that Jessie and yet his easy going manner seemed to put the naïve young beauty at ease.

One evening when Jessie had finished her chores Jean was cleaning his 35mm single reflex camera.

“ I use to be a rather good Photographer Jessie. Here let me show you.”


Jean opened his laptop and opened the photo section and chose slide show. Slowly a series of photos appeared and seemed to fade in and out form one to another. Photos of Paris, northern France, Africa, Asia, and then the landscapes became shots of elegant young women. Jean Blushed and then closed the lap top as the photos became shots of these young beauties in nothing but their panties and bras.

“ I won’t bore you with any more Jessie……”


There was a far away look in Batard’s cool hazel eyes.


“…I did love working with young models but I fear those days are gone Jessie……and the modeling fees have become outrageous.”


Batard had planted the seeds of a subtitle temptation in the naïve young beauty’s mind; perhaps if she was willing she could make a little more money for college by posing for Mr. Batard.

 

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Unlike a lot of the other men that grandpa had befriended in his community Jean seemed much younger and active. He appeared healthy and energetic despite his age and there was something else different about him that Jess just couldn't put her finger on.

The first two weeks of working on the side for Jean were uneventful. There were definitely moments where Jean would attempt to "help" Jess out and end up brushing against her ass or breasts. The first time or two she thought it was probably an accident but after it continued happening it became more and more clear that they were no accident at all. She considered asking him to stop but could never get her mouth to say the words. She convinced herself that it wasn't a big deal. He wasn't actually grabbing or groping her and he was helping her out a lot by paying her for doing chores he could easily be doing himself. There was also another reason. A reason that she refused to admit to herself but that was true none the less.... She kind of enjoyed it. Never getting that kind of attention from boys at school, to have a man going out of his way to brush the back of his hand against her body just to touch her was a bit of a thrill for Jess. She had even gone so far as to start wearing things like yoga pants or sports bras under her tops so that when Jean would "accidentally" make contact with her she could feel his touch just a little better.

One day while dusting an expensive looking camera Jean approached her and started telling her stories of a past life traveling the world as a photographer. He opened his computer and started flipping through some of his favorite pictures of gorgeous landscapes, exotic animals and locations. Then the subjects seemed to change as images of younger women wearing just their underwear began flipping through the screen. Jess felt herself growing uncomfortable as Jean scrolled proudly through images that by Jessica's standards seemed practically pornographic. Blame it on a sheltered life or growing up in the church but pictures like these weren't exactly something she was very familiar with looking at.

Jean told her how much he missed photography and shooting pictures of those young models. As he spoke his eyes were looking deep into her own. She felt nervous. "Was he trying to suggest I let him take pictures of ME like that?" Jessica asked herself.

She didn't really respond to Jean's comment but instead said she needed to get going so she could work on some schoolwork before bed. Jean simply smiled and stood up to hug her goodbye. As his body pressed into hers she felt something pressing against her hip. "Was that Jean's...?" She felt herself turning red as their embrace ended and Jess scurried out the door and into her car.

The ride back to her dorm her mind was flooded with the images on Jean's computer. She wondered how many of them were "models" and how many were Jean's lovers.

She entered her room and got ready for bed. As she removed her clothes she looked in the full length mirror behind her bedroom door and examined herself as she stood there in just her bra and panties. Without thinking she found herself posing in the mirror, attempting to mimic some of the pictures she saw on Jean's computer a short while ago. She imagined herself modeling for him as she posed for her mirror. Her little game had caused more excitement than she expected as her pussy started to feel wet. She turned off her lights and climbed into bed. Her mind returned to her imaginary photo session however as her right hand slipped inside of her panties

 

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Jean did not press the idea of Jessie posing for him but let the temptation of more money for her student debt work is dark magic. But there was something else that Batard had noticed, the subtitled little changes in Jessie’s wardrobe sense she had started working for him the form fitting yoga pants that flattered her tight little derrière, and the freedom of her sports bar and the way the young coed’s nipples strained against the material of her blouse.

Jean let another week past before he made his next move in Jessie’s seduction. The winsome blonde coed was dusting the top self of a book case when the seductive,

CLICK

Of his camera caught Jessie in that unguarded moment. He slowly began circling the young beauty as she climbed down from the step stool. Her little blushes,

CLICK, CLICK

The way her body moved as she tried to avoid the camera’s unblinking eye.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

Jean came up to Jessie put his arm around her waist, his body so close to hers the heath of his body caressing her young body, to show her the short he had just taken of her in the camera’s view screen. The pictures showed Jessie not the awkward girl that she saw herself as but a vivacious young beauty with smoldering azure blue eyes and yet with a naïve, innocent beauty.

“Jessie I really would love for you to pose for me.”

His arm slowly slipped from around the young coed’s waist

CLICK, CLICK


“ I could pay you $50.00 a session Jessie.”


CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

“Unbutton your blouse Jessie.”

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

The seductive click of the camera’s shutter caressed Jessie’s senses. He would not press his little virgin, for Jean Batard had little doubt left that Miss Jessica Summer’s was a virgin.

“ Do love a young lady in skirts Jessie.”

He smiled as he planted another little seed, another little temptation in the young coed’s mind. He knew how Jessie loved her jeans. Just a little nudge for her to change her wardrobe to please him.

 

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Jess felt unusually nervous during her next shift at work. She ended up getting to see her grandpa for a few minutes which was always a nice benefit of her job but in the back of her mind all she could think about was the fact that she would be seeing Jean after her shift. She tried to suppress her nerves about as best she could while talking with her grandpa but even when she tried to avoid the thought if Jean she couldn't escape him

"Jean has been talking an awful lot about you lately." Her grandfather said

"Oh really?" Jess replied somewhat nervous. She was afraid of what exactly Jean would have told him.

"Yes. He says I should be proud to have such a sweet and lovely granddaughter." He said with a beaming smile.

Jess was a bit relieved that Jean hadn't said anything beyond that. Not that there was anything to tell but after spending the last two days day dreaming about being a model for Jean she felt like there was something to hide

After visiting with grandpa Jess finished her shift and headed to Jean's condo. Her stomach was fluttering with nerves as she knocked on the door and was greeted by Jean.

She asked what he wanted her to work on that day and almost expected him to say "model for me" but instead he suggested some dusting.

Jessica started with the end tables and had worked her way over to the bookshelf in the living room when something caught her ear.

CLICK

she turned around to see Jean standing with his camera and snapping pictures of her. She may have fantasized about Jean taking her picture while alone in her room but to be there in person made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable. Her conservative upbringing and morals still controlled her actions more than her secret fantasies so as Jean continued to CLICK away behind her she attempted to avoid the temptation, even keeping her back to the camera

Suddenly, Jessica felt Jeans hand wrap around her from behind as he held his camera in front of her and began showing her some of the pictures he had just taken of her. At first Jess almost didn't recognize the girl in the camera as she had never thought of herself as anything more than average. Through Jean's lens however she looked beautiful. How had he made her look so beautiful?

Jean moved away from her and started taking pictures again

CLICK CLICK CLICK

He told her he wanted her to model for him. He even offered to pay her $50 a session which would be more than she makes for an entire shift working at The Birches. His offer stirred her stomach up again as she thought briefly about her fantasies. Then things took an even deeper turn

"Unbutton your blouse jessie" he said. Not asking. Simply directing as if she had already said yes to his offer.

Jess took a deep breath and her arms twitched, almost instinctively to move towards the buttons on her top. "What was that?" She thought to herself as she stopped herself from moving further

"Jean, I can't." She replied "I can't take my clothes off. It wouldn't be right. Plus I work here, and you are friends with my grandpa. What would he think of me if I did that?" She managed to say. She knew this would probably mean Jean wasn't going to pay her to come work anymore but she was proud for standing up for herself and not caving in to the deeper desires that she was battling within.

 

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"Jean, I can't." She replied "I can't take my clothes off. It wouldn't be right. Plus I work here, and you are friends with my grandpa. What would he think of me if I did that?"

Jessie was in a near panic her breath coming in delightful little gasps that had the most desirable of effect of making her peaked little nipple press even harder against the material of her blouse.

“Take off your Clothes Jessie?”

There was just the right note of shock in Jean Batard’s voice and a look of puzzlement on his rouged face.

“ Jessie I did not ask you to take off your clothes young lady just to unbutton your blouse. …………”

There was a look of sadness and regret in his dark golden hazel eyes, a look that had been the undoing of many a young beauty. He laid his camera aside his movement tinged with that same touch of regret.

“……………I see that you are uncomfortable with my attentions Jessie.”

He knew he had to play his hand just right or he could lose this sweet little morsel before he had a chance to sample her sweet charms. He let the silence between them , linger, as Jessie build horrors of rejection , and the loss of her found money from him.

“……..that will be all for today Miss Summer.”

Oh that sweet adorable little lost girl look on the young coed’s face.

“…………..tomorrow then Jessie after your shift…………….I do love a young lady in skirts Jessie.”

Jean Batard smiled to himself as Jessie fled from his condo not sure if she was running from him or from herself, tomorrow would tell.

 

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"Take off your clothes?....." Jean asked seeming confused and possibly offended "...Jessie I did not ask you to take off your clothes young lady, just to unbutton your blouse."

Jess felt her chest tighten as Jean set his camera down. He was right. He never asked her to take off her clothes. Between the memory of the pictures Jean had showed her along with her own sinful thoughts had led her to jump to the wrong conclusion and now Jean was offended.

"That will be all Miss Summers." He said;dismissing the young lady for the day. "... After tomorrows shift Jessie... I do love a young girl in skirts Jessie." He said

It gaze her a small sense of relief knowing she had not coat herself the extra money working for Jean but she did still feel terrible for making such an inappropriate assumption about Jean and his intentions. "He's at least 60 and friends with grandpa. How could I think he was asking me to take my clothes off?" Jess thought to herself, disappointed in how she disappointed Jean. "Oh no! I hope he doesn't mention this to grandpa!" She stressed for the remainder of the night

The next day after school she was changing before work when she remembered Jean mentioning how much he liked ladies in skirts. Maybe of she wore a skirt today he would be more willing to forget about what happened the day before.

Her shift was a little awkward as she stopped by several condos to help some residents with various chores. The single old men seemed to stare at her way more than usual and the older women seemed to look at her disapprovingly. She wasn't dressed like a slut or anything so she didn't understand why she was getting this reaction. She didn't own many skirts to begin with and the one she was wearing used to be part of her uniform at her catholic high school. "If it was appropriate for catholic school it couldn't he too short." She thought

When her shift ended she walked to Jean's door and rang the bell, hoping he would be happy with her outfit choice and be able to forget yesterday's offense

 

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It was getting late and there was no sign of Miss Jessica Summers Jean Batard was beginning to wonder if he had over played his hand when his thoughts were interrupted by the front door bell. A smile bowed Jeans lips as he saw Jessie standing there in her little schoolgirl plaid skirt.

“You look very attractive Jessie.”

Batard hugged the sweet young Miss to him his body pressed to hers her chest pressed to his and then his lips brushed Jessie’s flawless cheek fist a soft sensual kiss.

“ You look adorable Jess.”

Jean had chosen the moment to call the naïve coed Jess as opposed to the dominative Jessie. It was almost as if he saw her as an equal, and adult, not some little schoolgirl.

“Pose for me Jess, please my dear.”

Jean picked up his camera.

Click, click, click

Once more the shutter of Jean’s 35mm camera sensually whispered to Jess. He took several shots having Jessie twirl, laugh, and just being a young girl. Batard pose Jessie on a bar stool he smiled down into the girl’s soft blue azure eyes.

“Unbutton your blouse Jess.”

Again that request that had so frightened her the day before. Again he had not asked her to remove her clothes but just unbutton her blouse. Batard waited for he would ask more of her if she took that next little step.

 

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When the door opened Jean smiled as he greeted Jess. His smile helped her feel a bit more at ease after spending a lot of the evening worried she had made a mistake she could not recover from.

"You look adorable Jess" he said as he greeted her with a tight embrace. He kissed her cheek gently, almost so soft that the innocence of being on her cheek was lost in the exchange

Right away Jean picked up his camera and started shooting photos of her. He didn't ask her to model for him or even work on anything around the house. It was as if her showing up in one of the few skirts she owned was the only permission the older man required.

He asked Jess to twirl around a bit playfully. It was a simple request but as she would spin she felt her skirt rising a bit from the force of her twirling. Being the type of girl that she is she was very careful not to spin to fast or allow her skirt to ride up too high as Jean snapped away on his camera.

"This is kind of fun" jess thought as she smiled and laughed, twirling around the spacious condo.

Jean led her over to a barstool and had her sit down. She smiled and sat up straight as if posing for a yearbook photo. It was much less intimidating than she originally expected. Jessica felt silly for how worried she had been the day before.

"Unbutton your blouse Jess." The request came suddenly. Jean's playful expression seemed to become slightly more serious as he looked as her and waited for her to respond.

Jess's heart began to race as she contemplated her next move. After the day before she knew all Jean was requesting was for her to unbutton her blouse which seemed like an odd thought for her to have. Unbuttoning her blouse for any guy was more than she had ever done but after feeling so stupid for the way she reacted to Jean the day before it seemed like a small request.

She took a deep breathe as she raised here hands toward the front of her top and fumbled with the top button. Her hands shook, making it difficult to complete the simple task but she opened the first button of her top, then the second before lowering her hands back to her lap. She could feel more air on the tops of her breasts as she had ever felt in a public setting before as she had exposed the tops of her breasts and a good portion of the white lace bra she was wearing underneath.

CLICK CLICK CLICK

the camera continued as Jessica sat on the stool, her heart racing

 

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Time seemed to stand still as Jean’s request rang in Jess’s ears. She brushed the deepest shade of scarlet and then her decision apparently made the young coed lifted her trembling hands to the top button of her very prim and proper blouse. Jess’s hands shook so badly that is was a daunting task to free that little pearl button.

CLICK

The camera’s all seeing eye captured that delicious moment as Jessica Summers took her first tentative step in becoming Batard’s Model. The second button surrendered to the young girl’s trembling fingers. Jess sat there her hands demurely folded in her lap, her blouse gaping open the smooth sensual curve of her pale ivory breasts just peeking from her gaping blouse.

CLICK, CLICK

“ Very nice Jess but not quite what I am looking for.”

Jaen laid aside his camera and came to his young model. His fingers slid down the material of Jess’s blouse and her hot flushed skin, the back of his hand grazing the swell of her breast. Jean fingers came to rest on the third button of Jess’s blouse and it soon parted almost if by magic. Jean eased back the soft white material of Jess’s blouse exposing more of the young coed’s heaving breasts.

“Better much better Jess.”

Click……………………………click……………………….click

Your beautiful Jess…………give me a little smile………..That’s it………….Through back your head and run your fingers through your hair.”

Jean was every inch the professional Photographer as he gave Jess her directions. And yet the all seeing eye of the camera caught how each movement revealed more of her firm young breasts to the camera.

“Shall we take a break Jess?”

Again Jean was at Jess’s side neatly trapping her between the bar and his body. Again his arm slipped around her trim little waist, as he showed her the shots he had taken. The girl in the photos was vivacious, sensual, and gorgeous. Jean had captured an aspect of Jessica Summer, that she had never dreamed of.

"Shall we continued?.........I know it is late but I love working with you Jess …. Shall we say $ 120.00 for this session Jess.”

 

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Jess watched as Jean snapped away with his camera as she unbuttoned her top two buttons but as she stopped so did Jean

"Very nice Jess but not quite what I'm looking for" he said as he set his camera down and approached her.

Without invitation or even a warning, Jean reached for Jessica's chest and unbuttoned a third button. She had never had a guy undress her even in such a slight way but here she was allowing her grandfather's friend to unbutton her blouse as he photographed her. He grabbed the sides of her blouse and spread them further apart, running the backs of his hands against the top of Jess's breasts as he draped her blouse outside of her bra and picked his camera back up.

He continued his "session" snapping away as he directed her to smile, toss her hair and normal things she had seen on television or in movies when she saw a modeling shoot.

Jean set the camera down to take a break but as he did he slide right next to Jessica's young body ans pressed himself against her as he wrapped his arm around her waist and showed her some of the shots he had taken.

Jess was surprised at how goos the pictures were and also couldn't believe how much of her bra and breasts were exposed in some of the pictures. "Jean can't show these to anyone" she thought to herself as Jean stepped away and lifted his camera again.

"Shall we continue?" He asked "I know it's late but I love working with you.... Shall we say $120 for this session?"

"Did he say $120?!" Jess thought to herself. She had some homework that she should be doing but $120 just to pose for Jean a little longer? She would be stupid to pass that up.

"Sure. We can continue a little longer but then I really have to go." She said. She still felt uneasy aboit how exposed her bra was but knowing there was $120 in it for her made Jess a little more ok with it

 

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"Shall we continue? I know it's late but I love working with you.... Shall we say $120 for this session?"

Batard offered the naïve young beauty another little temptation. He had revealed to her, her own beauty, tempted her with the sensuality of the photo he had shown her. Jean had seen the deep scarlet blush that kissed Jess’s cheeks as she viewed herself as a seductive young creature that the camera’s eye had shown her. He had also seen how those soft expressive blue eyes went wide when he mentioned that he would pay Jess $120.00.

"Sure. We can continue a little longer but then I really have to go."

Jean heard the little nervous hesitation in the young coed’s voice but she had fallen to his little temptation.

“Great Jess.”

The photo shoot continued much as it had before as Batard had Jessie strike several poses, each just a little more sensual, each a little more seductive, Jessie’s blouse was hanging open and the firm curve of her creamy ivory breasts and her sweet little lacy bra were clearly visible to the all seeing eye of the camera. As the shoot continued Batard had Jessie once more perched on the bar stool.


“Raise the helm of your skirt a little Jess”

Click

“Great Jess a little higher dear….”

Click

The seductive whisper of the camera shutter, whispering it’s on seductive temptation to the young beauty, daring her to go further.

“Higher”

Click

The edge of Jess’s panties were just playing peek-a-boo with the camera, when Jean laid aside his camera. He had not told Jessie to lower her skirt as he came to her. His hot moist breath washed across her young angelic face; with each breath he took, the stray whips of hair at the nape of Jess neck, sensually dance in his breath. His lips were just a breath away from hers, so tempting, so inviting, then Jean leaned forward and kissed her forehead as if she was a little girl, and he her favorite uncle, a subtle temptation to prove that she was not a child.

“Its late and I have kept you too long Jess. See you tomorrow?”

Suddenly his face seemed to darken, then just the right hint of a blush.

“Oh…. Tomorrows Friday and I know you must have plans for the weekend.”

Jean Batard had his own plans for Miss Jessica Summer’s weekend if she fell to the temptation to make a little more by posing for him on Friday.

 

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Jean seemed excited when Jess agreed to continue the shoot. He grabbed his camera and he returned her to the stool she was sitting on.

Jess wondered if Jean would ask her to undo any more buttons but as he clicked away with his camera he seemed content with her blouse just the way it was. It remained spread open delicately, exposing her entire bra to the camera as Jean walked around in front of her taking photos from every angle.

"Raise the hem of your skirt a little Jess." He directed as he moved around in front of her

She remembered how she overreacted the say before when Jean asked her to unbutton her blouse. Somehow she had assumed Jean was trying to get her out of her clothes when all he was asking was for her to loosen a few buttons. Today Jessica decided to listen to Jean instead of overreact. She scooted around on the stool slightly as she pulled at her skirt a little; raising it up her thighs a few inches.

Jean snapped a few more photos

"Thats great.... Just a little higher dear." He clicked again

"Higher?!" She thought as she reached down and wiggled her skirt up her thighs a little more. She could feel the cool air on her thighs as her skirt was hiked up higher than she had ever let another guy see.

"Higher"

The words almost seemed like a whisper as Jean looked at Jessica through the eye of the camera lens. She started to feel a nervous excitement as she pulled her skirt even higher up her legs. She knew her panties were only a few inches away from where her skirt was currently resting and as Jean changed positions and angles as he clicked away she wondered if he was actually able to see them.

Despite not removing any of her clothes Jessica felt more exposed than ever before. She tried to rationalize that a bathing suit showed way less skin than what she was showing now but something about having her skirt hiked up her thighs as her blouse was pulled apart and exposing her bra felt way more sexual. She began to feel nervous again. "What if grandpa finds out?" "What if Jean shows these to someone?" still, something about what she was doing also excited her. She had always been such a well behaved girl. Now she was letting an old man see her bra and take pictures of her. She didn't know why she found it so exciting but she did. So much so that she could feel a tingling between her legs. She felt guilty for feeling so excited about what she was doing but $120 is too good to pass up.

When Jean set the camera down and approached her, Jess felt her stomach start to swirl. She was expecting him to touch her or position her body in a different way but when he guided her skirt back down instead and said they were done for the day it was almost a let down.

Jean asked if she could come back tomorrow but then realized it was a Friday night so she likely had plans. The truth was however that she did not and the chance to make a little more money just for posing for Jean was too good to pass up on.

"I'm actually free all weekend so I came come by anytime Mr. Batard."

 

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Jean had pressed Jessie to be bolder as he had her raise her skirt ever higher. He had seem the crimson blush that kissed her cheeks when the helm of her skirt reached nearly to the top of her thighs and those her blushed turned to scarlet she had done as he asked. Jean was quite pleased when Jessie had so sweetly said,

"I'm actually free all weekend so I came come by anytime Mr. Batard."

“Please Jess call me Jean, Mr. Batard sounds so formal…..”

His lips teasingly brushed Jessie’s with each word he spoke.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then Jess.”

The sweet musky scent of Miss Jessica Summer’s arousal lingered in his condo after the sweet little coed had left and that brought a wicked smile to Batard’s lips.


Jean Batard ideally wondered if Jessie would again wear her little “Catholic Schoolgirl” skirt again he had subtly made it quite clear he enjoyed a girl wearing a skirt. At the soft knock at the condo door Jean let Jess in. The photo shoot went much as it had the day before. Jean had Jessie unbutton her blouse again yet this time he had her pull her blouse free and to undo all the buttons. The shoot was the same, the poses a little more daring, Jean demanding just a little more of Jess.

When he called a break he led Jessie to the dining room and there spread on the table were 8x10 and 12x14 prints of the photos he had taken of her and the effect was quite different that the little images she had seen on the 35mm camera’s view screen. Oh the girl in the photos was still vivacious, and even gorgeous yet the poses that the camera caught were those of a sensual little Sex Kitten. Her firm young breasts straining to escape the confines of her bra, Her little lacy panties playing peek-a-boo with the camera, but it was the come hither look on the girl’s face, the little sensual pout on her full ripe lips the seductive little “O” they formed, lips so kissable. That sensual seductive creature was not some girl it was Jessie herself looking back at her.
“ I know they will make a good at next week’s art show Jess. I think I have a good chance at taking first place.”

 

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Jessica couldn't believe she was so excited to pose again for Jean. Her entire shift at work she thought about the day before and the way Jean's hand brushed against her young breasts when he opened her blouse. It was the first time a man had touched her breasts, even for a moment. The feeling has sent a rush throughout her body that she hoped she would feel again soon. She felt a little guilty for actually wanting a man to touch her. Years of private school and a strict upbringing at home had led to Jess feeling guilty at nearly everything that gave her too much enjoyment but something about the way Jean made her see herself made it worth the inner turmoil jess felt.

When she showed up at his door Jean welcomed he in with a smile. He already had his camera ready and started snapping pictures as soon as she walked in. He led her to his couch today and began directing her movements as she smiled and posed for her olde photographer.

"Unbutton your blouse Jess..." Jean directed her as he had the day before.

She unbuttoned her blouse three buttons this time remembering how Jean wanted it the day before. Her bra and the tops of her breasts were exposed as Jean snapped more photos.

".... Now the rest of the buttons Jessie"

Jessica felt a flutter in her stomach. "All of them?!" She thought to herself in a panic. She didn't question Jean but she didn't reach for her buttons right away. Not until Jean stopped taking pictures and lowered his camera as if to show he was waiting on her to continue.

With so much exposed already Jess figured there wasn't much harm in opening the rest of her buttons so she did. Her blouse fell open and exposed a little of her toned young stomach through the gap in her open blouse.

"Now lean back on your elbows..." He directed

Jess leaned backwards on the couch, supporting herself on her bent elbows. Her blouse easily fell to each side of her body exposing her entire stomach and bra to the camera. Except for the little bit of her arms that were still covered by her sleeves she may as well have been in just her bra like she told Jean a few days ago she wouldn't do. Now her she was exposing more of herself to her grandpa's friend just a few yards down the hall from her grandpa's condo.

"That's good for tonight Jessie" Jean said as he lowered the camera and walked across the room to the kitchen table. "Come over her; I want to show you something." He said

Jess got up from the couch and started to walk towards Jean. She wasn't sure what to do about her shirt. Should she button it back up? Before she could decide what to do she saw the photographs splayed out on the table. They were from the day before with Jess's blouse pulled apart and her skirt just inches before her panties. She had never dreamed that she could look this sexy. "Was Jean that good with the camera or do I really look like that?!" She wondered. Her body tingled as she began to think of herself as a sexual being for the first time in her life when Jean brought her back to a sobering reality.

"I know they will make a good entry at next week's art show Jessie. I think I have a good chance at first place." He said

"What?!" Jess said out loud in a panic. "You can't show these to people!" She thought about other people seeing her in such a manor; her breasts partially exposed and her skirt hiked up her legs. "I could get fired if any of the staff knew I was doing this!" She said "Oh God! Grandpa!" She thought to herself. She felt sick to her stomach imagining the look on her grandpa's face walking through an art show and stumbling upon pictures of his sweet, innocent granddaughter half naked and realizing his friend had taken them. She didn't want to lose her job but even more, she couldn't put her grandpa through that kind of disappointment and embarrassment.

"Jean you can't submit these to the art show. No one was supposed to see these!" Jessica begged; hoping Jean was only kidding about the art show or if he wasn't would see her concern and agree not to submit them

 

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"I know they will make a good entry at next week's art show Jessie. I think I have a good chance at first place."

"What?!"

Batard could hear the panic in Jessie’s voice, could see it in the little blonde’s soft pleading blue eyes.

"You can't show these to people!.............I could get fired if any of the staff knew I was doing this!......... Oh God! Grandpa!"

The words came tumbling from the young coed’s moist ripe lips as she pleaded with Batard not to let anyone see these pictures of her. Yet even as Jessica Summer pleaded with him, Jean saw something else in the depths of those haunting blue eyes, a dark forbidden longing for something, something more than she knew. Those hauntingly beautiful eyes told Batard that this young beauty had no idea of what that something more that she desired was.

"Jean you can't submit these to the art show. No one was supposed to see these!"

Jessica begged him.

How adorable she looked with her blouse hanging open, her firm young breasts straining against her daring little lacy bra, and her little plaid “Catholic Schoolgirl” skirt hugging the swell of her hips. Jean did not say a word but simply picked up his camera again.

CLICK

“Perhaps something a little more daring for my private collection Miss Summer’s”

With his camera in one hand he slipped a finger between Jessie’s soft silken shoulder and the thin material of her blouse. He slowly slipped her blouse from one shoulder, stepped back,

CLICK

Batard then slipped Jessie’s blouse from her other shoulder. The material sliding down her arms to loosely bind her arms by her side her firm young breasts fully bared to his view caressed by her little daring lacy bra.

CLICK

“Remove your Blouse Miss Summers………..”

CLICK

Jean’s eyes held Jessie’s soft blue eyes captive as he softly but firmly directed the young teen beauty.

“Remove your shoes and stocking s Miss Summers”

How adorable she looked bare foot and half naked to the camera as she stood there in nothing but her little plaid skirt and bra.

CLICK

“Now your skirt Miss Summers…..”

Jean Batard held the helpless young beauty captive in his gaze.

 

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Jessica knew Jean would listen to reason. He was a mature man and would see her dilemma and not want to contribute to her getting fired. Instead of seeing compassion in his eyes however, Jessica saw something else. She didn't know what it was, but something about Jean's expression had changed from the charming older man she had been working for. He seemed more confident, almost powerful perhaps. He didn't say anything at first; instead he simply looked Jessica up and down, surveying her young, firm body. She was already regretting her decision to leave her shirt open when Jean lifted his camera and snapped another photograph of her.

"Perhaps something a little more darling for my private collection Miss Summers." He said in a quiet tone as he reached towards Jess's shoulder and gently guided her blouse off one shoulder. He stepped back and snapped a picture before leaning back in and guiding the blouse off her other shoulder, causing the soft material to fall behind her back, pooling around her wrists and holding them behind her like loose fitting handcuffs.

Jessica was frozen. She stood there unsure of what was happening to her. She thought she was just unbuttoning a few buttons. She even felt guilty for thinking Jean had further intentions but now she was standing in the middle of his condo with her entire blouse only covering her hands.

"Remove your blouse Miss Summers." Jean directed as he continued to photograph her. In her state of confusion and fear Jessica couldn't even process what was occurring but she still managed to shake her blouse the rest of the way off her arms and let it fall to the floor.

"Remove your shoes and stockings Miss Summers" he continued. Jessica stepped out of her shoes and leaned forward, reaching down and rolling her stockings down both legs. She held onto Jean's kitchen table as she pulled them off each foot. She was wearing only her bra and skirt as she stood in front of Jean who simply smiled as he walked around taking photos from different angles.

Jessica had never been so naked in front of another man before; especially while they took pictures of her. She felt numb. She still couldn't make sense of how she landed in this position. Her desires led her to agreeing to model for Jean but she said she wouldn't take her clothes off. He agreed and even seemed upset that she accused him of asking her to remove her blouse a few days ago. Was he lying?! The thought seemed so foreign to her at the time. He was an old man. He wouldn't lie to her would he?

"Now your skirt Miss Summers."

Jessica snapped out of her own thoughts at the words. "My skirt?" She asked as if she hadn't heard him loud and clear.

She wanted to tell him no. She could grab her clothes and run out of his condo ... But what would she say if someone saw her running out of Jean's apartment with her blouse off and no shoes? How could she explain that in any way that would make sense or keep her from getting fired?!

Jessica felt trapped. She didn't know what else to do. She looked at the door and back at Jean who was still snapping pictures of the young coed. Her hands shaking nervously she did the only thing she could do. She reached her arms behind her and unhooked the top of her skirt, then lowered the zipper. Her skirt fell on a pool at her feet and suddenly Jessica Summers was just like the models in Jean's photo album. Wearing just her bra and panties Jean continued photographing his young model as he continued to direct her movements and poses. Jessica felt cold, practically shaking as she stood nearly naked in front of a man for the first time but even through her fear something inside of her was betraying her as her body also started to hum with excitement. "What is happening to me?!" Jessica asked herself as she could only stand there and follow the commands of her photographer

 

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"Perhaps something a little more darling for my private collection Miss Summers."

No longer was it Jessie or Jess nor was Batard’s voice the soft cajoling voice that had so tempted the young coed before. No, now Batard’s voice had a firm commanding edge to it that seemed to wrap around Jessica as she stood frozen before him. Then his commands came to her strong and forceful.

"Remove your blouse Miss Summers………..Remove your shoes and stockings Miss Summers"

And though Jessica hesitated she complied with each of his commands.

Jean Batard’s camera’s shuttered softly clicked as it caught each little surrender of the shy prim and oh so proper young Miss Jessica Summers. Jean was amazed at the natural fluid grace of the young coed’s movements. His camera capturing each delicious moment of Jessie’s unveiling.

"Now your skirt Miss Summers."

Jessie’s eyes flew wide in astonishment as she gasped,

"My skirt?"

Again this gorgeous young creature hesitated her soft azure blue eyes shifting from Jean to the door of his condo. Again there was that something smoldering in the depth of the young girl’s haunting blue eyes, as she tittered between flight and submission. Then with the soft metallic whisper of her skirt’s zipper, the soft rustle of her little plaid “Catholic Schoolgirl” skirt as it slid down Jessie’s long sculptured legs to pool around her trim little ankles. Young Miss Jessica Summers stood before Jean Batard just like the models in Jean's photo album, wearing just her bra and panties. Jean continued photographing his young model as he continued as he posed her in ever more sensual and erotic poses. His Voice and his hands directing her into the positions he desired.

Once more Jessie found herself on Batard’s couch leaning back on her elbows her backed arched, head thrown back. Jean’s strong warm hands on her cool trembling silken skin, they brushed the seductive curve of her breast, grazed the quivering plain of her abdomen, then slowly parted Jessie’s velvet thighs.


CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

The seductive whisper of the camera’s shutter whispered its call to Jessica. Then Batard was at her side, his finger slipped between Jessie’s bra strap and her silken shoulder.

“ You really don’t need this do you Miss Summers.”


Jean’s voice left no doubt that it was not a question but a statement of fact. His lips were just a breath away from Jessica’s and brushed her quivering moist ripe lips with each word he spoke. His lips, his hands, his body seemed to promise Jessie that unknown something.

 

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Within moments Jess was on Jean's couch again, leaning back on her elbows but this time there was no blouse hanging open or even a skirt making her feel somewhat covered. She was wearing nothing but her bra and panties as he grandpa's "buddy" took photo after photo of her.

Jean leaned in and positioned her body with his hands. Each touch sent a rush through Jesssica's virgin body but she didn't know why her body kept responding this way. She felt Jean's hands run down her stomach slowly then over her panties and to her thighs as he instructed her to part them slightly. She wanted to slap his hand away from her panties but her body had squirmed in a way that almost pushed her hips towards the older mans touch.

Her body was reacting in a way that her mind couldn't comprehend and all she wanted to do was make a little extra money to pay for school.

Jean snapped a few more pictures before reaching for Jessica's shoulder

"You really dont need this do you Miss Summers" he said as he gently pushed the strap of her bra off her front shoulder. "No! He couldn't mean that!" She thought in a panic as Jean stood and waited patiently for her to comply with his direction.

Jess nervously sat up and reached behind her back fumbling with her bra. She had unhooked countless times but was currently fumbling with the clasp as if it were her first time.

She finally released the hooks and her bra fell away from her chest but only slightly. She looked at Jean as if hoping he would change his mind for some reason but nothing ever came. She slipped the bra from her arms and let it drop to the floor as she exposed her young, perky breasts to a guy for the very first time. Her nipples were stiff from the cool air of the condo and almost instinctively Jess reached for her chest to cover her breasts with her hands but she knew Jean wouldn't allow that to last for very long.

 

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"You really don’t need this do you Miss Summers"

Jean voice was darkly commanding as he boldly slipped the strap of Jessie’s bra from her shoulder.

Batard knew that he had pushed this shy little coed hard and yet she had followed each of his instructions only after a moment or two hesitations. Jean was pleased the way her gorgeous young body responded to his touch and now with her stunning blue eyes pleaded with him her delicate hands slowly reached behind her for the clasp of her bra. Once more Batard had his camera in hand. He had selected the stop action feature of the 35mm camera.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

The rapidly fluttering shutter of the camera’s all seeing eyes caught Jessica Summers’ little struggle with the clasp of her bra, The way the straps sensually slid down her arms as she clutched the lacy little bra to her chest, the seductive way the bra tumbled from her supple young body as Jessie let it drop to the floor as she bared her firm young breast to the all seeing eye of the camera. Her pale pink rosebud nipples were stiff from the cool air of the condo and capped her puffy dusky pink areolas. How adorable Jess looked as she instinctively reached to cover her breasts with her delicate hands, trying desperately for some sense of modesty, yet when her azure blue eyes met Batard’s golden hazel eyes the young coed dropped her hands to her sides.

“You are gorgeous Miss Summers.”

CLICK,

Jean held out his hand to Jess.

“ Come Miss Summers.”

Jean led the naked young beauty to his study and the bearskin rug that lay before the hearth.
“Recline Miss Summers.”

Once again Jean had his little coed pose much as he had when she was on his couch only now her panties were her only vestige of modesty left to her. The poses slowly became more sensual, more seductive, more erotic as did Batard’s touch became more intimate as he posed Jessica. He smiled at the first intoxicating whiff of her sweet musky scent at her unwanted arousal. Now each time the camera seductively whispered CLICK, Jessie was bathed in the brilliant white light of his strobe flashes.

 

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Jessica looked in Jean's eyes as she held her hands over her breasts. His eyes alone told her what he wanted her to do but there was also a hint of anticipation in his expression. He obviously wanted to see her breasts but Jessica didn't expect him to be so excited about it.

She lowered her hands to her side and Jean's eyes lit up slightly as his camera went crazy

CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

Jess wasn't sure what to do so she returned to her pose on the couch, leaning back on her elbows, letting her breasts exposed and pointing towards the camera.

"Come Miss Summers" Jean said as he reached his hand out towards her. She reached out nervously; unsure of where Jean was taking her. He led her across his living room and into his office where he had a bear skin rug on the floor in front of two large flash umbrellas. Jess realized just how serious Jean was about photography seeing all of his equipment. None of this had been wet up in the past however or she would have noticed it while she was cleaning the place. "Did he set all this up knowing I would end up practically naked?! Did he plan this?!" The young coed wondered as she walked in front of the two flash stands.

Jean directed her onto the floor and on the rug. He had he pose on her stomach, her front arching up towards the camera. The soft fur of the rug actually felt nice against her bare skin. That mixed with the nervous excitement of being nearly naked had Jessica's body feeling a way she didn't recognize. She was scared and uncomfortable but her body was acting like she was turned on. Her nipples were hard and poking out from her firm breasts and as she moved around more she noticed how wet she was between her legs. The only other time that has happened is when she is alone in her room and touching herself. Why did this make her feel the same way?!

 

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What a nervous little kitten young Jessie was as she took Jean’s hand and let him led her to his study, posed her on the bare skin his camera capturing her near naked glory. Her firm young breast proudly arching up to Batard and the camera’s all seeing lens. Her little pale pink nipples peeked little pebbles crowning her dusky pink areolas. All this and so much more the camera capture, the soft wanton look in Jessica’s smoldering azure eyes, and yet there was a look of such youthful innocence as well. This adorable little coed looked good enough to eat. The thought brought a lecherous smile to Batard’s lips. Batard toyed with the thought, Why Not, and that moment Miss Jessica Summers fate was sealed.

Jean Batard held Jess’s soft azure eyes in his gaze as he mounted his camera on a tripod to join three others that surrounded the bear skin rug, the camera linked and set on auto as if waiting for the Master. Jean came to his sweet little innocent coed, he could see that Jessie was expecting him to merely pose her once more then his lips pressed to hers, the tip of his tongue slide over the sweet moist bow of her lips. His tongue slid over the even white ridge of Jessie’s teeth before slipping into the sweetness of her virgin mouth. Batard let that kiss linger and deepen until time stood still for his young virgin. There was no past, no future, just here and now, just that one sensual and seductive kiss. Slowly Jean’s lips parted from Jessie’s.

The timed flash of the strobes gave a surrealistic quality of Jessica Summers’ seduction. As if view still shots from a photo shoot, the camera and Jessie caught Jean as his lips traced the line of her jaw, the sensual curve of her slender neck, a little lover’s nip to the hallow where Jess’s neck and shoulder met and her life force fluttered madly under her silken skin. Little butterfly kisses brush of an angel’s wing as those soft kisses caressed Jess’s flawless skin, fowled down over her chest, traced the contuses of her breasts with sensual little kisses, seductive little lover’s nips, and erotic tonguing. Batard inhaled one of the young coed’s pebbled nipples rolled it along the ridged roof of his mouth, the tip of his tongue grazing the puckered tip of Jessie’s nipple. Jean head turned, the stubble of his beard caressed the firm curve of her breasts as lips and teeth claimed Jessica’s neglected nipple. Gripping that sweet little rosebud between his teeth, Batard inhaled deeply drawing a cool stream over the feverous bud.

Those maddening little butterfly kisses, seductive little lovers nips, and tempting little tonguing fowled down over Jessie quivering abdomen his tongue reamed out the young coed dimpled naval, a little nip to the hollow where her hip and thigh met. Jean Batard’s thumbs hooked into the waist band of Jessie’s panties, as he slowly worked them down over the swell of the young beauty’s hips, Jessica’s soft, sparse golden, downy, fleece, danced in his hot moist breath. Then Batard’s tongue snaked from between his lips to taste his young virgin for the first time.

 

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Jessica watched as Jean set his camera down on a tripod. She thought that perhaps her modeling session was finally over and she could get dressed and put an end to her confusing night.

Instead however, Jean approached her to position her again. He got on the floor but instead of reaching to adjust her he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She felt Jeans tongue push last her lips and find her own. Her body shuddered, still scared and nervous but also somehow aroused. She felt her body almost open to accept Jean's kiss. She had french kissed a boy before but only two and they were her own age. Never had she felt the lips of such an older man against her own. His kiss was different from the boys she had kissed. He had whiskers and facial hair which they didn't and he was much more gentle with his lips. She had only known boys to shove their tongues into her mouth aggressively. Maybe that's why she wasn't very interested in pursuing the affection of guys at school.

Jean broke their kiss as the flash of the camera went off

"How did that happen?! Are the cameras still taking pictures?!" Jessica wondered to herself as she noticed the look in Jean's eye. He lowered himself back towards her lips but instead of kissing her he kissed her neck and slowly made his way down to her collar bone. His lips sent wave after wave of pleasure through Jessica's young body. She wanted him to stop but her body wouldn't allow her to speak. Instead she felt Jean's mouth reach her breasts as he kissed them lightly before taking one then the other into his mouth. The cameras continued flashing as she felt a man's mouth on her naked breasts for the first time. She nearly shook as her nipple felt jean's tongue flicking against it.

When he removed his mouth from her chest she almost asked him not to stop but again her body remained nearly frozen in her state of confusion.

Jean continued moving down her body, over her toned stomach and belly button then between her legs where he kissed the inside of her thighs. Jess could feel a throbbing between her legs that she had never felt before. It was as if her heart was racing so strong that she could feel each beat pulsing between her legs.

Jean sat up and grabbed the waistband of her panties before pulling them down. She was completely naked on the floor of Jean's condo, allowing a man to see her completely naked for the first time in her adult life and it was a man three times her age and a friend of her grandfathers. "How did this happen?!" Jessica wondered for a moment before snapping back to reality quickly as Jean parted her legs slightly before dropping his head between them. Jessica nearly sat up to stop him until she felt a warm mouth on her pussy for the first time.

"HOLY SHIT!" Jessica audibly yelled from the floor of Jean's office as her back arched and the cameras continued snapping picture after picture. Capturing the moment Jessica's life changed forever

 

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Batard had not asked Jessica to remove her panties, as he had told her to remove her bra, no he wanted the pleasure of unveiling her succulent little pussy himself, he wanted the dark pleasure of seducing this gorgeous young creature, and savoring her fall from grace. The moment had come as his tongue slid along the hot moist folds of her virgin’s treasure, he savored the summer wine sweetness of Jessie’s innocence. Batard smiled wickedly as the young coed gasped,

"HOLY SHIT!"

Her girlish excitement so open, so honest, and so wonderfully refreshing as her gorgeous young body arched to his mouth.

Now Miss Jessica Summers’ seduction began in earnest as his mouth, teeth and lips lashed Jessie’s luscious little pussy. He coaxed the guardian of her maiden treasure from its hooded hiding place. The tip of his tongue flicked at the young coed’s clit. He brought the young beauty to the edge of that dark abyss that promised the young innocent such sinfully forbidden pleasure. Jean kept her there tittering on the edge, where she could almost taste that sinful pleasure and then with a flick of his tongue he pushed the young innocent over the edge of that dark abyss.

Batard kissed his way down Jessica’s long sculptured legs, nibbled the tendon behind her knee. His kisses traced the sensual curve of her calf, Then he began to kiss, lick and nibble his way back up Jessie’s other leg, up the sensual curves of her torso paying special attention to all those little secret places that brought the young innocent coed such forbidden pleasure. His dark golden hazel eyes held Jessie’s smoldering azure blue eyes captive in his gaze as he slowly shed his clothing.

Jean Batard came to his aroused little virgin and for the first time in her young life Jessica Summers felt naked flesh on her own naked flesh, her innocent young soul bared to his gaze. The tip of his cock brushed Jessie’s velvet inner thigh then pressed to the young coed’s virgin’ folds.

“ Come to me Miss Summers!”

His mouth closed over Jessie’s before she could protest, before she could think. Her innocent young mind might screen NO, but her gorgeous young body had ideas of its own as it betrayed the young coed.

 

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Jessica moaned loudly as Jean's mouth latched onto her pink folds and began licking and sucking her wet slit. Her body was squirming and writhing on the bear skin rug as Jean did things to Jessica's body that she didn't know existed. His tongue found her clit and soon her body stared to feel like it was going to explode. She had given herself an orgasm before but even what Jean was doing to her in that moment was better than any climax she had ever experienced. Still she felt her body climbing higher and higher towards the point of explosion. It felt like Jean has paused momentarily, leaving the young coed to question what he was doing but quickly his tongue returned to her clit and her body exploded with pleasure. Her orgasm crashed throughout her body as her back arched and her pussy contracted inside of her. She could feel muscles convulsing and nerve endings tingling all over her body. Jean had given her a feeling she would never forget and it was all captured through the lenses of the three cameras that continued to fire away throughout the event.

Jessica panted, out of breathe and nearly light headed as Jean's mouth had left her unable to even control her breathing. She felt Jean's mouth kissing and licking it's way down her leg then back up the other side. Her body was so spent that she felt as if she were made of jelly as he easily manipulated her petite body. She opened her eyes when she felt Jeans skin against hers. He was naked, and pressing his chest against hers. She could feel his hard member resting against her wet folds as Jean kissed her again and whispered into her ear

"Come to me Miss Summers" before thrusting his hips into her, causing his hard on to press against the entrance of Jessica's virgin hole.

She started to protest. Her mouth opened to yell "Nooooo!!!" But as the head of Jean's cock broke the plane of Jessica's virgin hole the only sound that she managed was "ohhhhhhh!!!!!". Her hips raised to accept Jean's invading cock as her juices coated his full length, allowing him to easily glide fully inside of her despite the tightness of her young hole. She heard Jean moan above her as he entered her. She had almost forgotten he was there as her pleasure sensors fired all over her body and her head began to spin. She had never had alcohol or tried drugs, not even once, but Jessica wondered if this is what it felt like.

Jean's hips pressed against hers as his full length filled her. He looked down at her young naked body beneath him and smiled, knowing he was the first to ever experience the warmth and tight grip of Jessica's pussy.

Jess was surprised that it didn't hurt when Jean entered her. Maybe he wasn't very big, or maybe she was just so wet and her body so relaxed from her orgasm that there was no muscle in her body capable of resistance. Jean pulled his cock out of her slowly. Jessica's body scooted down the carpet, almost attempting to follow Jean's cock to keep it from exiting her. When only the last two inches remained inside of her he thrust into her again slow and deep. Jessica felt a small discomfort this time. It wasn't bad but it did hurt a little. Jean got up on his knees between her legs and grabbed her ankles, raising them to his shoulders and resting them there. Jess felt Jean's cock enter her again but it felt even deeper now as her legs were lifted to Jean's shoulders and body leaned into her. She felt as if she was being bent in half as Jean slowly pistoned his hard dick in and out of Jessica's wet hole, slowly increasing his speed little by little.

Jessica started to moan again as the pain she began to feel was overtaken by the pleasure she felt from Jean's dick filling her repeatedly. She had no idea that sex would feel this good but now all she wanted was for Jean to never stop.