Author's note: The inspiration for this story came from a video that I recently discovered online. I have watched this short clip countless times, and have become somewhat obsessed with it. I want to know everything about the girl in this video. I want to know about her childhood, her friendships, her relationships and her motivation for doing what she did in this video. I want to know the life story of the man in this video. I want to know how this video was made, when it was made, and why it was made.
Unfortunately, I will likely never know any of the above, so I am resigned to fill in the missing pieces with my imagination, through this story. Maybe that is for the best.
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Ashley could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she hurriedly rushed toward the door. She took a deep breath, hoping that it would slow her breathing just a little. Her palms were sweating, and it had nothing to do with the heat of the warm, spring evening.
In the five days she had been living in her friend's apartment, she had ordered pizza from the same restaurant on a number of occasions. Each time, Hector would appear at her door wearing his baseball cap and a blue shirt with the restaurant's logo. He always gave her a warm and inviting smile, and his friendliness was contagious. English was not his first language, but he did his best to communicate with her. He appeared to be around her father's age, and yet he seemed neither ashamed nor self-conscious about working as a pizza delivery man.
She opened the main door of the building, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny shorts and a button-down long-sleeved hoody top that revealed her pale-white midsection in the most seductive way possible. She wore neither bra nor panties, and the friction of her shorts on her bare skin, combined with the naughtiness of what she was about to do, drove her wild.
"Hi, Hector!" she said in her sweetest voice. "Come on in!"
She led him inside the building, down the hallway, and into her friend's apartment. Hector couldn't resist watching her tight little ass wriggle as she walked. Her dark, shoulder-length hair swayed from side to side, reminding him of his wife when she was much younger.
During his last visit, this little vixen explained that her friends had dared her to convince a stranger to take nude photos of her. She asked Hector for his help, and he was more than happy to oblige. Hell, it was the most exciting experience he had in a long time - maybe ever. She had stripped down to nothing, right there in the front hallway of her apartment, and handed her cellphone to him. He snapped a couple of photos, she thanked him sweetly, and that was the end of it. He hadn't been able to think of anything else since then, and his heart raced when his manager told him he would be making another delivery to this address.
"How much is it?" she asked, once he entered the apartment and shut the door behind him.
"It's $10.25," he responded quietly.
"Okay, I'll be right back," she chirped.
He watched her walk away, and then stood at the doorway and fidgeted, adjusting himself nervously. He was a married man, and had no business looking at such a young girl in such a lascivious way. He pulled his blue uniform top as far as it would stretch below his belt, in order to hide the erection he felt growing.
She returned promptly and handed him some cash.
"Thank you so much," she said. She was practically shaking. "Keep the change."
He smiled, and swayed nervously from foot to foot. He would have paid her a tip, just for the privilege of seeing her again.
"And...can I ask you a question?" she asked with some hesitance. "I know you remember the last time...would you, maybe, take a couple of pictures of me, again?"
Her pulse was racing as he smiled and nodded his head.
"Yeah, okay," he responded, nervously.
"Do you mind if I undress right here?" she asked.
"What?" Hector stammered. She wasn't sure if he didn't hear her, or if he simply didn't understand.
"Do you mind if I undress right here?" she repeated.
He muttered something, but she couldn't quite understand what he said. He began to carry the pizza into the next room, but she stopped him. She needed for him to be in the front hallway.
"Oh, no, you can leave it here," she said. "It's okay."
Without hesitation or modesty, she took her shirt off, revealing her small, pert breasts. Hector smiled and laughed uncomfortably, and fidgeted with the pizza box, trying to maintain his professionalism.
"Uh...ha...very nice," he stammered.
Ashley giggled nervously, and covered her breasts in a demure way that completely contradicted her actions. Then, she turned around and faced one of the walls in the hallway, and unceremoniously dropped her tiny shorts to the floor with one swift movement, revealing her perfectly-shaped ass and cleanly-shaved cunt.
Hector remained frozen at the end of the hallway, pizza box in hand, with a dopey smile plastered on his face, apprehensively shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Thanks so much for helping me out again," Ashley said, grabbing the pizza box from his hands. "You can wait right here. I'll get the camera."
Hector adjusted his pants and recomposed himself. He checked his phone. No message from his wife. That was a good thing. In no time at all, Ashley was back in the room. Hector quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket.
She sauntered over to him, completely naked, and handed her phone to him. "Okay," she said, "so, I'll just stand over here, just like last time? And just take a picture of me? Okay? It's the big button there, just like last time."
Hector nodded, dumbly.
Ashley stood with her back to the wall. She pushed her breasts together and smiled sweetly at the camera. Hector dutifully snapped a photo. She stood next to him and they examined it together through the digital display.
"I think that looks good," she stated.
Hector put his hand around her, but was afraid to touch her, so he left it hovering just above her flesh.
"Do you wanna take one more picture of me , real quick?" she offered.
Hector nodded, and she moved back to the corner of the room.
This time she stood facing the wall. She bent over at the waist and thrust her delicious-looking ass in his direction, peering over her shoulder seductively. Hector snapped another photo, and she returned to his side to review it.
"I can take pictures of you?" he asked, fumbling through his pocket for his cellphone.
"No, it's okay," Ashley said. "It's okay. I just need them for my friend." Then she offered, "but I can give you a hug?"
Hector smiled and nodded, and she embraced him warmly. He put his arms around her, but was careful where he placed his hands. Then she said something that completely surprised him.
"And you can touch my boobs, too."
He hesitated for a moment. He knew it wasn't right, but he couldn't resist. He reached down and cupped his hands over her breasts. She stood patiently with her hands at her side and smiled.
"You live here?" he asked, politely returning his hands to her hips.
"No, this is a friend's place," she explained. "I'm actually going back out of state soon. So I'm just staying here for a couple days."
"I could take pictures of you every week," he said with a laugh.
"No, I'll be leaving soon," she said, "but you can touch my boobs again if you want."
She was so cheerful and carefree in the way she spoke, it was disarming. He couldn't help but smile. He returned his hands to her breasts and gently squeezed.
"You wanna touch my butt, too?" she asked in that same cheerful tone.