Panda says tonight will be a special experience. "A model!" she types excitedly.
"Great," I type back on Signal, our normal mode of communication. "I've always wanted to play with a model."
"...and her husband the photographer."
"Um - what?"
Do I get to fuck the model, whilst her husband is looking? How would I feel about it anyways, would I be able to get hard? What would the husband do?
I spend the whole day thinking about this one. Sure I am excited, but also a bit unsettled.
I go downstairs mid day to a Taipei supermarket, looking for something for tonight's soiree.
Something refreshing, light, appropriate for a model.
The issue with Taipei supermarkets is that the selection is not that good. There's not that many small vineyard wines, only the big brands, like Penfolds, Krug, Veuve Clicquot.
Champagne. That's it.
After all, there are no calories in champagne. And the bubbles make it easier for everyone to get drunk easily.
Especially for me.
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I arrive at the W. It's a beautiful lobby, wide open space, with good looking people going in and out. I hear the W is the place to stay in Taipei, as it is popular for the rich kids of Taipei to head there and party.
I look forward to tonight's good looking people. I head upstairs to our room.
I am introduced to the husband first. Half. He seems nice, with bohemian brown hair, dark John Lennon sunglasses, his Leica M11 nestled around his neck.
"Very photographer-like," I say to myself.
"Nice to meet you," he offers, probably knowing that I'm the interloper here.
I am introduced to Sandra.
I mutter under my breath- "hot."
Strong jawline but feminine. Her makeup is done right, not too heavy, but the right touches to accentuate her eyes and her thick, gorgeous lips.
And her body, which I follow along with the curves of her jeans and her crop top. They're flowing and cresting in the right places.
But it's her hair that sticks out. Full and lively, with nice curves. It has volume, it looks gorgeous. It looks like she's put some time in, heading to the salon, getting it blown dry, getting some product thrown in for it to hold.
I quickly move on to the champagne before I get too distracted by my own imagination.
I pop the bottle of the yellow labeled Veuve, surprising Sandra slightly. The bubbles leak out from the top, like a bit of pre cum from the tip of a cock.
"Ohh," she giggles, "I like bubbles!"
"This is going to be fun," I think to myself.
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We get started.
Sandra disrobes, her just-showered body now glistening, revealing her curved figure. She's got all the proportions of a model, tall and lengthy legs, with a size B cup. Her skin and figure are flawless.
But it's still her perfect bob that makes me notice. Those perfect curves and layers. I've never seen anything like it.
Sandra starts modelling.
"Is this what I need to do?", she asks Half as she starts posing, "like this?" as she looks for affirmation.
She has the energy of a cute girl. She asks for validation, questions on what looks good for the camera, her body to be commanded.
Half takes the lead, his Leica flipping vertically and horizontally.
"Move this way," he barks, "put your ass here!"
Sandra complies, shifting her ass from the edge to the centre of the bed. She sits down, pulling her knees to her chest.
Half barks further, "move your tits up a bit," he directs.
Sandra does so willingly.
So she is cute. Up to a point.
Sandra starts to settle in, and as she does so, she starts to model. She crosses her legs in a feminine way, scissors her legs to draw the eye towards her mound, only to cover it up slightly, leaving the mind to desire.
Half doesn't speak any more, letting Sandra to do her work. Thank God.
She crosses her arms across her chest, pushing up her breasts up, cupping her perky tits.
Sandra draws the attention now to her face, putting her finger suggestively near the corners of her mouth, the finger tips not quite penetrative, touching the corner just slightly.
Suddenly, Sandra flips over on the bed, her ass in the air, her fingers in her mouth, awakening her desire.
Her perky ass lifts up - ready to take a cock in, her tight ass air fucking an invisible shaft.
I notice a palatable change in her energy, from just going through the motions of modelling to now going through the motions of seduction.
She no longer has the idea of attracting a man, a physical person, but is trying to court desire herself.
She spreads her legs while bending over, inserting her own fingers inside. Her arm between her legs, her face lying flat on the bed, her beautiful hair splayed across, sexily, alive.
"Yes," she moans, "mmmmm."
Her moans are full of desire. Of carnal pleasure.
She puts herself further in, her sounds with seriousness, ferociousness, hunger. I see her manicured nails disappearing into her hole, hear her fingers going inside and out, the moisture amplifying the sounds.
