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She was just a whisper of a girl, maybe like a very thin swan. Not a worrying size. Her breasts were larger than expected but not imposing and her hair seemed to be spread out over her rise and nipples. She had a thin scarf spread out across her hips. That was all. Her feet, from ankles to toes, looked new. Maybe not used that much. Perfectly formed. She was just 22 in years and looked like an angel.
There were no marks on her knees or elbows or anywhere else for that matter. Her eyes were closed and she breathed naturally, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Her legs were not closed but not open either. Her pubic hair seemed dense enough to hold them at bay. The scarf bulged upwards and touching it produced sponginess. A quick breath was enough to remove her silky strands of hair from her nipples.
The gentleman lay down beside her and simply absorbed her essence. Her natural beauty and her natural scent. He leaned over and couldn't help but remove the scarf with his tongue then dip his tongue in and let it play around. The room was bright. It always was. A single large mirror above and appropriate pictures and drawings around the walls. Other than the large plush bed there were some particular chairs and contraptions.
They were not there when the young lady mounted the bed and was arranged before she went to sleep. She was arranged again afterwards and the things put in the room and the things hung on the wall. Additional items were placed on the small table and in its drawers. He knew what they were and what he could do with them. Some very nice young ladies, a little older, demonstrated their use, clearly, slowly, close.
He placed his fingers on her inner thigh, about half way up from her knee and let his fingers rest there for a while for memory. He touched her with a finger right in the middle of her pubic hair and swirled it around softly and pushed down so he could see it spring back up slowly. He could feel misshapen skin with his fingertip. He wasn't sure what it was but it may have been one of her ridges. It excited him and his penis began its journey and started to stir. He was nude as well, but older, a gentleman, reserved, and soft spoken.
He rewarded himself twice a year to celebrate being alive. After trailing a finger across her lips he pulled the lower one down. Her teeth were smooth, pearl white and almost perfect. He pulled her lower jaw down and leaning over looked inside at her tongue and wondered how it would be on his. He would find out. Today he would begin with nipples.
He reached over and pushed one of the buttons. He was well instructed in the use of the buttons by a live model whom did not move other than smiling at him occasionally. She also gave him the opportunity to test the possibilities of each new position so he could perform properly at his leisure in privacy.
The young lady tilted over towards him slowly then stopped. Her nipples were perfectly presented and her back properly padded and supported. Her legs closed together. He could have inserted the knee block but chose not too at this point. The room was quiet of machinery but had soft beach and wind sounds. He simply bent over and began kissing and placing his lips around her nipples. His upper hand began its separate massaging of her other breast.