Shanghai, a Camera, and a Blow Job

Masturbation

“Where are you going?” “Shopping.” “Shopping? What do you want to shop for?” “Well, it’s been a while since we bought anything for the ‘tickle trunk’. I thought it would be fun to find something new for me to wear. Besides, I’m in a mood to be a model again.” My grin betrays my pleasure. “May I join you?” In a short time, we are walking down one of the main shopping streets in Shanghai. As we pass a lingerie shop, “Wait! Have a look at this!” I stop and you point out a bra and panty set in the window. Black. Nothing special. I smile at your boldness. “Let’s go in,” I suggest. “Really? You’d go into a shop like this? Chinese men won’t go into a shop like this!” “They don’t know what they’re missing!” “Do you really want to go in?” “Why not?” I ask. “I don’t need any of these things.” “Shopping was your idea. Have you changed your mind? Besides, nobody ‘needs’ these things. They are just for pleasure.” “Whose pleasure?” you want to know. “Mine,” I reply with a grin. “And yours too. I promise.” You laugh. “Wait here.” “No. I want to go with you and help you decide.” “Up to you,” you shrug. You surprise me yet again. I expected you to resist my company in such a shop. I watch you as you browse. Where will your imagination take you today? You select a very plain, long cotton night gown, buttons to the throat, almost floor-length. “Do you like this?” Are you teasing me? “Too difficult to take off you!” “Shhhh,” you hiss, “you’ll embarrass me!” I hold up a nightie with thin straps, deep burgundy, shorter than knee length. “How about this?” You sneer at my choice. I spot a bra and panty set which stirs my blood; red, with a black pattern and a little silk bow between the cups. The bra is cut low. In my mind, see an image of you, your nipples barely covered, peeking just above the fabric. The panties are almost a thong, a little bow just where it should be. I imagine undressing you and finding this beneath. My cock stirs. This is what I want to buy for you. And I tell you so. “Are you serious?” “Yes, I am.” “But, it’s embarrassing.” “Who else, except you and I, will see it? And, besides, when I do see it, how long do you suppose it will stay on you?” You hold it up and then closely examine the fabric, the quality. “How much is it?” “It doesn’t matter,” I reply. “I’m buying it for me!” You laugh. “Do you think that they have it in your size?” Funny girl. How do you find the words to make me laugh too? “Try it on.” “Really?” “Yes, really.” You talk it over with the clerk in words, Chinese, that are unintelligible to me. Selecting various sizes you disappear into the change room. “Let me know if you need any help in there.” “I will!” I don’t expect I will be summoned to help you, so I continue to browse while I’m waiting. There are so many things that I think would suit you, suit your body, excite me. One particular nightie catches my eye, silk, shimmering, the deepest red, almost sheer. Short enough to barely cover your hot little ass. I can picture the little bra and panties that you are trying on hidden underneath and the pleasure it would give me to remove each piece; your skin, revealed little by little, hot, ready to be kissed. I give the nightie to the clerk and with a gesture, I ask her to wrap it Ankara bayan escort and hold it for us. You open the door of the changing room and just your head appears. “Wanna see?” “Yes.” You step out, in your street clothes, smiling. “Later.” You make me laugh. “Do you like the colour?” “Yes.” “How does it make you feel?” “A little sexy.” Perfect answer. “Just a little?” You poke my arm in response. “Do you see anything else that you like?” “I don’t want you to spoil me.” “In this shop, I WANT to spoil you. Remember, I’m spoiling myself as well.” You smile again. That smile will win me every time. “Are you sure?” I nod. “Let me look around.” Again, I watch. No longer are you looking at plain, button to the neck night gowns. You browse through those items that could only be described as sexy, frilly, even ‘naughty’, of every colour of the rainbow, everything that would be a delight to see you wear. I watch your face. You smile as you begin to feel more comfortable shopping for these things. I can almost see the visions that you have of yourself wearing this and that. What are you thinking? Are you thinking about wearing them? Or, are you thinking about me removing them? “Turn your back.” “Why?” “Don’t ask questions. Just turn around.” I turn, my back to you. “Hold these. I want to try something on.” You reach over my shoulder and hand me the red bra and panties. “No peeking!” You quickly disappear into the change room again. A few minutes later your head peers from the doorway of the change room again. “Turn around again! No peeking!” I do as I’m told even though the temptation to peek is very strong. I know that your little game will be played out in time and much to my pleasure. I can hear a whispered exchange between you and the sales clerk. You return to browsing, fingering the fabrics and strings and ties of various articles. You hold up a teddy for my approval. “God, I want to see you in that.” “What colour?” “You choose,” and you select a turquoise with a black lace trim. “When would you wear such a thing?” I ask. “When nobody knows that I’m wearing it. Besides, with you around, I don’t expect I would be wearing it for long!” Perfect answer. “Try it on…” A few minutes later, you return from the change room. “No, I don’t think it’s suitable.” “Why not?” “Too difficult to take off,” you say with a saucy grin. Hmmm. Another perfect answer. “Look around some more.” I’m still holding the red bra and panties when another customer enters the shop. I am not embarrassed but the new customer seems to find it amusing that a foreign man, a ‘lao wai’, is standing in a lingerie shop holding a bra and panty set. I grin at her and suddenly she feels embarrassed. She takes a cursory look around and quickly leaves. You show me another teddy, similar to the first. Your expression says “What do you think?” “Won’t it have the same problem as the other one?” “I don’t think so. It has snap buttons down here,” you indicate the crotch. “You can undo those, can’t you?” You grin. I laugh. And you disappear once again into the changing room. I look at another sample of the teddy that you are trying on. When I turn it around, I realise that it will show your hot little ass Escort bayan Ankara in the most becoming way. I hope you like it. Minutes later, you emerge from the changing room again. “I like it. I think you will too.” “Why do you say that?” “You’ll see.” Hmmm. Yet another perfect answer. “Anything else?” “No. You’ve spoiled me enough for one day.” “My pleasure.” I take the teddy, the bra and panty set to the cash desk. The clerk includes the red nightie that I chose earlier in the box with everything else. Added to the bag is another mysterious box. I decide not to comment or ask about the mystery box. You can have your fun. I’ll have mine… later. I pay and as I am about to leave, the clerk says in perfect English, “Thank you, sir. I hope you enjoy your purchases.” I do a double take. “You speak English!” “Yes sir, I do.” Hmmm. “Thank you. We had fun.” “It seems that you did. But, I think the fun has yet to begin!” I laugh. She smiles. She understood everything we said to each other. As we leave the shop, “What was that all about,” you ask. “I’ll tell you later,” I chuckle. As we walk toward our hotel, “What did the woman in the store say,” you ask. “She speaks perfect English.” You blush deep red. “You mean that she understood everything we said?” “Yes,” I laugh. “Oh, God. How embarrassing!” “Why? You’ll never see her again and you’ll probably never shop there again. At least, not without me!” “It’s still embarrassing.” I chuckle. You slap my arm. And then start to laugh as the realisation hits you that it really doesn’t matter. As we near the hotel, both feeling pleased with ourselves, “Let’s have something to eat,” I suggest. “OK. Then what?” “Well, we went shopping. How about giving me a fashion show?” “You’re bad!” “Yes, I am.” A room on the twenty-first floor: “Go sit in the bedroom and wait for me.” You grab the bags from our afternoon’s shopping and head for the bathroom. “What are you up to?” “You wanted a fashion show, didn’t you?” I smile. As the bathroom door closes, I open the curtains to allow the glow of the city to dimly light the room, kick off my shoes and seat myself comfortably in the chair. In moments, I hear the shower running and I realize that I will be waiting once again. Finally, “Are you ready?” you ask from the bathroom. I hadn’t noticed that the shower had stopped. “Yes. Show me.” You open the bathroom door and the light from within shows your body in shadow underneath the shear, almost transparent silk of the nightie that I had secretly bought for you. The shadows deepen as you approach me and I can see the hint of the bra and panties that you chose earlier. “When did you buy this?” “When you weren’t looking,” I reply. “I love it. Xie xie ni” “I knew you would. Bu ke qi” You spin around quickly and the hem of the nightie flares revealing your wonderful bottom. “Come closer.” As you approach, I reach for you. But you dance away. “Uh uh, no touching!” “Show me what’s underneath.” “You wanna see?” “God, yes!” You stretch your arms upwards. Your breasts thrust forward and your ass curves sweetly. “Help me.” I stand and approach you. My hands reach upwards and in one long slow stroke, I slide my Bayan escort Ankara fingertips down your arms, your sides, waist, hips and ass until I reach the hem of your nightie. I lift it upward, slowly, slowly revealing your red panties, your tummy, over the red bra until finally it slips over your head. You drop your hands to your sides. In the dim light of the room, your white skin makes the red of your bra and panties seem deeper, almost blood red. “Do you like what you see?” Your nipples peek over the top of your bra; little strawberries waiting to be nibbled and sucked. “God, yes!” “Get the camera.” Again I am surprised at your words. “Really?” “I like posing. And I know you like photographing me. Tonight I am your model.” I smile as you clamber onto the bed and quickly retrieve the camera from the other room. As I aim the camera, “Kneel on the bed.” Flash “Now hold your breasts from underneath. Yes, like that.” You are a natural. Flash “Look at me.” Flash “Turn your back to me. Look over your shoulder.” Flash “Let one strap of your bra fall off your shoulder. Look at me.” Flash “Reach behind you as if you are unfastening your bra. Look over your shoulder at me.” Flash “Turn and face me. Sit crossed legs. Put your hands behind you and lean back on your arms. Look up at the ceiling.” Flash “Look at me.” Flash “Look down.” Flash “Fold your arms beneath your breasts.” Flash “Tilt your head down and raise your eyes to the camera. Look at me.” Flash “On your knees.” “How?” “As if I were fucking you from behind.” Your breasts are almost spilling from your bra. Flash “Show me your nipples.” You sit up. “Do you want me to take this off?” “No, find another way.” You clutch the cups of your bra with each hand and pull down. “Slowly.” Flash Flash Flash Without prompting, you reach behind and unfasten the catch. Flash “Pinch your nipples.” Flash “Don’t move.” I zoom in until only your nipple and fingertips fill the screen. Flash Then, no flash to capture you in a softer light. “Turn around again and get on your knees.” “How?” I smile. “Like I was fucking you from behind.” “I knew that. I just like hearing you say it!” You make me laugh. “Ass in the air, on your elbows and look back.” Your round, firm little ass is split down the middle by your panties. Creamy white. Flash “Turn back to me. Now say ‘Fuck me’ with your eyes.” A sultry expression. Flash Then you begin to laugh. Flash “OK. Enough.” “Why?” “Because, the fashion show isn’t finished.” I remember that you had bought a teddy with snap buttons because they were easier to undo. And I’m curious about the mystery box that the sales clerk included. You dash towards the bathroom, only wearing panties. “Wait!” You turn back to me. Flash. Two minutes later you prance into the bedroom wearing the turquoise teddy. “God! You are so desirable!” “Do you like it?” “I like it so much that I want to take it off you!” “Wanna see the back?” “Silly question.” You turn and, as I expected from the sample in the store, your beautiful ass is all but naked, hot, curved, full and firm. “What do you think?” you ask as you wriggle your bottom. “What do I think of the teddy? Or, what do I think of your ass?” “Both!” How do I answer? How could I not like both? The colour of the teddy enhances the white curves of your ass. Your ass has been in my imagination all day. I have fondled it, squeezed it, spanked it, kissed it and still I want more.

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