Hi, my name is Rita. I live in Moscow, and I just turned 18. Today was a big day for me! It was not only the day someone saw me completely naked for the first time but I also got a huge proposal that could change my life. But first things first!
Unlike other girls dreaming of boyfriends and sex, I grew up with the ambition of traveling around the world. Every day as I travelled to and from school, I would see gorgeous tourists roaming around. This fascinated me. They behaved with gay abundance, giggling, taking pictures and always dressed in beautiful clothes. I was the only child at home and both my parents were working. As I was alone at home very often, I asked my parents for a camera. Soon I got quite a reputation for myself as a photographer. Taking my cycle, I would go to the tourist spots, taking random pictures. My group of five friends came around to pose for me and sometimes we would go to Red Square and start posing, taking pictures of each other. We had great fun. It was only when I was 16 that I realized I looked good in photographs myself.
My very close friend, Alyona, was my secret photographer. I was extremely shy and did not want anyone else to know my secret. After some time when I had a collection, I put up a page with my photographs in VKontakte, which is similar to Facebook. I got a message immediately. It was a boy 5 years elder to me who lived quite nearby. He of course did not know it was me as I used another name. This was the first time I was actually talking to a boy as I was usually very shy. He said I was beautiful and asked me how old I was. When he heard I was still 16, he went quiet for a while.
“Can I touch you?” he asked. Even though this was the first time someone said this to me, he did not have to tell me where he wanted to touch. The nipples of my round innocent boobs became inflamed and I could feel a wetness between my thighs. As I was sure he did not know who it was, I became bold. “Yes”, I said. He told me he is removing my top now and his fingers were slowly massaging my little tits. As I was alone, I actually removed my top and started touching my virgin breasts. They felt soft and warm in my hands. He said he was sucking my teats now and I uttered a cry of pleasure. He then said he is removing my pants. I did that at my end including my thongs. His mouth was moving down, he said…lower and lower… and I too moved my hand over my flat tummy, caressed the navel and moved lower. This was, believe it or not, the first time I was actually touching myself.
He said he is putting his mouth between my legs and I felt a shiver go down my spine. I used to always like older men and now I loved the way he was taking charge. His tongue was rubbing my clit he said and my hand too started rubbing my labia, suddenly discovering a spot that make me feel sensational, my legs spread apart on the chair as I looked at the computer. He told me his cock was standing up straight and asked me to suck on it. As I have never seen a cock before, I used my imagination, became bold and continued telling him I was using both my mouth and my hands. For a while, there was silence and then he sent me a kiss. This was the beginning.
I now began to touch my body regularly, masturbating seated on the bathroom floor. Always, I imagine a strong older man putting his mouth between my legs. I massaged my virgin pussy slowly with one hand while with the other I would touch my firm pert breasts. Suddenly as I continued, the rhythm would get faster and the lips would swell, getting wetter and wetter, my back would arch and I would come with a big rush. This was my big secret and I never told anyone else until now.
My desire to travel the world still haunted me and I wanted nothing more. I kept wondering how I would make my dreams come true. My parents were both working and even though we were comfortable, I knew it was not enough for the travels I had imagined. Finding a job that paid well too was not easy for girls of our age. Sometimes, I would take pictures of tourists and earn pocket money that I saved. But I wanted to travel in style, stay in good places, meet beautiful people, take pictures…. One day, Alyona came running to me and pulled me aside. Rita, she said, there is a photographer who pays handsomely for photographs if you are good enough. You are so beautiful, I am sure he will be very pleased to get you as a model. I got very excited. I realized this was my chance to make it big! I took the number and called him that very evening. The first question he asked was how old I was. Hesitantly, I replied 18. Was I too old for him, I wondered…crossing my fingers! Perfect! He said. I will wait for you tomorrow. That night I couldn’t sleep, thinking of my adventures ahead. Life is beautiful.
Next morning I was up at dawn, excited at this new phase of my life. I did not tell my parents as this was my personal choice and my life. I was 18 now, after all. I put on my favorite blue polka-dotted dress with my mother’s high heeled sandals. Looking at myself in the full length mirror, I got nervous. My shoulders appeared a bit plump. As my mother wasn’t there, I used her perfume to give me some confidence. I got up on a bus and at 10 o clock sharp I was at the door of his studio. As soon as he opened the door, I realized he liked what he saw and with a voice that sounded a little shaken, he beckoned me inside. I felt so awkward with my big bag but he soon put me at ease. I was asked to sit down on a couch near some Christmas decorations. Everything was so pretty and neat that I soon relaxed. Before I knew it, his voice mesmerized me and I was taking off my clothes, something I haven’t done in front of even my friends till now. As I started to take my dress off, my firm tits came out. I fumbled, more than a little bit nervous, when he called my name. I could see his cock straining against his pants but he carried on clicking. He had to adjust me for a pose and his hands brushed against my nipples, making me feel wetness. As I blushed, he took a picture.
As I started posing on the comfortable chair, I grew more and more confident. His voice was seductive and as he asked me to touch myself, I did not feel like I was with a stranger. I rubbed my tits, looking at the tent in his pants that was becoming bigger. The slow massage at that spot inside the lips made me wetter and wetter, my head arching back. My legs parted widely, he came closer for close-up shots. His hands touched my labia, showing me how to spread the lips and show the camera. Suddenly, in between taking pictures, he asked me in an aroused voice if I heard of www.defloration.com. I liked the fact that despite the obvious arousal, he was so professional and kept his cool. He explained that if I gave up my virginity in front of the camera would be much better paid. Tommy was someone, he said, who was elder to me and knew how to give delicious pleasure and at the same time would be very gentle with me.
I did not hesitate inside. My mind was set. I knew virginity is something precious for a girl and most kept it intact for the special one in their life. But I was different. I wished to fly…wished to see new lands…wished to touch the sky. This was something that would give me that opportunity and as I always fantasized a strong , older man would be in charge of my body, guiding me, helping me reach the ultimate pleasure. I grew excite instead but I tried to conceal my feelings as I know.