1 comments/ 59917 views/ 7 favorites A Shy Girl, a Voyeur, and a Tease By: MrIllusion Lisa and I were a few weeks away from our first anniversary. We had even begun to make plans for it. Being only 19 years old, Lisa had never been in such a long relationship before. From her perspective everything was going perfectly well. I didn't think so, but things weren't really bad either: our sex life was decent and she was a pretty little thing at 5'6", with her bubbly breasts, pert ass and pale blonde hair. Yet she was a shy girl, and the six year difference was having an impact: how could a 25 year old man understand that a nubile girl only liked making love when the lights were down? And that I only rarely got to see her naked outside of sex? I mean, she always changes in the bathroom with the door closed and only rarely forgets to bring her clothes with her before going in. The rest of the relationship was going great though, as we connected on many levels. We had our share of problems, one of them being the fact that I constantly wanted to see her naked or play with her body. What else could you expect from a girl who always kept her body hidden? At some point, last month actually, I began taking another approach to this problem of hers. Of course I kept talking to her about it, telling her just how beautiful she was and how sexy she looked and how I had seen her during sex anyway... I didn't really work, but I kept trying. But I wanted to see that girl naked with the lights on! This wish (which had become a compulsion after 6 months) began turning into reality when I discovered eBay, on the internet. Two words: hidden cameras. I know this is low and not very honorable. But even in the darkness, my eyes and hands had confirmed what my imagination had created from seeing her dressed or in swimsuits: this shy girl had a bombshell body. You know the compact, firm as youth and perky as hell kind that would make a priest hard... Small little nipples, pointing decidedly forward and up, mounted on breasts that stayed mostly the same regardless of her position... Yeah ok they were on the small side, but I've seen A cups that were perfect too, so her B cups were pretty impressive. Breasts of every size can be perfect, that's undeniable, but I would have loved to add a cup size to her bra... Anyway I'm not going to justify myself: I bought this little spy camera and tested it while Lisa was at work. It was great: wireless from a 9volt battery, pretty good color resolution for something so small and I could place it anywhere in the apartment and got a good reception. The base station was hooked directly to my computer and saved automatically every 15 minutes. Perfect. When I moved into this place it had required a lot of fixing up and through the first few months I had explored every nook and cranny and already know of about twelve spots where I could hide the camera to good effect. The best two were in the bathroom. The last guy who had worked on the showerhead had done a bad job: the was a large hole beneath the copper tube, an inch-wide hole I had never patched. There was a metal cap around the tube that was supposed to hide it, but it always fell back down against the shower head itself. It took me a few seconds to fix it an inch and a half away from the wall, so that it still seemed loose but would never move. I tried to position the cap so that it would hide Lisa's face on the film (because in any case I could see her face everyday!) and in doing so it would help to hide the camera. The rest of her body would be, I hoped, perfectly centered in the field of view. The other bathroom spot was completely across the room, at knee level. This wasn't a hole in a wall or anything, just the place where we throw our dirty laundry. It would be a piece of cake to position the camera in the pile without fear that she'd find it. Of course I couldn't leave it there in case she decided to bring everything to the Laundromat! But I didn't think there'd be any problems about that. From that angle I wouldn't see her in the shower because of the curtain, but I'd see her and hopefully her ass while she dried and dressed. I'd probably see her ass in the shower, but the angle would be pretty bad. There were more places to hide the camera in the apartment, but the obvious starting point was the bathroom. So during the following weeks I took every opportunity I had to place the camera and anxiously waited for Lisa to get to school to watch the results. Well. I learned a lot during those first few days. The hot shower usually fogged the lens and I couldn't see anything, and Lisa usually threw her clothes on the dirty pile, upsetting the careful angle I had selected. Damn. And it was not like I could film her every time she took her shower! I didn't want to leave the camera in place too long, so I had to know she was going to take one soon *and* have the opportunity to install it without her knowledge. I had less occasions than I had thought. But two weeks into the experiment I began getting consistent results. An anti-fog lens cleaner took care of that problem, although it was difficult to apply cleanly on such a small lens. I also placed the camera inside a rigid bag of mine underneath the pile of laundry so that it wouldn't move too much. The first good result I had was one of her in the shower, completely nude and wet with all the lights on. It was incredible: her breasts were smooth, pale skin, flawless on her chest. There was a low-angled V of pale skin from sun-tanning (a deeper V would have been too daring for Lisa). The color of her red nipples were a perfect contrast against the white skin and their small size made them appear quite impish. The water shined and sparkled on her mounds, running down their curves to fall down freely from those nipples. They were spaced a bit too far apart, but they were bubble-shaped and stood out quite clearly. I couldn't see much of Lisa's face, but at some point she began soaping her breasts. And soaping, and soaping. The little minx was playing with herself in the shower! At one point she moved back from the water and I could see her face: she was smiling naughtily! Oh God I was getting excited! My cock was hard from seeing her naked for the first time and now that she was playing with her small breasts, I couldn't help myself. I pulled my cock out of my boxers and began jacking off. Despite the bad angle I saw her wild and untrimmed bush as well as her ass and tried to time my orgasm with her cleaning her pussy. It seemed like she was spending a lot of time there too, but nowhere as long enough for her to actually climax. Since I could repeat the scenes and play them in slow motion, I had no such problems: I came all over my hand and belly. Damn she was sexy! Three days later I got another good shot, this one from the other perspective. As soon as she entered the bathroom, fully dressed, she began taking her clothes off. I had a close call as her bra dropped directly on the camera. But it slipped down a few seconds later. By then she was fully naked, her tight little ass in full glory. There was no definite line between her buttocks and her thighs, except when she was standing perfectly straight. Instead it was a smooth flow of sexy skin between thin yet feminine hips. They were decently fleshed despite Lisa's delicate frame, as my hands had confirmed a long time ago. Once more the skin was flawless, no birthmarks or stretch marks: hey, the girl was 19! Creamy skin whiter than her legs and back, seemingly supporting the tattoo on the small of her back; a tattoo I had but rarely seen as it was so close to her ass. Why and how she had managed to have this done, I couldn't understand. This angle also allowed me my first real good look at her pussy, enticing little thing that it was. Just like the rest of her, Lisa's pussy was small and tight: a compact, ready-to-be-lubed portal to that deep hole of hers. Her blonde bush was sparse but truly blonde and shining. Her outer lips were firm, nearly hairless and quite smooth. And as I had guessed from the few cunnilingus she had allowed, her smaller lips were constantly out, forming a little ridge between the two larger ones. Tightly closed, sure, but definitely out. Her pussy was a really beautiful thing even if it was so small: it could accept my entire length on the inside, so I didn't much care for its small exterior size. But I was pretty sure that if one day she decides to shave herself, she'd look like a thirteen year-old! A small, smooth, ready to eat pussy! So here I was, jacking off to the first times I could look at my girlfriend naked, in the light, for more than a few thrilling seconds. I came in a few minutes, once more covering my hand with cum. Somehow, in someway, this was pretty bad: jacking off to secret images of your girlfriend... But that's the situation I was in. During the next few weeks I got a lot more footage and a lot more masturbation sessions. I had fun editing a few *best-of* compilations and archiving the best material. So much fun that I decided to invest 250$ in a new camera that was a lot better with full 640*480 resolution, 30 frames/seconds and that had night-vision and sound as a bonus. I wanted to see her with even greater details and I wanted to see us and hear during sex, after the first few minutes when she insisted on keeping the blankets on. Let me tell you that I had a very fun month after I received this new toy. The camera showed me things that my eyes at night and the first camera hadn't been able to detect: the fine line that defined her ass that I thought didn't exist, the details of her nipples and pussy, the delicacies of those inner lips as they curled and crinkled all the way along her slit, the exact way her small breasts bounced when she played with them in the shower, how her nipples looked while hard after she stopped playing with them... And then there was the night-time sex sessions. Three different angles during three nights when I tried my best to dare Lisa into as many positions as she'd accept. Which wasn't much, sadly: missionary, with or without her legs on my shoulders, woman on top but only if she faces me, the spoon and that's about it. No doggy style, don't even think about it; no reverse cowgirl or even the woman-on-top with her knees raised variation; never any sex while standing up or sitting on a chair; no 69 and precious few oral sex; and she's never let me cum anywhere else than in her pussy. God I would have loved to cum on that ass of hers! But what could I do? Anal sex you ask? Do you really need to ask? But I don't want to give you the wrong impression: despite all that our sex life was good. She was a good fuck and enjoyed sex as much as I did; we had sex almost every night or morning. As long as I didn't try to make her do things that she didn't like, she was a hot bomb in my bed. But I couldn't help imagining just how incredible she'd be if she were free of all those strange religious inhibitions. So despite the fact that I had fun sexually with Lisa, there was a deep frustration slowly building inside me. This frustration is, in part, what led me to eventually cheat on Lisa. Anyway, my wrist and cock were becoming sore with too much masturbation. Fucking about once a day and masturbating once or twice more in front of the movies. Damn! I was getting really sore! And I was getting more and more impatient to see her gloriously nude in broad daylight! I already knew that her body was hot but now that I had seen in full-screen on my computer, I knew exactly what I was missing... But as the weeks and burned CDs of her movies went by, nothing changed. Our one year anniversary night of sex was really pleasant, but involved nothing new. I really didn't understand why she didn't want to broaden her sexual horizons. Complete mystery. Sex was good, but not great. It was like delicious chocolate-chip cookies without milk, or a remote wilderness cabin without a fireplace. I've been with wild girls in the past, and even though the rest of the relationship wasn't as good as what I have with Lisa, I miss the uninhibited and spontaneous sex. And then, right in the midst of those tormenting weeks, something happened that was forever going to change my life with Lisa. I didn't know at first, of course, but the arrival of Anja was going to add a full year to our relationship. In fact we nearly made it two our second year anniversary! But I'm getting ahead of myself. Who was Anja? An exchange student from Germany who studied psychology just like Lisa. Why do Colleges spend money to bring undergrad students across the ocean is beyond me. Lisa talked to me about it a few weeks ago, but I was so focused on the camera business that I had forgotten about it. Anja would be spending three months with us and next semester Lisa would be going to Germany for three months. She'd have a room for herself here, a study Lisa rearranged into this small room. So focused was I on seeing Lisa naked in daylight (believe me, I was!) that I barely realized that another 19 year old girl was going to be living with us for three months. And even so focused was I (are you beginning to believe me now?) that I didn't even think about filming her in the shower until I first saw her coming out of one with nothing but a towel around herself. Can you believe that? But once again I'm getting ahead of myself. She first arrived here on October the 3rd with two huge bags full of clothes and school stuff. That's when the first bells began to ring in my head: she was easily 5'10" tall, had fully black hair that fell down in wavy locks all the way to the small of her back, had the greenest eyes I had ever seen, was really beautiful and even underneath her coat it was clear that she had a great body. Wow. 5'10", if not 5'11". Green eyes. Long black hair. Argh! This was going to be a lot more fun than I had thought! During those first few days I had ample opportunity to see that body of hers. She was completely at ease with her body, with showing a lot more skin than is generally tolerated. I don't know if this was a cultural thing, but it sure was a wonderful thing. Great breasts! And I mean it! Big C cups, even firmer than Lisa's small breasts, thrusting out like starved animals. Bra on or bra off, under a tight sweater or nothing but a loose tank top, those breasts always looked the same: arrogant, proud, clearly delineated and capped with constantly firm or hard nipples. And her ass was not the tiniest bit less stunning. Generous hips that were incredibly feminine, long legs that seemed used to running or riding and an ass that screamed: "Pinch me!" High, pert, thrusting out like her breasts, it seemed firm enough to bounce quarters off it. How is it possible that it took me more than a few seconds before wanting to capture her on film? I don't know. I don't understand it myself. But when she walked out of the bathroom with a small towel on a Tuesday morning, with Lisa gone to school, something clicked in my head (ok, ok, you don't have to congratulate me, but right then I was proud of having had this idea... Until I realize how self-evident it was.). Nevertheless, while I was still stunned and she was still standing there holding her towel closed, she smiled and asked me: "Do you have any essential oils?" "Uh..." Cough. (Yeah right, *cough*) "I think so... which one do you want?" "Let me put something on and I'll see what you have for me ok?" "Sure..." What I had for her was a growing erection. I went to our room and pulled out the box with essential oils, almond oil, a few incense sticks and even a bottle of rose water. (I know, the perfect granola kit... Don't laugh.) But as soon as I had placed it on the bed I heard Anja coming back and I thought: "So fast?" When I turned around my jaw dropped: she was wearing nothing but tiny blue-lace panties and matching half-bra. She had loose strands of wet black hair all over her breasts, somehow enhancing their already significant bulge. She laughed at my reaction, didn't seem put off by it at all. "By God you're gorgeous!" "Well thank you Will..." she seemed a bit surprised by my direct comment, and a barely visible red sheen spread across her neck and upper chest. "But... but please don't do that when Lisa's around." Damn this had been hard to say! "Oh? You think she'd be jealous?" she seemed genuinely surprised by the thought. "Who wouldn't?" She smiled coyly. Well, not precisely coyly: her smile was rather *playfully* coy. "I mean you're gorgeous, tall, has an incredible—" I stopped there, before saying that she had an incredible body. Now it was my turn to me shy and red-faced: what have I gotten myself into? But she was still smiling and helped me out: "Don't worry Will, I'll be careful when Lisa's around. But what about when we're alone? Do you want me to..." "What? Oh no! That's not what—" But then she was laughing. "Just kidding Will. You Americans are so prude and stuck-up!" "I'm not an American!" "Ok, Canadians then. Did you know that in most parts of Germany, the gyms' locker rooms and showers were mixed? That men and women, even kids, take their showers together in the nude?" "I don't believe you!" "Well, believe it! In fact the only reason why I kept the towel on earlier was that I was warned by some friends that Americans were prudish. Canadians too, it now seems." "You mean that if we were in Germany and went to a gym to play a round of basketball together..." "Yes, we'd take our shower together. And no, not the little stalls like women have here, but communal showers just like you guys have." My erection, which had merely been a twitch when I saw her with the towel, began to grow again. It was safely under my jeans, but if it did grow al the way, she was sure to notice. And the damn girl kept talking about communal showers! "In fact when I saw the little showers at the gym yesterday, I barely believed it! I was ready to think that nobody had redesigned the showers since the building was built over a century ago! Not only do you people separate men and women, but women are separated from each other! Wow! That's weird!" "But if everybody can see everybody else naked, what happens to eroticism, seduction, teasing?" Anja seemed surprised by the question and looked at me with an flat expression that spoke volumes. Some of the words in those volumes were: "You serious?" "Well, yeah. I mean; most of seduction is a progressive unveiling of more and more skin. Show this, tantalize with what you don't yet show and so on..." "I can't believe this!" Anja exclaimed. "You mean to tell me that seduction, teasing and eroticism is nothing but a show of skin? That there's nothing more?" "There are a few more things, but essentially yes." "Well, I'm going to show you the difference right now." When she got up and reached around for her bra snap, I swallowed awkwardly: I knew that Lisa was not going to be back any time soon, but nevertheless I'm not sure I was ready for something like — oh my God! for something as beautiful as her breasts! As Anja's breasts poured out of her bra, my eyes opened wide with delight. One word: full. Big breasts and small alike can be full or flat, it has nothing to do with size. Small breasts can be flat if they're barely defined against the woman's chest or full if they stand out like firm oranges. Same thing with large breasts: flat if they look like they're hanging loosely for dear life on the rib cage or full if they look like they're bursting with milk. Anja didn't have especially large breasts: a large man's hand would fit perfectly on one of her mounds. Like mine for example. The line that defined those amazing breasts nearly went three quarters of the way around! Her breasts seemed to jumping out at me even though she was not moving. Reasonably-sized aureoles, pale pink, capped the solid breasts. Big nipples, already hard apparently, jutted out and once again seemed ready to attack me! But before I could even begin to appreciate those breasts, pale wonders still lined with wet hair strands, Anja was bending down and stepping out of her panties. A Shy Girl, a Voyeur, and a Tease Flawless. The word... This time it was: flawless. Shaved, probably waxed or even laser-removed. The oh-so-smooth skin of her large lips seemed barely rougher than that of her belly! Between those lips peaked out two thin inner lips, delicate and smooth as well. A perfect curve of silky white skin that curved down between her legs to disappear somewhere... somewhere I shouldn't let my thoughts go right now. I looked back up and saw her looking back at me, her expression still flat. My erection, on the other hand, was not. "There you go. That's exciting to you?" She asked. She was standing there relaxed, at ease, with no smile. I stood up, totally uncomfortable. "Uh, well, well yes..." Hesitant. That would have been the word for me right now. "Wow! I can't believe you North Americans! Just seeing a girl naked turns you on... And, " she said, looking down at my crotch, "more than a little apparently. Now. Do you believe I'm about to jump at you and try to make love to you?" "No. Not at all." Uncomfortable too. Another good word. "Ok then. Look at me." I did. She was gorgeous, a raven-haired dream come true. Perfect in every which way. She even turned around to let me see her round ass, handfuls of flesh I desperately wanted to touch, feel, massage, kiss, lick, bite... But as she sighed while turned around, as if she was bored and waited for me to finish, I began understanding what she meant. Boy was I in for a surprise! "Ok then," she said, turning back towards me, "what if I do this?" In a fraction of a second her attitude changed from night to day. Her eyes thinned just a bit, her smiled reappeared and her head tilted slightly downward so that she looked at me as if from below. She slightly shifted her feet and pulled her shoulders back. All in all everything she did was very subtle but the effect was dramatic. Although I had not seen anything new my eyes opened wide. When she saw that her smile deepened, her teeth and tongue suddenly visible. She prused her lips. Damn! Down below, my erection was threatening to rip through my boxers while trying to extend downwards. "And I haven't even begun talking... Like telling you that I really like your thick shoulders and especially your large hands. They look like capable hands, someone could feel at ease in those hands. Or I haven't told you yet just how long it's been since my last fuck. Since the last time I felt a long hard and thick cock inside me. Do you want to know? Know how long it's been?" Before I could answer she looked down at my cock, which should be quite apparent by now, and I simply couldn't find the nerve or the energy to reply. Everything I had seemed to have pooled between my legs. "I know you must love your girlfriend very much, but how long has it been since *you* nestled yourself between another woman's smooth legs? Since you last felt your thick cock opening and then slipping between pussy lips? Since you last fondled breasts like mine? Big and firm, taut with longing... God do they need to be touched by someone else than me..." And by then I knew that it was too much for me... When I closed my eyes I knew I was doomed: I couldn't resist her and we were going to have sex right now despite Lisa. But then I heard her laughing. Opening my eyes in shock, she looked back at me, slowly slipping her panties up again. "Hey! Don't get any ideas now... But do you understand what I meant?" As she spoke she bent forward to snap her bra back on and her breasts seemed to overflow towards me again. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Before I knew it she was out of the room. I sat down on the bed and sighed deeply. What was going on with me? Why had I forgotten that this was nothing but a game? She got right under my skin and — and now she was back into my room, dressed in a simple tee-shirt and jeans. "We're not done yet." She said as I was getting back up. "Now that you don't see much of my skin other than my forearms, let's try something else." Once more her posture shifted slightly and after she whipped her hair back from her face, she looked at me with those eyes again and I knew I trapped. "Let me tell you a secret." She said in a low voice. "One of the reasons I picked Canada is that I have this little fantasy... You see, I really want to fuck someone while—" "Ok that's enough. I think I get your point." I said, smiling uneasily. "Do you? Sure? Want me to keep going?" This time I stopped smiling and looked at her. She was grinning, nearly laughing, and she winked at me. And then she leaned forward and gave me a quick hug. "Please forgive me if I went too far, but you needed to be taught a lesson!" She turned around, ready to leave the room. But she paused just before, "If you're not a spiteful person, there are quite a few more things I could teach you..." Another wink later she had disappeared. I sat back down on the bed and let out another sigh. Those three months are going to be weirder than I had thought. If that girl was going to be like this for— and again she popped back into the room. I jumped up again and she smiled at me. "What about the essential oils?" "Oh! Right here. Take whichever you need. But you better wait a while before taking a bath to make sure that there's enough hot water. " "Ok, thanks." Another smile and she had left. Hmm, better wait a while for the hot water indeed. And for me to install the camera! But as I was installing it fifteen minutes later, with the door carefully locked, I realized that it didn't feel quite as exciting. Maybe I had learned a lesson. Maybe not. Who knew? Perhaps I was just in shock after seeing such a beautiful girl completely naked and apparently wanton right in front of me... It could happen. Half an hour after her bath, while I could hear her working out in her room, I shut myself up in the little room where my computer was. Saved and compressed the movie (not much, mind you!) and sat back while I waited. All of a sudden the screen gently faded to black and the movie began. Well, I didn't discoverer anything shocking while looking at it, except that her lesson wasn't all that absolute. She was right in that her attitude, moves and talk had made her a lot more sexy and desirable, but as my cock was bearing witness, watching her naked while bathing was more than enough for me. Anyway I saved the file and knew that I was going to come back to it later. A few days later we found ourselves in the same situation: Lisa was gone to school and Anja was back from morning classes. With a towel wrapped around herself she walked out of her room and winked at me. Damn! That girl was a tease! Forget about simply, passively teaching me a lesson. She was playing me like a musical instrument! Twenty minutes afterward (and twenty minutes of film I'd be looking at later) she got out of the bathroom, you may have guessed, completely naked and still wet all over. "Well, since you learned your lesson I don't think I have to worry about giving you the wrong impression..." "Indeed." I followed boldly into her room. She didn't seem to mind at all, but I could be wrong. "But I've thought about what you said and something's missing." "And what would that be?" While she was talking she was combing her long hair, and every damn swing of the brush was making her left breast jiggle. And I'm sure the tease knew about it! "Let's say you're right and the German don't get all excited while seeing girls simply naked. Well I think they're missing out on something because I don't need for the girl to do anything to get me excited... Isn't that something good?" "Perhaps, yes. But... " Now she was tying her hair up in a ponytail. Both her arms where raised, making her breasts stand out like mountain islands in the middle of an ocean. Heavy, dense islands of womanly flesh, thick and full and thrusting forward like there's not tomorrow. Still wet, her nipples still stiff, they were now positively dancing around following the movements of her arms. As if with a will of its own, my cock was beginning to follow them into their dance. But Anja was still talking: "But you're confusing two things here: simple arousal from nudity and enjoying nudity for the beauty it offers. Wouldn't you like us to be naked all day long? Just so that we could appreciate and enjoy each other's beauty and nakedness? Look Will. " Anja paused, looked at me. "Lisa's not coming back from school until 6 tonight: she has a meeting she just can't miss. Why don't I don't get dressed and you loose your clothes? And anyway, " she smiled, "it's not like those jeans are doing anything to hide your erection!" My heart missed a beat I think. "I'm not sure this is a good idea..." "Because of Lisa or because of the idea itself?" "Mostly for Lisa, yeah... Hell, I shouldn't even be here while you're naked." "And why not? Have we done anything wrong?" She talked as if she really didn't mind being naked in front of me. This would be more than enough to provoke a fight between me and Lisa. While I was thinking about, conferring with my cock and all, I realize that she was excited herself. Easier for a girl to hide it, but subtle signs were beginning to appear. We were winding ourselves into a deeper sexual tension every time we spoke! And I had no idea how this tension was going to be released. I was about to reply, but Anja took the decision for me. "Oh and by the way, Lisa wants me to give you massage lessons too." "So?" "Well, you got to be naked for that silly!" I knew that Anja was giving such lessons to Lisa already, but I had no idea that the girls were completely naked? A towel, panties, a bra or tank top for Anja... Apparently not. Seeing my hesitation, she asked: "What? Is this erotic to you as well? Damn you Canadians are weird!" She laughed again, obviously shocked. I didn't reply to her question. "You mean to tell me that Lisa asked you to give me massage lessons even if it implied that we'd be naked together, touching each other?" "Well, " she paused, her eyes suddenly lowered, "she did ask me to be dressed and to cover your ass with a towel... But since she's not going to be here, what's the problem? What's the worst that could happen: that she arrives sooner than expected? Ok then, I'll keep a robe and a towel nearby. Satisfied?" I couldn't think of a reason not to accept. Neither did my cock. Anja was standing about two feet away from me, pure, with a long water-dripping ponytail. I nodded and she smiled. "Perfect! I need to make a call to my folks before it gets too late for them, but I'll be back in twenty minutes or so. Good?" "Yeah." Twenty minutes was more than enough time to set up my camera! There was three spots I had already found and tested in Anja's room. If something happened I wanted to be sure to record it. But while I was finishing up, carefully listening to Anja's voice on the phone to make sure she was far away, I realized that she was going to be covering me with oil, that we were going to me completely naked and that she as going to touch nearly every inch of my skin. Something felt quite wrong about this picture. Something also felt quite good, of course, but still. It seemed that Anja always managed to put me in risky situations. She may be right about Germany's strange customs, but the last part of the discussions two days ago was clearly sexual, fake or not. I can't believe she didn't react while acting up. And now we were going to oil and feel each other up, naked. This wasn't just some Canadian erotic image: it was certainly erotic in most countries, including Germany. Was Anja really trying to teach me something, or was she simply fooling around with me? About a week from arriving here and she managed to organize a situation where we were going to be a hair's breadth away from sex. Different customs, or a simple tease? Who knew? My cock was pulsating, as if trying to tell me something. In any case things were going to get interesting: I heard Anja hanging up and walking back towards her room. "Ready?" I asked. "Sure, but what are you still doing dressed?" I didn't reply, but simply removed all my clothes. Before removing my boxers, who were hiding nothing but the color of my eight inches, I went to the front door and locked it. When I returned, Anja took charge. "Ok. Here's the towel and robe if ever Lisa decides to miss the single most important meeting of the year. Now take those off and lie down on your back." I did. But wait: was that embarrassment, or even arousal, in Anja's eyes? She did look at my cock for a brief moment... And was that the same red sheen I had seen on her chest two days ago? Hmm, was her aloof facade breaking down? My earlier intuition seemed right: I was not the only one with a hard-on. Well, I was, but in a manner of speaking... Oh well, you understand! And what if I tried to shake that cool facade a little bit more? Let's see... She began by kneeling down beside me, and pouring warm oil over my chest. Then, without loosing a single second, she began teasing me with her breasts. While she was massaging the oil from my belly to my neck and shoulders, her breasts kept slipping between her arms. As she kept those arms close together while moving them up and down over my chest, her breasts kept popping in and out, bouncing and wiggling every time. It was too obvious and there's no way Anja wasn't aware of it. Faced with such impudence, I merely did what first came to mind: I stared. A few strokes later she commented on it, smiling: "Aren't you ashamed Will!" I didn't reply but merely looked away. But I was not ashamed nor embarrassed. She was playing a game I was quickly learning to enjoy: I could have confronted her, but that would have been like calling someone's bluff too soon at poker. You win more if you wait. So let's wait and enjoy. Didn't take long. Soon her forearms were *accidentally* hitting my cock (which was still hard, by the way). And when she moved down to my legs, she allowed herself a few grazes on my balls. All this time she was talking, telling what to do and what not to do, where to apply deep pressure and where to simply do something she called "effleurage". After the legs she moved away from my sight, behind my head. Up to this point the massage itself had felt really good, but when she began massaging my neck and the back of my head, I closed my eyes in ecstasy: she was really good with those hands. Slowly she moved down to my shoulders, upper arms and then she worked on my chest from this other angle. And that is when it hit me: judging from the sound of her voice, she was above me. My eyes flew open, to be greeted to the sight of Anja's breasts from below. Oh. My. God. They were hanging freely just above my face, mere inches away, and they were magnificent. My cock twitched involuntarily, but Anja didn't miss a beat. She kept on talking as if nothing had happened. But the way she was bent over me, she was in first row to see it twitch. And when eight inches twitch in front of your eyes, you see it. Just like when two large C cup breasts were hanging just above your face. Remembering my decision, I opened my mouth and softly blew warm air on her breasts. That did it: instant goosebumbs and a slight pause in her talking. So I kept doing it, and Anja stayed on my chest for what was obviously way too long. Suddenly she moved back and asked me to turn on my belly. She moved sideways a bit while I turned and I was faced with a split-second decision: do I turn my head away or towards her? Towards. To be greeted, this time, with an even more intimate vision: Anja was sitting with her ass on her feet with her knees apart. At the end of this channel was her pussy, still flawlessly bald, completely exposed to my gaze. And while I had seen it when we were both standing up, this was proving a lot more interesting. Her large lips were just as creamy white as I remembered and her inner lips subtly peeking out. They were smooth as well, whereas Lisa's were bigger and slightly wrinkled as if she had too much of them. Then two things surprised me: the lower part of those smooth lips I couldn't see while standing up were not so smooth but wrinkled a bit too. And the fact that they stood out more told me that this was the place I had to open to fuck her. And the other surprise was that Anja was evidently wet: those small lips were gleaming! Confirmation! She was just as excited as I was. If we keep this up much longer we're going to explode over each other! When she sensed my staring, she said once more: "Will, don't you think that it's a—" but I interrupted her. "Unless you move I'm not going to look anywhere else Anja." I liked this teasing game, but I was not going to play the fool forever. Then she moved away, to my other shoulder, and resumed massaging my neck, head, shoulders arms and right side of my back. But instead of moving lower she positioned herself at the exact opposite angle as she had been: when I turned my head around, I still could see her pussy unmistakably exposed. "Ok then Will. As long as you can answer my questions... How's your sex life with Lisa going?" "What?" "Well, I've known Lisa for a long while and before we even considered doing this exchange she did talk to me about you two. I was an outsider, someone that you'd never meet... But I'm here now and I can probably help you." "What do you mean, help me?" "I know that Lisa's a shy girl, even though she loves having sex with you. But did *you* know that she was troubled by her own fears? That she felt sad about not being able to give you what you want?" I was speechless. I was still staring at her pussy, but I was definitely speechless. And then she squeezed her pussy and asked: "Are you listening to me or are you just watching her?" "Her?" "Yes, don't you think it's feminine?" And the she laughed, glad to be in control of the situation again. "Well yes, but—" "Of yeah, I had forgotten about that... It's hard for me to use *it* constantly... In German we have masculine, feminine and neutral pronouns. Anyway, I think that in this case *she* is more appropriate! But what do you think about what I told you?" "I'm not sure I'm ready to believe you..." "I know, you've been having a hard time trusting me since the day I came in..." Another laughter. Another rich, deep-throated laughter she certainly knew was erotic. "That's not what I meant. If Lisa's really feeling saddened about that, why doesn't she change?" "It's hard to go against what you were thought as a child... For example, what do *you* think about anal sex?" "Well..." I paused, not knowing what she wanted to prove. "Oh!" she stammered, caught off guard. "You thought I wouldn't like it? That you could compare it with Lisa's qualms?" "Yes. Most people are disgusted by anal sex." "I'm certainly not Anja. What, do you mean that you are?" "No, not much... I mean..." Once again she stopped, hesitating. "Have you ever done it?" A slight pause on her part, a breath she tried and failed to keep completely silent. "A few times, yes." "You liked?" I was pushing it, but now it was my turn! But when she didn't reply, I knew I had hit a nerve. "That's an interesting response Anja... Now it's either one of two things: you didn't like it at all or you really, really enjoyed it." She didn't answer. Looking up I could see that she didn't know how to react now. Instead she got up on her knees and said that it was her turn. When I got up I saw that her head was down and that she quickly lied down on her belly. "Aren't we supposed to start with the front?" "No, it varies." Yeah right. She was suddenly all shy and didn't know what to do about it. So I decided to give her a little time to think about it and began massaging her. Even if all I had was her back this was a delight: warm, smooth skin all over, no blemishes, zits or stretch marks... An ass that begged to be kissed and touched.... At least I could touch it now and I did so shamelessly. Not to overtly sexual, but after spending some time on her back or legs, I kept moving towards her ass to get a feel. Wow: a great ass, firm and strong, full and round, opened to my hands. A Shy Girl, a Voyeur, and a Tease But soon I tested Anja's limits, as she had tested mine. Opening my hands completely across her ass, I hooked my thumbs against the line between her buttocks and legs, and pulled outwards. Like two flowers, her pussy and asshole bloomed just under my eyes. I quickly moved up to her back, down to her legs and even feet, which she seemed to enjoy quite a bit. There, squeezing her toes, I asked again: "So, Anja, what's your answer? Don't tell me you're shy?" A long pause, interlaced with soft moans as she enjoyed my feet massage, then a simple answer: "It's my most intense fetish." Silence. A deep silence. In the throb of her voice I heard the last confirmation I needed: not only was she hot and excited, but she was doing everything she could not to abandon herself and fuck me. What was holding her back? Lisa? I didn't think so. What was holding *me* back? Lisa? I didn't think so. From my perspective I was looking up to a gorgeous naked girl of 19, flawless skin, raven hair, with legs and an ass to die for. Between the cheeks of that ass was a wet pussy and a silent asshole. An asshole that exceptionally liked to be fucked. My cock was still hard beyond all redemption and it was already half covered with oil from the 19-year-old-girl-with-an-anal-sex-fetish's *accidental* brushes earlier. Still down massaging her feet, I asked, softly: "Can this oil be used as a—" "Yes." A simple, quick, breathless *yes*. Things couldn't get more tense... the explosion was going to me tremendous! Slowly I moved up, not quite believing what was happening. I reached for the oil bottle and lathered my cock generously. She was already breathing fast when I replaced the bottle. Right now I was straddling her calves, looking down at the asshole that was going to welcome me. I was cheating on my girlfriend and I didn't mind at all. There I was, seconds away from a first anal penetration in more than 2 years. I bent forward, opened her cheeks apart once more and gently licked her asshole. Anja shivered. Goosebumbs all over her ass and thighs. I pulled back a little to look at it. It was wonderful: barely wrinkled, the skin around it just a shade darker than the skin of her silky ass and it had that slight rosebud effect as the rim was raised just a bit. I licked it again and soon began reaming it with all the skill I had developed with one of my wilder girlfriends. My hands were still busy squashing and opening her ass lewdly and as I gradually pushed one of my fingers closer to her hole, I felt Anja raise her ass even more against me. Since she was all oiled up I couldn't feast on her asscheeks as much as I would have liked, but I still pulled my tongue away when my finger closed in. When I traced the rim of her ass with my fingertip she groaned, and when I pushed in she took a sharp intake of breath then groaned louder. My first and second knuckles slipped in easily. She hadn't lied: this was something she really enjoyed often. Soon my index finger was in all the way. A second one joined in, stretching her ass painlessly. But my cock was thicker than most, so I knew I better work it open slowly. Yet, unable to resist I wanted to drive my tongue back in there. I pulled my fingers out and was pleased to find them perfectly clean: like this previous girlfriend of mine, she took great care to keep her asshole clean. This time when I placed my tongue against her anus I felt her relaxing its muscles. After a hard push I felt its tip penetrating her, completing the ream job. I fucked her ass with my tongue until it lost all strength, then sat back up. Two fingers went inside, then three. Easily. I fucked her this way for a while, enjoying her moans and trying to figure out what speeds she liked most. But it didn't take long before my twitching cock became too jealous of my fingers. When I pulled them out and mauled her asscheeks again, I marveled: this girl was a pro! My fingers were clean and I could not believe that she had foreseen that we'd have anal sex today! I slipped myself upwards on her oiled thighs until the head of my cock bobbled just above Anja's incredible ass. Gently I pushed it down until my warm meat touched her even warmer body. I pressed the head between her fleshy buttocks and pushed until it rested against her lubed and stretched hole. All it took to pop it in was a change in angle as I raised myself slightly and pushed down. I was swallowed smoothly, the crown of my cock neatly nestled just inside her sphincter muscles. Sphincter muscles that suddenly began to pulse around me. The feelings were overwhelming: I was in the hands, or in the asshole, of a master. She began to rotate her hips from side to side, then raising one cheek before alternating, angling her pelvis forward then outward... She had the head of my cock inside her ass and she was treating it like the most beloved of visitor, like royalty. When she began pushing back against me I got the message and bent forward. I placed my hands on each sides of her breasts, on the futon, then began pushing in. At first with nothing but a shift of my own pelvis, an simple hips thrust. We were both moaning at this point. I was slipping into the warmest, most wonderful asshole I'd ever visited, it was pulsating with welcome, tight with passion. I could feel the nooks, crannies and crevices of her rectum all around me, grinding more sensations than I had ever thought possible before. Then I raised myself higher with my arms and felt my inner thighs slipping up on hers. The results was simple: I was driving inch after inside her pussy and never once did I feel any unyielding resistance. Instead it was nothing but a series of small resistances that slid like erotic rings across the head than the shaft of my cock. And then there were the contractions, the pulsating contractions that added even more pleasure to the whole penetration. I suddenly felt her buttocks caressing my belly and I couldn't believe it: the two girls who had taken my cock in their asses had never been able to let me go all the way. But Anja seemed thrilled to find me bottoming out on her, to feel my belly and upper thighs squashing her ass under my weight. Then I believe I surprised her. I let my body down against hers, all oiled up slipperiness, and slipped my hands under than around her shoulders. Firmly anchored I pulled myself up, driving as much of my cock deeper into her. Her mouth opened in a slow intake of breath, then a loud moan of pain, pleasure, and surprise. My cock was made for her asshole. Soon she was driving her ass upwards against me while I met her pushes with downward motions. the pressure against the tip of my cock was incredible, incredibly wonderful. Longer penetrations replaced those first deep hugs. Our rhythm increased until we were fucking like crazy. I was still lying against her back, holding her shoulders but right now my legs and hips were doing the real work. The penetrations were slick, well oiled and perfectly synchronized. I pushed myself up on my arms and was surprised to see her following me, then raising herself on all fours. This position is more painful, usually, but she didn't seem to care. With my hands on her hips I was driving myself at her as hard as if I were in her pussy. Slam, slam, slam... I was sodomizing her for all I was worth. When she bent down and placed her head on the futon, her ass seemed to come alive. I raised one of my legs and stood on one knee and one feet as I kept pounding her. Oil and sweat was running in droplets from my face to her ass. Suddenly one backward pull went too far and I popped out of her ass. As I was aiming my cock with a hand I saw the distended pussy just below: it was wonderfully inviting. But I'll be saving that for later. "God I want your pussy girl!" "Go ahead, I'm wet enough for two cocks at the same time right now..." "But I thought that it wasn't healthy to shift from ass to pussy?" "You're right, but I'm prepared. Please fuck her..." It was weird to hear her say "her" again, but quickly forgotten when I saw her lips opening and welcoming my invading cock. As I began fucking her once more, I was mesmerized by the sight of her gaping ass just above my cock, and of that lovely ass which was as wonderful inside as outside. After a few minutes of this hearth-thumping ride I pulled out again and slipped right back inside her asshole. This was going to blow my mind to pieces... I could see she had a hand against her clit and after a few of those switches she began cumming. "Keep fucking me as hard as you caaaaaaannnnnnnnnnn!" and then she was screaming away her orgasm. When I pushed myself back into her ass her screamed raised up a notch and she began shaking all over. Breaking through her bubble, I asked: "Where do you want it, girl?" "Oh my God this is good! Ugh! Feel like cumming all over my face and tits whle holding my hair in your fist?" And I had to pull out right there or else I would have cummed instantly. She turned around and half sat, with a hand behind her and the other one on her pussy. Kneeling in front of her I grabbed her hair above her neck and pulled her head back. Her breasts were quivering and she made sure that they were as opened and pushed out as possible. With my other hand I grabbed my cock and aimed the first jet of sperm at her face. Not her mouth, although it was opened and ready, but her cheeks and nose and forehead. I splashed her entire face, then streamed the second jet right in her mouth and let the following aftershocks coat most of her breasts. My heart was going a hundred and twenty miles per hour, I was excited and aroused as never before and Anja was apparently still cumming as her fingers were racing on her clit. Yet as she saw me pulling away she knelt and pulled my cock towards her. Then, wrapping her tits around my shaft she began what was to be one of the greatest titfuckings of my life. When she bent down and grabbed the head of my cock in her mouth I knew I was in for another ride. Overwhelmed and barely believing that I was still hard after a cum so big, I watched, fascinated, while her breasts gave second life to my cock. Suddenly she got up, pulled me up to and, with her face still covered with my cum, asked me to fuck her ass again. She turned around to face the wall, spread her legs apart and pushed her ass outwards. Obediently I walked behind her, slipped my cock against her asshole again and pushed up. And up. And I fucked her with everything I had left. I had one hand on her right hip and the other on her left shoulder, pulling myself up with them all the while pushing up with my legs. Pretty soon she was smashed against the wall as I kept pushing up into her, fucking her like she so clearly loved... Then the spark of a second climax grew in my balls as she was still screaming through hers. Grabbing both her hips now I drove up into her, looking at her ass and at my cock, knowing I was going to shoot sperm deep inside her bowels. And that's exactly what happened. this time our rhythm kept steady although my legs were beginning to give out. Hard slaps, deep penetrations as I was emptying myself inside her. the second orgasm was, as always, less intense but I was so sensitive that my entire body shook with the waves of pleasure I felt. Seconds later I had fallen down on the futon, breathing deeply and not quite believing what had just happened. But, without wasting any time, Anja straddled me, grabbed my slwoly deflating cock and slipped it back inside her pussy this time. "Just don't you move..." And then she began riding me with as much energy as I gave her seconds ago. The sensations were brutal, overwhelming and edging towards pain, but the sight of this German nymph shafting herself once again was impossible to resist. Her breasts were turning into throbbing hearts of pure lust, he green eyes seemed to glow while her hair seemed to spread out behind her like wings of the deepest, most secret of nights. She was making me crazy, somewhere I knew it, but I could feel that she was reaching, questing perhaps, for another, deeper climax. And then it crashed all over her. She stopped moving from one moment to the next and now seemed trapped into an overdose of feeling. My cock, nestled in her pussy, was now crying out in pain as she was squeezing it too hard. But seeing, feeling and hearing her transformed into this living climax was well worth it. She began shivering again, then shaking, and then she fell back against me, enveloping us both with her black hairs. We were both breathing like bellows, as if there was not enough air in the universe to satisfy our needs. But sure enough, the universe was sufficient and slowly were returned to a normal plane of existence. After what felt like half an hour of getting our wits back, understanding that this was now over and that it could happen again, we sat up and cleaned ourselves. And laughed. Laughed a lot in fact. For a first week together, this was a great omen for the three months that were coming! P.S. As those weeks sped by, Anja and I a few more of those incredible, mind-boggling fucks, but we realized that things didn't go as deep as a love between us. Also, neither one of us wanted to move to the other one's country. So we tried our best to hide it from Lisa. It worked. And as a bonus Anja was true to her words and did manage to help us. The first sight I had of Lisa when she returned from her three months in Germany was this: she was naked, on all fours on our bed, looking at me back over her shoulders, her ass in the air, and she said: "Fuck my ass Will."