I came home dazed and happy after a day spent in the studio for a photo shoot. Recently, to pay my rent and college, I decided to pose for a queer lingerie brand. I hadn't asked myself too many questions before starting this project, queer lingerie? I didn't even really know what that meant, but they were looking for people with non-conforming bodies, and after a very short interview they told me I was the person they were looking for and that I would start the next day.
The studio was downtown in Bologna, I arrived after a bike ride in the rain a little late, sweaty, disheveled, and with soaked clothes. I wasn't ready to charm everyone with a grand entrance to bewitch them with my beauty. It was too late now and I would show up like this. As I tie up the bike a boy comes up to me, he is happy, smiling at me. I looked behind me to see who he was heading toward, but I realized it was me, the street behind me is empty and he is pointing straight in my direction.
"Hi, are you Aina?" he says with a big smile slightly hidden by his very shiny black beard.
"Yes, it's me," I say without stopping to look at his lips.
"I'm Matteo, the photographer. We will spend the day together, come in so I can warm you up and give you some dry clothes."
Matteo made me a cup of tea and I felt immediatly at ease around him, he gave instructions to the makeup artist, explaing that there was not much to do, the makeup had to be simple and fresh. A little colored eye shadow the same color as the underwear I would be wearing, but no more then this my face was perfect as it was, he said. My hair made of tight curls inherited from my North African origins were left free to express theirself, loose, puffy and proud.
Matteo sitted next to me, his voice is calm and deep and he explained me that we were going to take some pictures initially focusing only on the panties and then adding to the scenario the stimulators (dildos and vibrators) compatible with the panties, I find out at that moment that queer lingerie is a harness strapon. I thought that maybe I could have asked a few more questions about queer lingerie before we started, but actually this novelty intrigues me and I am happy to start the shoot.
For the next two hours Matteo and I peer at each other through the lens, me on one side and him on the other. He is focused, seeming to pay attention only to the lighting and set design and how to harmonize it all with my curves. We rehearse several times, he asks my permission so he can barely fix my hair, his hands are warm and soft, and grazing my cold cheeks leaves me with a wonderful feeling, from then on I can only think of his hands on my body. When his very black eyes stop on mine they leave my breath in my chest, and only when he looks away from mine do I manage to catch my breath.
For the next two hours Matteo and I peer at each other through the lens of the camera, me on one side and him on the other. He was focused, seeming to pay attention only to the lighting and set design and how to harmonize it all with my body. We rehearse several times, he asks my permission so he can barely fix my hair, his hands are warm and soft, and grazing my cold cheeks leaves me with a wonderful feeling. From now on I can only think of his hands on my body. When his very black eyes stop on mine my breath stays in my chest, and only when he looks away I do manage to breath again.
We continue like this for another hour, I really, I didn't realize how much time passed.
"We're done for today, the material is perfect, you did great!" he said handing me a blanket to warm me up and cover me.
"Thank you..." I'm a little dazed by the feelings and don't know what to say, but I don't want him to go away from me, I want him close.
"Would you like to have a drink together?" The sentence comes out of my mouth without thinking.
"I have to join some friends of mine at a party, it's quiet, would you like to come with me?"
My heart is in too much of a hurry, the request is simple, innocent, yet the beats go so fast. I ask him if he could wait a while I needed to change, he nodded and after a while we went out together.
We walked side by side, he told me that the party is organized by his friend Francesco who has just received his papers corrected with the name of election, he confides in me that he too is waiting for his and is confident that they will arrive shortly. There is pride in his dark black eyes as he says this. I guess the journey has been long and he now sees the light at the end of that bureaucratic tunnel. As we walk I turn to look at him, the more I look at him the more my desire grows, I've never seen such an attractive guy, I see the abyss in those eyes so black and I can't help but think about sinking into it.
When we arrive at the party we drink and chat with his friends, the atmosphere is relaxed, they have known each other almost all for a decade, they moved away to study at the university and then stayed, Bologna is not a city that lets you go so easily. I wonder if it will be the same for me. With my eyes I look around for Matteo's, I have lost sight of him for a while. The common thread that binds us pushes me to look for him in the other rooms of the house, I enter the bedroom and find him there leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette by the window.
"I've been looking for you, do you want company while you smoke?"
"sure, come near me."
We lean close together, holding up the same wall, but still too shy to take the first step. He offers me a cigarette and I gladly accept, it will help me fill space when I find it hard to do so with words, I think.
As we smoke we look at each other, he takes my hand and kisses my palm softly, his soft beard caresses my hand pleasantly, with my fingers I guide his face to mine, his eyes closed as I place my lips softly on his. I feel a jolt go down my spine as our tongues touch, his taste is bitter sweet, and as his tongue wraps around mine with his hand he strokes my hair.
He kissed me again and again, moving from my lips to my neck, to my eyes and back to my lips. He lowers himself slightly, his body is on top of mine, and kisses down my shoulders to my chest. He pauses for a moment, unbuttoning the buttons of my shirt all the way down, opening it completely. His mouth searches for my nipples, through my bra, sucking, and I almost scream at the sensation. He stops, slips a finger into the top edge of my bra and pulls it down to expose my breasts. He slowly licks my nipple, closing his warm mouth over it. I groan instantly.
I had been longing for him all day, and now there he was with his lips on my nipples feeling like I was in a dream.
He lifts his head from my breasts, his lips moist and red, watching my face as his hand presses between my legs.
I close my eyes, but he stops me. "No, keep your eyes open, I want to look at you."
Kneeling on the bed, he moves to my side. His legs are pressed against me, his eyes are fixed on mine, and his hand moves slowly between my legs. I feel the soft pressure of his fingers on my panties and push my hips toward him. He leans down a little, looking away from my face to look down at where he is rubbing me. His hand lifts from me and I feel his fingertips grasp the edge of my pants and move them downward, exposing my vulva.
I hear his labored breathing, his desire, and I reach down to his groin, touch his erection from above his pants. His arousal sends me into confusion, I want to touch him, to feel his clit in my mouth. I unbutton his pants and lean down to his belly, now it is me on top of him, with my tongue I draw circles on his lower belly while with my hands I start to pull his pants down, he helps me, I can hear from his breath that he can't wait for my lips to wrap around his clit, but I am in no hurry and want to enjoy every taste of him, slowly.
My tongue caressed his inner thigh moving slowly to the outermost part of her vulva, I feel his clit throbbing near my cheek.... I can't resist and take him between my lips, kissing him slowly, I get more and more aroused to feel his hot clit on my tongue as he moans and can't resist, he wished I would go faster, I can feel it, we are so aroused we can't think anymore, we are connected in the same moment together as I stroke his clit with my tongue, faster and faster, I close my eyes as I hear him moan inside me.