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It's a story. Read it. My apologies in advance. Even adding explicit spaces won't make the forum software actually indent the paragraphs. :rolleyes
“Merda, it is cold in this house!” Violetta grumbled as she stepped in to Jules’ apartment. She’d met the friendly-looking and attractive musician earlier in the night at his show and struck up a conversation. He seemed to be some years older than her. At eighteen herself, the dancer guessed he was perhaps six years older.
Jules pouted a little bit as he hung his flat cap up. “It’s not that cold!” he responded, sounding a little hurt. “But if you want…” With a smile, he turned on the heat, which would soon make the little apartment very nice on the mid-fall night.
“Ah, va, Giuliano,” she replied with a little smile. “Now, you had promised that I would learn what it is you wish of me once we arrived?”
Jules nodded, smiling wide. “Yep! I want to watch you dance for me, Violetta.”
The request wasn’t unexpected, but it was pleasant. She’d been asked before, but never for such a private show. “I would enjoy doing that as long as you answer me true. Have you any appropriate music?” she asked. Stepping into the middle of his small living room, she twirled on her toes, letting her skirt fly, showing off her long, lean legs.
Jules smiled and watched her for a moment before answering. “Mmhmm! Check out the library!” he told her as he stepped up to a small three-drawer chest that sat in the deep bookcase that made up one entire wall of the living room. Opening the top drawer, he revealed a collection of world music CDs.
Grinning, the young gypsy pulled one of the cases out and nodded. Popping the disc out, she slid it into the player and snapped her fingers on the first beats of a hand-drum. She slid back to the middle of the hardwood floor and launched into a dance with steps so quick it seemed almost frenzied. She threw her arms overhead and spun, flicking her long black hair out and smiling at her host.
Jules smiled back as he covertly slid a small camera out of the bookcase. After turning off the flash, he stepped over to his armchair and sat down to watch the teenager dance. She was a river of motion filled with liquid beauty. Rich violet fabric and smooth olive skin flashed alternately. When she dipped forward, revealing her young cleavage, Jules was ready and he snapped a photo of her.
Violetta had no idea that this performance would be recorded, and therefore had no idea that her host was hiding a camera beneath the small pillow that he leaned upon in his chair. “Is it to your liking, Giuliano?” she asked just before a skip that let her skirt flutter up, nearly baring her tight, teenage butt. It was enough to show that she dressed historically and wore nothing beneath her enticing outfit.
“Yes!” he replied without reservation. “I absolutely love what you can do…” He did leave that hint of an unspoken but at the end, however, and the sharp-minded gypsy girl caught it.
Smirking, she slowed a little as the music began a ritardando and met his gaze with her deep brown eyes. “Is there anything I can do to improve, hm?” she asked. “I am open to critique, my friend!” She turned once more and smirked over her shoulder while kicking up her right leg to show him her soft, smooth foot.
She was so playful and daring, exactly the way Jules had imagined a Romani girl would be that he had to smile. His finger clicked the shutter button and committed a second image of young Violetta to film. “I think the way you move is mesmerizing! But I think I'd really love to see…” he told her with a growing smile. “How you look without that top!”
Hearing him say it made her heart flutter, and the teenager grinned without thinking. “Aaaah, va!” she told him. Still grinning, she rolled her shoulders, letting her purple bolero slip off of them. As a guitar’s high-string began to sing, its player making a fast run up the neck, the dancer shimmied, making her perky young breasts bounce as she reached back and pulled the knot that held the top tight. As it came apart, the entire garment slid off her arms.
The girl’s grin grew wider and she bit her lip as her smooth, tan skin was bared for the handsome musician. The gypsy’s pink nipples stood up, stiff and aroused by what she was doing. “Oooh, Giuliano I do pray you enjoy this!”
He was enjoying it greatly. Smiling wide, he let the shutter fly several more times, catching her breasts, her nervous bitten lip, and the knees-bent dip she performed just after. “I am, Violetta! I promise!”
That made her giggle out loud and she raised her arms overhead, running fingers through her black hair on the way. She knew that Jules could see the goosebumps on her arms and chest as she showed her perfect, round breasts to him, but she hoped that he didn’t notice her shiver. It was a shiver of excitement and she didn’t want him to mistake it for being cold. It felt quite warm enough already!
Jules quite agreed! The gypsy was heating the apartment up quite nicely, and his secret camera clicked twice more, committing the moment to immutable film. Waiting until she’d released her lip, he told her, “And I’d enjoy seeing the rest of you as well!”
The last few moments had calmed Violetta, but hearing Jules’ request excited her once more. She smiled coyly and turned away, swishing her skirt. “No! I do not want to!” she replied to him. “You only wish to stare at me!”
“Well, what if I promise to do more than stare?” he asked in return.
“Then I will gladly bare what you desire!” Violetta responded with a sultry growl. Her sash was removed with a fast yank of her left hand. Her right hand undid the knot on it so quickly as to be nearly undetectable. As the fabric flew through the air, she spun, curling her right leg so that she could throw her skirt over it.
Jules pressed the shutter button twice more, wanting never to forget this moment. He watched, eyes wide as the teen wriggled her hips, slipping her billowing blue skirt over them until it fell to the hardwood, leaving her nude.
“Well, Giuliano,” she began with a devious smirk, settling into a coy pose that kept one hand over her black bush. With the lively dance track fading, she was done, but the moment was not. Her heart raced, both from the dance, and from undressing for this attractive man. She tried not to bite her lip as his eyes slid down her lithe, olive body. “Is this what you wanted?”
He smiled back, as chipper and energetic as he was when they met. He wanted one last picture and he got it. The shutter clicked, and Violetta’s eyebrows raised. While the music was playing, the old camera was inaudible, but now it was impossible to miss.
Her feelings wavered. He’d been photographing her the entire time, intending to look back on her nudity later. Violetta didn’t know if that scared her or aroused her. “Giuliano, you…” she started, then stammered. “You have been photographing me?”
There was no point in hiding it now. Jules took the thirty-some-odd-year-old camera, an all-black thirty-five millimeter model, out from under the thick pillow and showed it to Violetta. “That’s right. I’ve always wanted to have a gypsy dance for me. I was afraid you’d… Well… Run away if I told you I would.”
She chewed her lip and took a step closer, her little anklet jingling at the end of her long, bare leg. “Va. I would have been terrified, but…” She thought for a moment before finishing. “Do I excite you?”
The young man answered with a nod of his head and a huge grin. “Yes, Violetta. You do.” He told her without a hint of doubt. Raising the camera, he pointed it at her and she posed, framing her breasts with one arm under them while keeping her soft, lush bush covered. Jules snapped the last shot on the roll, then put the camera down as he stood up.
“Then you will do more than look at me, hmm?”
“Well, I think the next few hours will prove that to you, zingara.” He took the young dancer in his arms and kissed her lips. Neither of them cared that their exciting embrace was visible through the open window, revealing them to the busy street below.
“Merda, it is cold in this house!” Violetta grumbled as she stepped in to Jules’ apartment. She’d met the friendly-looking and attractive musician earlier in the night at his show and struck up a conversation. He seemed to be some years older than her. At eighteen herself, the dancer guessed he was perhaps six years older.
Jules pouted a little bit as he hung his flat cap up. “It’s not that cold!” he responded, sounding a little hurt. “But if you want…” With a smile, he turned on the heat, which would soon make the little apartment very nice on the mid-fall night.
“Ah, va, Giuliano,” she replied with a little smile. “Now, you had promised that I would learn what it is you wish of me once we arrived?”
Jules nodded, smiling wide. “Yep! I want to watch you dance for me, Violetta.”
The request wasn’t unexpected, but it was pleasant. She’d been asked before, but never for such a private show. “I would enjoy doing that as long as you answer me true. Have you any appropriate music?” she asked. Stepping into the middle of his small living room, she twirled on her toes, letting her skirt fly, showing off her long, lean legs.
Jules smiled and watched her for a moment before answering. “Mmhmm! Check out the library!” he told her as he stepped up to a small three-drawer chest that sat in the deep bookcase that made up one entire wall of the living room. Opening the top drawer, he revealed a collection of world music CDs.
Grinning, the young gypsy pulled one of the cases out and nodded. Popping the disc out, she slid it into the player and snapped her fingers on the first beats of a hand-drum. She slid back to the middle of the hardwood floor and launched into a dance with steps so quick it seemed almost frenzied. She threw her arms overhead and spun, flicking her long black hair out and smiling at her host.
Jules smiled back as he covertly slid a small camera out of the bookcase. After turning off the flash, he stepped over to his armchair and sat down to watch the teenager dance. She was a river of motion filled with liquid beauty. Rich violet fabric and smooth olive skin flashed alternately. When she dipped forward, revealing her young cleavage, Jules was ready and he snapped a photo of her.
Violetta had no idea that this performance would be recorded, and therefore had no idea that her host was hiding a camera beneath the small pillow that he leaned upon in his chair. “Is it to your liking, Giuliano?” she asked just before a skip that let her skirt flutter up, nearly baring her tight, teenage butt. It was enough to show that she dressed historically and wore nothing beneath her enticing outfit.
“Yes!” he replied without reservation. “I absolutely love what you can do…” He did leave that hint of an unspoken but at the end, however, and the sharp-minded gypsy girl caught it.
Smirking, she slowed a little as the music began a ritardando and met his gaze with her deep brown eyes. “Is there anything I can do to improve, hm?” she asked. “I am open to critique, my friend!” She turned once more and smirked over her shoulder while kicking up her right leg to show him her soft, smooth foot.
She was so playful and daring, exactly the way Jules had imagined a Romani girl would be that he had to smile. His finger clicked the shutter button and committed a second image of young Violetta to film. “I think the way you move is mesmerizing! But I think I'd really love to see…” he told her with a growing smile. “How you look without that top!”
Hearing him say it made her heart flutter, and the teenager grinned without thinking. “Aaaah, va!” she told him. Still grinning, she rolled her shoulders, letting her purple bolero slip off of them. As a guitar’s high-string began to sing, its player making a fast run up the neck, the dancer shimmied, making her perky young breasts bounce as she reached back and pulled the knot that held the top tight. As it came apart, the entire garment slid off her arms.
The girl’s grin grew wider and she bit her lip as her smooth, tan skin was bared for the handsome musician. The gypsy’s pink nipples stood up, stiff and aroused by what she was doing. “Oooh, Giuliano I do pray you enjoy this!”
He was enjoying it greatly. Smiling wide, he let the shutter fly several more times, catching her breasts, her nervous bitten lip, and the knees-bent dip she performed just after. “I am, Violetta! I promise!”
That made her giggle out loud and she raised her arms overhead, running fingers through her black hair on the way. She knew that Jules could see the goosebumps on her arms and chest as she showed her perfect, round breasts to him, but she hoped that he didn’t notice her shiver. It was a shiver of excitement and she didn’t want him to mistake it for being cold. It felt quite warm enough already!
Jules quite agreed! The gypsy was heating the apartment up quite nicely, and his secret camera clicked twice more, committing the moment to immutable film. Waiting until she’d released her lip, he told her, “And I’d enjoy seeing the rest of you as well!”
The last few moments had calmed Violetta, but hearing Jules’ request excited her once more. She smiled coyly and turned away, swishing her skirt. “No! I do not want to!” she replied to him. “You only wish to stare at me!”
“Well, what if I promise to do more than stare?” he asked in return.
“Then I will gladly bare what you desire!” Violetta responded with a sultry growl. Her sash was removed with a fast yank of her left hand. Her right hand undid the knot on it so quickly as to be nearly undetectable. As the fabric flew through the air, she spun, curling her right leg so that she could throw her skirt over it.
Jules pressed the shutter button twice more, wanting never to forget this moment. He watched, eyes wide as the teen wriggled her hips, slipping her billowing blue skirt over them until it fell to the hardwood, leaving her nude.
“Well, Giuliano,” she began with a devious smirk, settling into a coy pose that kept one hand over her black bush. With the lively dance track fading, she was done, but the moment was not. Her heart raced, both from the dance, and from undressing for this attractive man. She tried not to bite her lip as his eyes slid down her lithe, olive body. “Is this what you wanted?”
He smiled back, as chipper and energetic as he was when they met. He wanted one last picture and he got it. The shutter clicked, and Violetta’s eyebrows raised. While the music was playing, the old camera was inaudible, but now it was impossible to miss.
Her feelings wavered. He’d been photographing her the entire time, intending to look back on her nudity later. Violetta didn’t know if that scared her or aroused her. “Giuliano, you…” she started, then stammered. “You have been photographing me?”
There was no point in hiding it now. Jules took the thirty-some-odd-year-old camera, an all-black thirty-five millimeter model, out from under the thick pillow and showed it to Violetta. “That’s right. I’ve always wanted to have a gypsy dance for me. I was afraid you’d… Well… Run away if I told you I would.”
She chewed her lip and took a step closer, her little anklet jingling at the end of her long, bare leg. “Va. I would have been terrified, but…” She thought for a moment before finishing. “Do I excite you?”
The young man answered with a nod of his head and a huge grin. “Yes, Violetta. You do.” He told her without a hint of doubt. Raising the camera, he pointed it at her and she posed, framing her breasts with one arm under them while keeping her soft, lush bush covered. Jules snapped the last shot on the roll, then put the camera down as he stood up.
“Then you will do more than look at me, hmm?”
“Well, I think the next few hours will prove that to you, zingara.” He took the young dancer in his arms and kissed her lips. Neither of them cared that their exciting embrace was visible through the open window, revealing them to the busy street below.
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