My name's Ayari, a fresh new face to the world of music production. I'd been working in this business almost all of my life, but somehow, now at the age of 19, I had managed to land myself the role of main producer for an upcoming album by Nelly Furtado. We had already had a couple of jamming sessions here and there, but neither of us had thought up anything particularly special. This, for me, was mainly due to the fact that previously all of our encounters were amongst the watchful eyes of other members, also working on the album. So, me and Nelly had agreed to meet up alone to hopefully get some creative juices flowing. But to be honest with you, creative juices weren't the only juices of Nelly's which were on my mind...
It was a particularly hot and sweaty summers afternoon, cooped up inside my small, yet some how luxurious, recording studio. Nelly sat directly across from me, sat with her back perfectly erect and her legs crossed. Her arms lay across the arm of the brown leather recliner, she looked so sensual sat there, staring at me pluck a few chords on my nylon stringed, Spanish acoustic guitar. She looked so amazingly perfect for her age, and even to a 19 year old girl like myself, she was a sight of which most teenage fantasies would surely revolve around. Her long, dark brown hair was tied loosely in a pig tail, but her hair at the length it was, lay over her shoulder as though she had in fact left it untied. She was slim, tall and pretty flat chested, while me on the other hand was slim, small and curved. In fact, my breasts were sized an ample D cup, looking even larger attached to my small frame.
"I think we've done enough work today," Said Nelly, uncrossing her thin, long legs and leaning forward slightly, allowing me to peer down her grey, v-neck vest top, and see the tops of her olive skinned breasts. "You fancy grabbing a coffee or something?"
I quickly jumped, realising I had been staring at her breasts, then looked up to her face, smiling as she were.
