Illicit Affair Pt 25

Previously.

Damir, Bosnian, and Zahra, Persian, are married, but not to each other. They temporarily live in the studio of Bosnian artist Senad, who is away. Damir teaches Zahra to swim and have anal sex. He uses two dildos. The smaller one, called Amor, is for anal penetration. The larger one, with three internal steel balls, called Bouncer, is for vaginal penetration. He also occasionally uses a soft suede flogger and cotton shibari ropes. Each part in this series describes the events of one or two days of the week. Part 20 describes Friday and Saturday, while part 21 describes Sunday. Karolina is a Polish student, who works for an NGO which is in the same building as Senad's studio. Jill is from New Zealand and works for a large travel agency. She is Zahra and Damir's swimming partner. Sekou and Ibrahim volunteer for the same NGO as Karolina. Adam, Agniezska, Jacek, Grzegorz, and Zuzanna are Polish students from the same college as Karolina. Damir works as a lecturer in the same college, but none of the six Poles are his students.

Illicit Affair - Part 25

On Thursday I could have stayed and worked at home, but I decided to accompany Zahra on her way to kindergarten. When I arrived at the office, I decided to process photos from the previous evening. I locked my door and opened the password-protected archive. First I intended to compose an A4 size PDF file from photos where Zahra was either putting on or taking off her lingerie.

The first page consists of four pictures of Zahra sitting naked in the armchair. On the second page, I pasted pictures of Zahra putting on her first stocking, once white, once black, once blue, and once red. The third page consists of four pictures where Zahra put on her second stocking. The fourth page contains her effort to put on the panties, and the fifth set consists of Zahra's pictures during her putting on a chemise. On the next three pages, I arranged pictures of Zahra being fully clothed and flirting with the camera. The last five pages progressed in the opposite order that the first five, i.e. taking off the chemise, taking off her panties, taking off her left stocking, taking off her right stocking, and finally sitting naked.

In this manner, I composed a 13-page catalogue, containing 52 photos, edited for optimal look. I deleted all pictures, which I took in the first part of our session. I was delighted with my work, so I was in the mood for sexting. I could not do it with Zahra. This is a big no-no taboo because she was encircled by a group of innocent little children. On the other hand, I don't have any concerns about doing it with Jill.

Farhad1177> Good morning, Jill. How are you feeling today?

Kiwi1177> Waiting for tomorrow to come.

Farhad1177> Where are you?

Kiwi1177> I'm alone in my office. I wrote several urgent emails. I'm still waiting for responses to come.

Farhad1177> I'm also alone in my office. Do you have a lot of work to do? I'm editing the pictures I took yesterday evening. I composed a 13-page album for Zahra with 4 photos on each page. Some were naked, others almost naked, and some with clothes on.

Kiwi1177> Do you do this often? Taking photos of her?

Farhad1177> I like taking portraits and female figures, both nude and with clothes. The history of painting is full of ideas on how to portray a female figure.

Kiwi1177> Would you do this also for me? I mean a personal album.

Farhad1177> Depends on what you want. A personal album of Jill can be done. Do you have erotic lingerie? Do you have sets of matching clothes? You can play different "persons", like Jill the corporate employee, Jill the hiker, and Jill the lover.

Kiwi1177> How exactly do you make such albums?

Farhad1177> Suppose there is a set of clothes, that are used for some specific activity, say Jill the hiker. You start naked with a neat pile of clothes. First, you put on panties, then stockings or thighs, socks, hiking trousers, a bra, an undershirt, a shirt, and a sweater. In the second part, you walk towards the entrance put on your shoes, then a hiking jacket, and finally some sort of hat or cap. I walk around the studio, trying to get the best angle, the best height, the best facial expression. I want you to like the way you look. You are a beautiful woman, and the photos should convey this message.

Kiwi1177> So I would have to choose four matching sets of clothes and bring them over?

Farhad1177> Yes. If you want to pose for lingerie photos, you could bring matching sets, preferably four.

Kiwi1177> They should consist of what? I don't have a really sexy lingerie.

Farhad1177> A lot of underclothes that are labeled erotic are downright ugly and tasteless, that no serious man will put on his lover. The minimalist set, like the one Zahra has, consists of stockings, panties, and chemise. If you want to be more extravagant, you can buy a corset, a bra and garters.

Kiwi1177> I would like to have some erotic underwear. Can you find some trustworthy site, where I can buy it?

Farhad1177> I know two companies from the former Yugoslavia, which produce those items. Zahra has four different sets, white, black, blue, and red.

Kiwi1177> Can I see the album you made for Zahra?

Farhad1177> You may but I will never disclose its password to you, nor will I send you a copy via email. I will open the file for you and Zahra when we are alone.

Kiwi1177> Fair enough. This also holds for my album.

Farhad1177> Of course. You will get one copy of the final product, protected by a password of your choice, which you will never disclose to me. All other files will be deleted.

Kiwi1177> Can you send me a link to those pages selling lingerie? I hope they have an English version of the page.

Farhad1177> Yes they do. One is www.*****.com, while the other is www.*******.com.

Kiwi1177> I will order some with rapid delivery. I will wear one of the sets on Sunday. We can have either a black and white day or a blue and red day.

Farhad1177> I support the idea of having two sets of different colours. When you are in black and white, I will have a red T-shirt and blue underpants. When you will be in red and blue, I will be in black and white. If you want to pose as my model, you are welcome on any given Sunday.

Kiwi1177> Sorry Damir, I have some work to do. My boss wants to speak about it, so I must go now. I will write to you later.

I barely started to preview the photos from the second part of clothing, when I heard the sound of the familiar boots. A few seconds later Karolina knocked on my door. I closed the photo editor and walked to the door. I unlocked them, much to her surprise. She walked in and closed the door behind her. She stepped closer and kissed me on the mouth. I kissed her back and hugged her.

- What's the meaning of a locked door while you are inside? Are you hiding from someone? From me?

- Yes and no. I'm hiding from everyone, except you. I'm editing rather explicit pictures, a homemade lingerie catalogue, and I don't want other people to see it.

- The model is Zahra?

- Yes, of course. We went to the swimming pool. When we returned from the practice, we improvised a photo session. She moves around, puts a piece on, or takes one off, all very slowly, so that I could take a lot of photos and then pick up the best. The selected ones are then arranged on their correct timeline position, while the remaining pictures are deleted forever. The album is protected by a password, which will eventually be changed by Zahra, so she would be the only person who can open the file and perhaps even show someone.

- Can I see it?

- Yes, but only once.

I walked back to my laptop and opened the PDF file, which was containing the album. Karolina sat on my chair and slowly scrolled down.

- Lucky girl.

- Zahra?

-

Yes, of course. She looks beautiful in those pictures. Where did you buy her outfits? They are really elegant and classy. Perhaps not really for me, I'm more tomboyish than feminine, Could you do something like that for me? Not in lingerie, but in my marching clothes, now enhanced by a red beret. You could start with me naked, then take photos of me putting on socks, trousers, bra, T-shirt, army shirt, army boots, and army jacket. The last page should show me walking from here with my banner and finally me with a megaphone in the heat of the action.

- If you want, it will be done. Some further wishes?

- Fuck me on the desk.

- I could consider this a possibility, but neither of us is clean, which is a big no-no for Bosnians and Persians. As I like to say, no washing no fucking.

- Can we at least play with words, as in sexting?

- Do you like the idea of sexting?

- Only with you or Zahra, not with some random stranger.

For a moment I thought if I should withhold an important piece of information. I decided against living with a lie, so I told Karolina about Jill.

- I will open a secret email in your name. I will call it Antifa1177. The year 1177 is a year when a famous Persian poem was published. The idea comes from Zahra. I'm Farhad1177 and Zahra is Shirin1177. There exists another woman, who swims with us. She is a New Zealander and almost as tall as you are. Tall and slim. Probably you two will meet someday soon. Her name on the Internet is Kiwi1177. We are now entangled in a sort of love quadrangle..... Okay, the account is ready. I will now look away, while you choose the password for your new account.

- ..... I'm done.

- Are you sure, you will not forget it?

- I'm sure, Dr. Omerbegović.

- So we are now able to talk about sex in a way that is completely separated from our work or personal accounts. We must never send an email from the 1177 group to any outsider. This is our safe space of polyamory.

Karolina sat on an armchair which was meant for visitors. It was easy to deduce, that the situation is making her lustful.

- Can we talk about sex right now?

- Of course, if you want to.

- Tell me what would you do to me, if by some miracle we were washed, here and now. Tell me in detail. In graphic details.

- I would clean up my desk and cover it with an armaflex. First I would tell you that you are beautiful. I would step towards you and kiss you. I would take off your jacket and put it on the hanger. I would motion you to sit on my desk. I would ask you to unbutton and unzip your pants. I would look at you while you would slowly pull down your trousers to your ankles.

Karolina stepped to the door. No sound was heard from the corridor, so she locked the door again. She stepped towards the armchair and unbuttoned her pants. She let her pants drop to her ankles.

- I would instruct you to take off your black panties. Now I would gently push you on your toward the desk and help you to lift your legs towards your upper body. I would start to kiss your belly and inner thighs to let your imagination run wildly. After some time I would gently touch your pussy with the tips of my fingers. You would already be wet and I could feel it. I would let you drown in your lust while I stepped towards the laptop and found Dance me by Leonard Cohen.

When I said that, I stepped to my desk and opened the media player. The song was at the top of the playlist, so I found it immediately.

- My idea is that my tongue should dance your clitoris till you reach a leg-shattering orgasm. Before that, I would gently trail the tip of my tongue around your pussy lips and around your clit in figure 8. After a minute or so, I would dip the tip inside your overflowing love tunnel.

Karolina closed her eyes and started to masturbate. Luckily for me, unlike Zahra, Karolina was able to fully control her sounds by biting her left hand. I continued with my description while she rubbed herself with an increasing speed.

- Then I would slide my middle finger inside your honey pot. The finger would become wet and I would smear it around your rosebud. In my slang rosebud means asshole. I would spit several times on your rosebud and then proceed to finger you. I would squeeze my three middle fingers and put them inside you for a couple of inches only. After that, I would put the tip of my pinky on your rosebud and slowly insert its full length in your receptive ass. Finally, I would put my mouth directly around your clit and start to suck it gently. After some time...

Karolina groaned a little but not loudly, so her sound blended with the sound of a violin. I never got to tell her what I would do after some time, but it didn't matter. The indisputable fact was that Karolina, the Antifa warrior, came to my office at noon, locked the door, and persuaded me to help her with masturbation. Her usual demeanor was gone and she again seemed a shameful teenager.

- Are you mad at me? I was a bad girl, wasn't I?

- Of course not. I'm not mad, but touched. You cannot yet fully escape religious fanaticism which tells you that sex is a sin. You are a 100% normal democratic socialist girl. You love a couple of your comrades enough to experiment with sexuality.

- This was my first sex in England. Well, sort of sex anyhow.

- I'm almost sure this was the first sex, this office witnessed in more than a century.

She picked up her panties and put them back where they belonged, then pulled up her pants.

- Don't worry, I will let you learn slowly.

- Were you serious about sliding your little finger in my butt?

- Yes and no. Women like that. It is just how our bodies respond to various possible stimulations. If you are stimulated at three points at the same time, you will surely reach an orgasm. Your body, your decision. If you find the idea repulsive, we will omit that detail in reality. It's all about cleaning yourself thoroughly.

- I don't find it repulsive. It's just that I never tried something like that before.

- Masturbating in a teacher's office is kinky and free-spirited. You can surely go all the way to the Realm of good sex.

- Thanks for not throwing me out. We were doing something our management would strongly disapprove of, so I will keep this a secret even from Zuzanna, let alone tell about it to the rest of the crowd.

- We are both adults engaging in consensual sex, so the management shouldn't have a right to any administrative sanction, at least in theory. Well, let it be. The cafeteria is waiting.

- I told Jacek and Grzegorz to wait for us there. You do remember the Senad's web pages, right?

- Sure. Let's go.

I listened at the door until there was no sign of possible witnesses and unlocked the door. We stepped out and started walking at the normal pace. For an experienced man, it was obvious that Karolina had had a really good time recently, but the people we met were far too occupied with their problems to ask themselves what happened to the Polish girl with a mysterious smile on her face.

When we came to the cafeteria Karolina's slight blush could be easily attributed to cold weather outside. We spotted Jacek and Grzegorz at a table in one of the corners and walked straight to them.

- Hello.

- Hello boys. Did Karolina explain my proposition?

- Yes. You have a friend, who lives in London, who is not Polish and wants web pages to be in English. There is a small problem. We are not good enough in English to design English web pages.

- If you are willing to share a bit of money, you can make a long-term partnership with Zahra. She came here when she was 7, so she is practically a native speaker. She can correct all the pages for you. It could be the start of a new venture. You can do the same job you do for Polish citizens and Zahra proofreads your work. The market is enormous. The UK, the USA, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, Singapore, half of Africa, you name it.

- Okay, so how do we get in touch?

- Write me your email address on that bill in front of you. I will call Senad and tell him to get in touch with you.

- Deal.

The waitress came and I ordered four more cappuccinos. None of the boys suspected anything, or they were perhaps superb players. I wanted to change the topic from Karolina and myself.

- So Saturday is your big day. I hope you will impress that French lassie.

- Are you nervous?

- A little yes. I'm not sure how to start a conversation.

- I hope you know something about the French culture. About French cinema and its famous New Wave, French chanson, Edith Piaf, Charles Aznavour, Mirelle Mathieu, and so on and so on. Open the youtube and search for Godard. Do not try to pretend that you know more than you need. If she asked you about Poland, you just tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Let her tell you about France, but show that you are interested. Ask, if she can recommend movies you should watch and write their data in your notebook. Holy Marx and Engels, we about forgot about Kieslowski. Three colours and Veronique are precisely what you need, i.e. Poland meets France. The perfect beginning for your conversation, isn't it?

All three of them looked at me like I was preaching a gospel. Young people are so lost outside of their web lives.

- You can also start talking about which public intellectuals she supports and why. What's her opinion about Macron, Le Pen and Melenchon? How about Žižek versus Peterson? What does she think about Pikkety, Naomi Klein, and Varufakis. Go political, but not 100%. You can also ask her what she thinks about your occasional involvement with pro-peace demonstrators. If you don't have any idea what to talk about, then it's perhaps not meant for you to be a couple. Say goodbye and thank you with grace.

- Dr. Omerbegović, you are surely a teacher of the hearts.

- Thank you for the compliment, Miss Karolina. Okay, boys and a girl. I still have some unfinished work, so I will say good day to you all and see you two on Saturday. Perhaps Jacek will be willing to bring his new love at Monday noon to this exact table. No pressure though. Don't worry, be happy.

- I may.

- You two must agree to treat her with respect like I would. You can start a date with a coffee with our group. Maybe you can ask the other three to join us. Well, now I really have to go. See you soon.

I walked out and directly back to my office. I locked the door and proceeded to edit Zahra's photos from the second part of our photo session. I followed the same principle, one picture for every piece of clothing. At the end, I added four pictures of her checking the looks of beret and coat in the mirror. When I finished it was almost three o'clock, so I left the office with a phone in my hand. I called Senad and told him that Jacek and Grzegorz are willing to design whatever he needs. I told him Jacek's address and encouraged him to contact them as soon as possible.

When Zahra and I ordered our dishes she asked me how was my day. I told her about my wild experience with Karolina in a locked office.

- I hope you will not get yourself in trouble.

- I'm aware of that. It was a one-time event. We will talk about this on Saturday. There is nothing better than a sincere conversation with adults.

- Will you start to meet her in your free time?

- No. I will meet her for coffee only. There is one thing worrying me. I was not even hard during today's "incident".