Farhad1177
> So you are rubbing yourself while texting me?
Kiwi1177
> You bet I am. At this moment, I can think only about your hard cock. I want to watch from close range how this monster of yours stretches Zahra's tight pussy while she wriggles her cute butt on all fours like Red Riding Hood playing the role of wolf's bitch. Better yet, you can make a movie with your underwater camera while you fuck me. Or you can fuck me in front of a mirror.
Farhad1177
> I have an idea concerning mirrors. Now I have three nude models, so I might invest in some things that are missing in the studio. Photographers' studios are similar but not quite the same as the painter and sculptor studios. I know a colleague from the college who wants to get rid of three classical portable oval mirrors, which are quite big. We can use them for sex and photography, as you want. With those mirrors, I can make you watch my penetration into your pussy.
Kiwi1177
> I love the idea of making a home sex video. We could fuck and film, edit the footage, watch it, and delete it. I'm very aroused about the idea of being a voyeur. We only need two more cameras, one for distance shots, one for closeup, and one handheld.
Since we are three, we could film three movies. We would call it The Voyeur Plus, because the third person not only watches how the other two fuck, but also directs and records the sex of the couple in action.
Farhad1177
> This is an excellent idea. I know that we could produce movie clips that would top all kinds of porn tube best-of lists, but I'm not ready to sacrifice my anonymity for success in this endeavor.
Kiwi1177
> I totally agree, but I would like to see the product before we press delete.
Farhad1177
> Sorry Jill, but duty calls me. See you, wash you, kiss you, lick you, suck you, bite you, spank you, fuck you tomorrow. BTW, today we will watch Utu and Once Were Warriors. Over and out.
Kiwi1177
> Bye-bye, king of pussy eaters.
Lina knocked at the door. Zahra was already finished with her breakfast, so Lina and I ate alone, while Zahra cooked three new cups of coffee. Lina was eating with a great appetite, as was I, both with great expectation considering the success of today's march. Zahra poured our coffees and went to prepare our photo equipment. After we finished with breakfast, I took two big bags with our laundry to my car.
When I returned to the Atelier, I met Zuzanna at the stairs.
- Good morning dr. OmerbegoviΔ.
- Good morning Zuzanna. Are you looking for Karolina?
- Yes. Do you know where she is?
- In the studio where we live with Zahra. They are probably talking or washing the dishes. Come with me to the attic.
- The four of us will be together today if I understand correctly.
- It seems that this is Karolina's general idea. Do you have a camera?
- Only a phone but it can make quite decent pictures. I will be sort of a bodyguard for your wife.
- Karolina told me, that you train in martial arts. Kickbox, unless I'm mistaken.
- Yes. Soon it will be 10 years since I started practicing
- I've been a swimmer for more than 20 years.
- Karolina told me that.
We arrived at the door of Senad's studio. I knocked loudly and waited for Zahra to open the door since I hated the idea that Zuzanna could find Lina and Zahra in some intimate positions. Lina did not seem to be eager to explain to Zuzanna that we would soon be more than just her friends, so I would never reveal the secret to Lina's mates.
- Is it time to go, girls?
- Yes. I have to pick a megaphone, and Zuzka will pick a banner. If you have your cameras ready, we can go.
- I'm ready.
- Zahra, did you put my telephoto lens in the bag?
- Yes. I packed you a spare memory card, a spare set of batteries, three lenses, filters, all that I could think of.
- Good. So we are all set to go.
The corridor of our building was buzzing with young and old, men and women, with banners and without, Europeans, Asians, and Africans. A bunch of extreme diversity, with only a common theme that some part of their clothing confesses their belief in the idea of democratic socialism.
When we passed, most of those people greeted Lina, she was obviously a well-known figure. A few people complimented us on our outfit, referring to the three matching berets. Zahra's face and outfit, especially her dimije pants, showed that she was Muslim from West Asia, so a group of five boys addressed her in Farsi. She spoke with them for a good 10 minutes, while Lina, Zuzanna, and I were talking in a mixture of Polish, Czech, and Bosnian. Slowly people started to move towards the starting point of the march We left the building and went with the flow.
The four of us together were an interesting and photogenic mix of colours, clothing styles, and props, so the photographers from serious media, like BBC, The Guardian, and The Independent, took our photo. Lina told me a lot about many regular participants and even introduced me as a new important figure in their movement, which was definitely not quite true, but I would never contradict Lina in front of her acquaintances.
I took a lot of photos, the spirit of camaraderie and nonviolence was prevailing everywhere. The march was over in one hour. We faced some policemen at a close distance, but except for a few insults nothing came out of it. At some point, I saw Adam and Agnieszka, but they were talking to some people I didn't know, so I did not interfere with their conversation.
Ibrahim and Sekou were at the head of the march, among those who carried the biggest banner, so I haven't talked with them.
Zahra and I were for once not holding hands because we kept them busy with our cameras. A decent number of older participants were ready to pose for us and then chat about their lives, Margaret Thatcher, Jeremy Corbyn, and Tariq Ali. In the end, I can say that marching with this colorful crowd of people was a very positive experience for Zahra and me.
After the march was over, we returned back to the Atelier. We left our equipment and went to the car. Lina called the Indian restaurant and ordered three masala dishes, to be delivered to my old address. We took the laundry to the basement and turned on the washing machine. Almost immediately after that, our order was delivered. We ate in the kitchen and cleaned it.
I brought the computer and we all crammed into a 140 cm wide bed in the guest room. Zahra was in the middle, which felt the best. We watched a film called Utu, about a painful part of New Zealand's history. After the movie we put the second round of laundry in the washing machine and went upstairs to watch Once Were Warriors, which turned out to be a contemporary drama about poverty and alcoholism.
By the time we arrived back to the Atelier it was 5 o'clock. Zahra prepared us a kettle of boiling water which we used to make us instant noodles cup. After we cleaned up, we looked at each other questioningly. Are we really going to love each other here and now, or is it too early? I said we could at least take a shower and brush our teeth, and then let go with the flow. If we have concerns of any nature, we can at least spend one nudist evening together.
Girls immediately agree with my reasoning.
- Let's go to the working desk and strip. We can form three piles of clothes on the desk. Let's do it simultaneously. We should first switch off all the lights, except the bathroom one.
I went to the bathroom and turned on the light. Zahra went to the entrance, where the switches are, and turned all of them off. We stepped towards the working table, Zahra in the middle, I on her right side and Lina on her left side. I started with a sweater and they both followed my example. I took off my shirt, and they followed. I took off my undershirt, and they followed.
- Now you unhook the bra, which I don't have.
- Yes, Master OmerbegoviΔ.
I took off my pants, and they followed. I took off my underpants, and they followed. Finally we took off our socks. We were all fully naked. I extended my arms to both of them and we walked into the bathroom. We all stood up in the bathtub and I turned on the shower. Zahra took the bottle of shampoo and squeezed it in our palms. We each washed mostly ourselves. When we were finished, we all went to the sink and shared the same toothpaste. In less than 15 minutes we were fully prepared to improvise our version of an international nude day.
