The piece is to be listed for the
Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024
list. A special thanks to NP for his priceless review. I hope you enjoy it!
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"
Hola, eres nueva?
I haven't seen you around here before."
Tami opened her eyes at those words to find a sun-aged face glaring at her. He was naked. She quickly realized that she was naked as well.
She made a move to cover herself instinctively, trying to further wake up from a naked dream. There was no more waking, it was real. Her entire life was about hiding her body, what she had. And now she was completely naked in a secluded sea-side area in Spain, surrounded by more naked people sunbathing. What was she doing? Ashley, her friend, was not around, but instead a completely naked man was. He had only an expensive camera hanging from his neck.
"If you are looking for your friend," the man with the dangling equipment said, "she is swimming over there."
Ashley and Tami checked on each other with a wave of their hands. Then Tami, freshly mortified, returned her hand to her chest, doing her best to cover her breasts. No one else was covering themselves; it was just her.
"This might sound a bit abrupt," the man continued, "but I am working on a project and I wonder if I could take some pictures of you. You are so beautiful -- so unique."
She blushed at his proposal. Also, she couldn't avoid noting his dick. It was flaccid, and he had no tan line at all. She felt an impulse to hold it -- to see if she could make it grow. Then, she understood what Ashley had attempted only moments ago. There was something gravitational about dicks, she had to admit. She relaxed her hands, trying to shake off the instinctive need to hide her body.
She figured that it had most likely been Ashley who had asked him to approach her -- as a way of boosting her confidence, perhaps.
"No. No, thank you. uh, I do not think you want me there."
"Well, it is my project, and it is up to me to decide what I want. It is
boudoir
-- parts of the human body and faces separately, without revealing which face goes with each body part. No pornography. You can give -- or withhold -- consent for publishing after you see the results."
It sounded too sketchy to be improvised, but she found herself still shaking her head.
No.
"I suppose I should warn you that I do not pay my models; that is a firm condition. C'mon, though! It might even be fun."
Tami sized the man up -- and not sexually.
I could probably take him if it came to that
, she thought. She was young, strong, and had a background in contact sports.
Besides, 'boudoir' sounds classy enough -- and maybe Ashley knows all about this already. Maybe she planned the whole thing.
Tami ended up following the man back to a curved cove hidden between the rocky landscape. The soft, thigh-level waves felt refreshing against her naked skin.
"Please," the man said, "sit here, against this rock. Turn like this; it is important to get reflections from the water surface. Crossed legs first."
Tami took some time to figure out what all of his instructions meant, then obeyed.
The camera shot once, and she felt a thrill course through her.
The camera then started to shoot several times, from different angles. It was true, her face was never on the scene. She saw how the camera zoomed at her six-pack when she contracted her muscles there, capturing the artwork of her outlandish, yet apparently quaint, flat belly.
"
Hermoso!
Turn a bit. Flex it more. I'm a lucky bastard! The beauty of both buttons lies in their symmetry -- so photogenic!" He continued praising her and shooting like that for some time.
Tami felt relieved -- though slightly disappointed-- when he put the camera down. He smiled at her, all the wrinkles showing his age. He extended his hand as a formal greeting.
"Bernardo Gimenez."
"Fu Tami," she replied, using the formal name order that mostly her mother used when introducing her, but the short version of her surname.
The handshake felt strong. "Of course you are. Would you like a beer?" He pointed at some half-buried cans kept cold by the seawater.
She declined. He raised his camera, zoomed at her face, and shot once.
"Making new friends?" Ashley asked, approaching from the sea.
Tami introduced them as if they hadn't met before. "Maybe you can also help him with his art project?"
Tami got a bit frustrated at Ashley's repeated denials, but she finally persuaded her friend. "If I went through it, you have no choice."
Ashley looked like a latina model already, and her posing was good. Despite feeling secluded in that cove, Tami did see other people sunbathing on the rocks or swimming in the distance, and noticed that they glimpsed occasionally.
Or did they? Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
Ashley kneeled in the water, raised her butt, stretched her arms, and then buried them with her face under the water. It was a perfect sawtooth shape. Her raised ass made Tami feel something. She eyed the photographer, but he had no erection. To him, the photo shoot was artistic, not erotic.
Then why was she...?
The shooting stopped, and the man retreated to a corner to fiddle with the camera -- something technical, though he didn't pause to explain.
Both girls exhaled as though they'd both just run a quick race -- more invigorating than exhausting, but still an effort. Then, still completely naked, they sat next to each other, enjoying the long shadows of the late afternoon. Ashley also helped herself to a beer.
Why can't life just freeze in this precise moment?
Tami thought ruefully.
Well, I am excited about later tonight, too... but still, this cove is awfully secluded. Perhaps we could...? Maybe nobody would see us. Then again, maybe they would.
Those taboo thoughts ignited something deep inside of Tami.
A skunky scent ran through the cove. "What brings you to Cataluña?" they heard from behind them.
"We are here for the final," Ashley answered.
"Well you better get going before it gets late. I need to leave soon for that reason, too. I have a press pass."
"We won our pass!" Ashley replied excitedly. "We have good seats I guess." Ashley recited their seat letters and numbers from memory. "Leave that camera and come over here, would you?"
He sat in front of them with one beer in one hand and a rolled cigarette in the other. The sun was hitting his face. He could barely open his eyes. They chatted superficially about his passions and his duties, about the taste of cold beer and young women. He was curious about them. And Tami was curious about herself as well. Was she who she thought she was?
Tami relaxed, feeling the sand on her fingers as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. She couldn't shake the memory of that one party from her mind. It was supposed to be a fun night out with Ashley's friends... As she sat there lost in thought, she realized she was about to tell the story. She wanted to get it off her chest and share her experience with someone who would listen, but was unsure on the level of detail.
It was then when Tami went through the path that had led them to where they were. First in her head. Then disclosing some relevant parts to him. Some funny parts. Even some intimate parts. It couldn't take much time, right?
She started recounting the events from that party night, several weeks back at Ashley's friends' house.
Her early-bird eyes blinked for long lapses as the conversation with the girls died out. She glanced around for Ashley, but she was nowhere to be seen. Her friend had shown interest in the matches, so she went to the TV room, but only the boys were there.
"Still a draw?" she asked none of them in particular.
She was shushed back immediately, as if she had no reason to be there in the first place. None of them was her boyfriend; she had not one. She went back to the kitchen. She was not really interested in the classification match either.
"I think I will go home soon," she asked another of the girls. "Have you seen Ashley? Her jacket is still at the entrance, so she has to be here somewhere."
"No clue," one of the boy's girlfriends had replied. "She wouldn't have left. What's going on? Not a big fan of the World Cup either, huh? I thought you were into sports."
"Contact sports--" she began.
"Yeah," another of the girls interrupted. She was holding a phone, still trying to find the answer to a quiz or similar. "You're a Karatewoman, or was it Kung Fu, right? Is there a World Cup for that, like with soccer?
"Football," the correction came from the pedantic girl with the British accent. "Call it by its name."
"Well, we have Brazilian Jiu Jitsu world championships," Tami answered, "but they are all run in California. We do not get to travel to beautiful Spain or Portugal."
"Brazilian? How is an Asian doing Brazilian martial arts?"
An uncomfortable silence followed. Tami refused to fill it.
"I went to Spain once," another girl started. "At the end of high school, Ashley and I went to Ibiza. We did more partying in one week on that island than in all the years we spent at high school--"
"Here! I found it," the one holding the phone exclaimed. "This is the last question. Let's all send in the answer separately. That way we have more chances of winning the World Cup lottery! The draw is tomorrow!"
All the girls did as she proposed. That included Tami, who always preferred to follow group behavior and remain invisible rather than stand out and be seen as the odd one.
Tami eventually grabbed her jacket and other stuff and made her rehearsed excuse. "I have training early tomorrow, so I'm leaving now. I'll send a message to Ashley, but please tell her I was looking for her if you see her."
Once outside the door, Tami's social anxiety started to dissipate. She finished the message to her friend and sent it. As soon as she turned around the building, a window just next her, at ground level, drew her curiosity. She involuntarily peeked inside -- a bad habit of hers-- and saw what looked to her to be one knee pointing upwards. She soon understood what she'd been looking at: two people making out on a sofa. A phone on the floor flashed. She recognized her own incoming message arriving.
Tami halted, immediately distressed. She then tried to read the situation better, but it was difficult. It was dark inside, but she could see them kissing -- but it had been more than that. Their bodies were moving -- rubbing against each other.
Even in her upset, Tami had also been confused. Who is she with? Aren't all the boys watching the match?
Tami saw the one hand slided down trying to find the opening at Ashleys blouse, at her waist. At this, Ashley pushed the hand aside, but its owner attempted the same move again after only a couple of moments.
Ashley was obviously being pressed against her will here. Should she intervene?
