{"id":40084,"date":"2023-03-17T03:04:52","date_gmt":"2023-03-17T02:04:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=40084"},"modified":"2026-02-14T19:43:25","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T18:43:25","slug":"yoga-on-the-roof-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/yoga-on-the-roof-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Yoga On the Roof, Part 1 &#8211; An Audio Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/wbuinhfaad.jsonp\" async><\/script><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/assets\/external\/E-v1.js\" async><\/script><\/p>\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_padding\" style=\"padding: 56.25% 0 0 0; position: relative;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_wrapper\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_embed wistia_async_wbuinhfaad seo=true videoFoam=true\" style=\"height: 100%; position: relative; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_swatch\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0; transition: opacity 200ms; width: 100%;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"filter: blur(5px); height: 100%; object-fit: contain; width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/wbuinhfaad\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly decided she had to escape.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Days in her small apartment had cramped her body and mind.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She shed her oversized Mickey Mouse T-shirt, shoved her heavy breasts into a sports bra, and pulled stretchy workout pants up her thighs. Grabbing her rolled-up yoga mat, she left for the roof of her apartment building.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Compared to the lightbulbs in the lamps and the light in the ceiling fan, the bright, warm sunlight was as fresh as a soak in a bubbling Jacuzzi. The sun on the roof made a nice light, but Shelly knew it was not Xanadu. Of course, it was closer to paradise than the hell her place had become.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She rolled out the pink mat on the faux grass of the patio and lowered herself into child pose. Her big toes aligned, knees spread wide, hands stretching over the edge of the mat. Reaching for the edge of sanity.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She breathed easier, and her pent-up stress melted with the heat. Her spirit centered, and life seemed better\u2014somewhat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With loosened hips and back, she arched into the downward-facing dog pose. Her head dangled, her legs slackened. Then she shifted into a standing forward bend, attempting to reach to her ankles but touching just below her knees. In the position only a moment, she eased her cramped kinesthesia. The pressure of work and life slid down her shoulders, pooled in her hands, and dripped off her fingers. She even felt bad energy seep from the heels of her feet into the mat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Peace had arrived.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She smiled, a rarity lately. The sky and the sun\u2014life, even\u2014became sunny. The rays of heat warmed her skin, like a perfect day at the beach. All that was missing was the constant crashing waves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">However, the roof\u2019s access door suddenly banged open, and a young woman screamed, \u201cFucking hell! Fuck, fuck, fuck!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The shout knocked Shelly out of the new-found state of being, unraveling her Shanti.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly straightened from her bent pose.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The shouting woman gasped when she saw Shelly. \u201cI\u2019m sorry! If I would have known\u2014I\u2019ll leave.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s fine,\u201d Shelly conceded. She glanced around as her life returned to car horns, police sirens, and the steady <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">thwop<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> of helicopters overhead. The sun was hot again. Perspiration formed along her upper lip. The heat compressed in her armpits.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She dragged her hair from her face and stepped forward. \u201cFreedom is what we all need. I know I was pent up.\u201d She reached out her hand. \u201cShelly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHi. Alessandra.\u201d Her voice was apologetic for interrupting Shelly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly liked Alessandra\u2019s grip. Confident despite thin fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf I would have known, Shelly, that you were doing yoga out here, I would have gone somewhere else and let you be.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s \u2026 fine,\u201d she reassured, trying to be believable.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s just that\u2014that life has me overwhelmed. Relationship break-ups, money problems, lies, disappearances.\u201d And her shoulders rounded as she exhaled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The woman\u2019s frustration could not be alleviated by a single shout.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly said, \u201cCome, get on my mat. You need some yoga. I feel a lot better after only a few minutes. Or I felt better.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m up for anything.\u201d Alessandra seemed hopeful. She slid off her white New Balance running shoes and short socks and stepped onto the squishy pink mat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her tank top showed her knobby shoulders and spindly arms. She had deep-brown hair that fell onto her shoulders and her chest. Alessandra stood straight and put her hair in a ponytail. Her body already started to release some of the tension that caused her outburst of frustration.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly came up beside her. \u201cCan I touch you?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra glanced at the yogi, confused, but then smiled. \u201cA few months ago, I would have thought it a strange question from someone who was about to put me into a yoga pose. Nowadays, it\u2019s a regular question.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She liked Shelly already.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly continued the yoga session.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFirst, the Mountain Pose. Our posture influences our breathing and our mood. Feet close. Balance yourself. Dangle your arms beside the torso. Let them try to meet the mat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly had to shake Alessandra\u2019s stiff arms to make them wobbly. She touched her hips to bend her at the waist. Alessandra tensed from the movement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m no yogi,\u201d Alessandra admitted, in her stiffness. \u201cI\u2019m more of a \u2018jogg-i\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The ladies smiled, which broke into a fun laughter. Their laughter closed the natural distance between the two who had met so unexpectedly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can tell you\u2019re a runner.\u201d Shelly rubbed Alessandra\u2019s tricep. \u201cA nice, healthy body.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly worried she may have touched Alessandra too much. She was attempting to get some semblance of Alessandra\u2019s confines.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Keeping her hands at bay, she directed Alessandra.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cUpright, straight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Getting no bad vibe from the runner, Shelly slid her hands down her arms and placed a palm on Alessandra\u2019s taut stomach. Her torso tensed at the touch, then relaxed. Shelly\u2019s large breasts, which were broiling in her sports bra, brushed against Alessandra. Alessandra\u2019s body tensed again. At the same time, Shelly\u2019s heart sped. She calmed herself as best as she could.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly guided Alessandra into downward-facing dog. Her gray sports shorts outlined the humps of two tight cheeks of a cute butt. The thought of smacking a cheek might determine how much Alessandra was willing to be touched. However, Alessandra interrupted Shelly\u2019s thoughts.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAll the blood is rushing to my head,\u201d Alessandra said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly giggled. \u201cI bet it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She looked at Shelly through her arms, confused. \u201cI\u2019m not kidding.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYour head is bright, but you\u2019ll be fine,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra peeked between her arms again to see Shelly. The yogi\u2019s eyes still focused on her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTo your hands and knees,\u201d Shelly said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra got down on the mat. \u201cWhat do you want me to do next?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cChild pose. It\u2019s about relaxation. About channeling something peaceful.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat\u2019ll be hard to find.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet\u2019s not make it more allusive than it is by our words and what we say.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra settled into the pose, her back rounded sleekly, like a turtle although she was the hare, as a runner. The turtle though was an animal Shelly loved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly noticed Alessandra\u2019s toes, all cute and scrunched together. They weren\u2019t painted. Maybe as a runner she didn\u2019t see the benefit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly shook away her gaze. She wished to settle next to Alessandra on the mat to return to her own semblance of peace. However, the mat was too narrow, and the gravelly rooftop would not allow it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Soon, Alessandra rose a different woman. She breathed out any lingering hints of frustration and inhaled peace. The scream she had released earlier had passed. She spoke gently with eased shoulders and a brightness shining from her face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThank you,\u201d she said simply.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can tell you\u2019re doing much better than earlier.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s as if I\u2019ve had a weight lifted off my shoulders.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMust\u2019ve been a bad day,\u201d Shelly said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt was, yes, but not anymore.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGlad to hear it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI feel like I owe you something nice.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJust seeing your smile and you feeling better is payment enough for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly wished she hadn\u2019t said something so moronic or flightily philosophical.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat are you doing for dinner tonight? There\u2019s this wonderful diner across town that I was thinking of going to. I\u2019d be glad if you\u2019d come with me, assuming you have no other plans.\u201d Alessandra gleamed at Shelly with hopeful eyes and raised cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly would have gone, but she had a pressing deadline. Nothing could be pushed until tomorrow\u2014or another day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019d love to, but I can\u2019t. I have some work due tomorrow.\u201d Shelly frowned. \u201cI have this model coming tomorrow early to my studio. I need to prep tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA model and a studio?\u201d Alessandra asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m a photographer. The model is for a women\u2019s wristwatch shoot.\u201d Shelly brightened with a new thought. \u201cHow about you come to the studio with me. Maybe we can get a drink after I do the prep work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGreat!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Each went to their apartments to clean up and change clothes. Shelly was excited when she heard the knock on her apartment door. She buttoned her blouse, leaving a tiny bit of cleavage in view for anyone to see.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She opened the door. Alessandra looked amazing as her clothes highlighted her peaceful smile. The pair headed out together.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A few blocks away, Shelly unlocked her studio and led Alessandra inside. \u201cThis is where the magic happens. Real life turns into fantasies.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra looked around while Shelly got to her prep work. She tightened the camera on its tripod and arranged the reflector softboxes. She raised the light stands and attached the translucent umbrellas. Finally, she unrolled the white sheet that was the backdrop. All the while, Alessandra paced the room, looking at images posted on the walls.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThese are impressive. Your creativity is obvious,\u201d she said. \u201cHow long have you been a photographer?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSince high school. I have always enjoyed capturing people.\u201d Shelly adjusted the light downward toward the stand where the model would steady her arms to show off the wristwatch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCapturing people, huh. That\u2019s a good way to put it. You\u2019ve definitely \u2018caught\u2019 models.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI get people on the streets too. Capturing real life is so important. Things change so quickly. I only have a slim window of time to shoot what\u2019s happening in today\u2019s culture, in my neighborhood today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly finished arranging things.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra turned to her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo, which one would I have: a model look or an \u2018on the street\u2019 look?\u201d Alessandra rested her chin on her hands and batted her eyes humorously.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly laughed. \u201cDefinitely a model.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI do not believe you. I am the woman on the street.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe one who is yelling about some \u2018fucking\u2019 thing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd being insane. Yes, that\u2019s me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly took Alessandra\u2019s arms and shifted them. Alessandra remained in place like she was a mannequin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBeing a model is about mood, about looks, but, most importantly, the ability to pose as needed. That\u2019s what experience has taught me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra was surprised. \u201cNot just beauty, or being tall and skinny, but taking direction?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAn actress who won\u2019t listen to the director loses her job fast,\u201d Shelly said. \u201cYou could be a model. Come here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly clipped a gold diamond-studded watch around Alessandra\u2019s wrist. She then arranged Alessandra\u2019s hands in front of the camera and underneath the lights. She adjusted her spindly fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNow, just drag your finger along your forearm. Slowly, elegantly, like the diamond watch is yours and you want to make everyone jealous when seeing it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra did as told.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly snapped a few images. And it was done. \u201cThere you go. A hand model in the making.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They checked the pictures on the computer monitor across the studio. \u201cThese aren\u2019t bad at all. Lengthy, lean fingers, simple colored nails, lovely Latina skin tone. Not too light, not too dark. Your hands are exquisite. Mind if I keep these pics to show my client?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra agreed. \u201cI\u2019ve never thought of myself as a model.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBe prepared for anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra looked sideways at Shelly confused by those words. Prepared for anything? A sudden surge to the top of the fashion modelling world, glossy magazine covers, glamorous clothes, an extravagant lifestyle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s early, but dinner?\u201d Shelly asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra woke from her bewilderment. \u201cYes, yes. Dinner would be great.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThere\u2019s that diner a few blocks away you\u2019ve wanted to try.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAlways up for something new.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The ladies ate lightly, talked and sipped several wine coolies. After signing the check and laying down the tip, Shelly said she enjoyed meeting Alessandra.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhen you opened the door to the roof, I never expected an evening out like this.\u201d Shelly patted Alessandra\u2019s hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI never expected to be a model either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly paused and slowly asked, \u201cCould I convince you to be a model once more tonight? I\u2019m always looking for new faces to offer my clients. You are definitely what clients want.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy face?\u201d She touched her cheeks, as they warmed to a rosy glow. \u201cThis face?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, that face. And the rest of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI would love to.\u201d She giggled, \u201cI guess I can pretend to be a fashion model from Paris.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI don\u2019t have the catwalk in my studio. You saw how small it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can think of different ways to play \u2018fashion model,\u2019\u201d Alessandra said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That statement confused Shelly. More so, it intrigued her. She was unsure what exactly Alessandra had in mind or how she could play with it. Nevertheless, Shelly first needed to avoid reading too much into it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the studio, Alessandra perused the art and photos\u2014some that were several feet wide. One image struck her. A woman on the beach<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShelly, who is this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI was in Puerto Vallarta in Mexico on the coast of the Pacific. I met Luna at a bar in town. We had a few margaritas and got to know each other. At first, we used each other to fend off men. They\u2019re hungry sharks there. Then something sparked. The photo shoot and the award-winning picture, they came so unexpectedly\u2014out of the blue.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra leaned in close to study the details of the picture. \u201cWas it the connection between you and her or was it the scene that brought about these pictures?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/f1s-v3\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47306 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"lelo f1s masturbation sleeve\" width=\"930\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg 930w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-300x108.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-768x277.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-770x278.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 930px) 100vw, 930px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor a non-answer, it was a little bit of both. If we hadn\u2019t been at the beach, the pictures would not have had the dramatic scenery, but a model without her form\u2014and the fun that she conveyed\u2014the ocean would have been a blue bathtub.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly came up beside Alessandra, having her shoulder brush against the shorter woman.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThere\u2019s a subtle connection between the background, the model and me, the photographer,\u201d Shelly said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly pointed out lines in the sand, and the whitecaps on the ocean.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou have that same kind of fun that Luna had.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI do not. I was yelling earlier, ruining your yoga. Remember?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot all photos are about fun and beaches. Really, a model needs a connection to the photographer. They work in tandem.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI may have the fun, but what about the beach? I don\u2019t want to be in a bathtub.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA bathtub with you would not be so bad.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra stepped away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly remained in place. She sensed a change in Alessandra. The young Latina became a shy, little girl who was in a fluster. The comment must have delighted Alessandra and put her as the center of attention.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI hope I didn\u2019t upset you. I don\u2019t want to go too far,\u201d she apologized.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEverything\u2019s all right.\u201d Alessandra\u2019s voice was tainted with uneasiness.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe can schedule a shoot in the future, if you\u2019d like,\u201d Shelly offered. \u201cThat is, unless you\u2019re still comfortable now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra stepped to another picture.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTell me about this one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly kept a slight distance from Alessandra now, making sure she didn\u2019t touch her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSkiing in Colorado.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s not Luna.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI have not seen Luna since the day on the beach. It\u2019s not abnormal though. Modeling is here today, gone tomorrow. This model, Elisa\u2014\u201d Shelly looked deep into the oversized photo, remembering the circumstance. \u201cShe didn\u2019t have the same vibe as Luna or as you. She was hard to work with. She thought she was doing me a favor by being there. It deadened the connection.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra glanced at Shelly. \u201cWould you imagine me on the beach or in the mountains?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly smiled. \u201cYou said you had an \u2018on the street\u2019 look. Maybe we should start there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWanting me at the bus stop or the bodega?\u201d Alessandra asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo, I was thinking more about standing in the middle of the street on the double yellow lines, or even\u2014listen to this\u2014in the center of an intersection and stopping traffic, putting all of life on hold with you at the center.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe\u2019d have to call the cops first so no one would run over me,\u201d Alessandra said with a laugh. \u201cI mean I may not stop all life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThere are a hot-heads behind the wheel out there, sure. You will stop everyone though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd two women together, we\u2019d have to fend off the men, like you and Luna did in Puerto Vallarta.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly laughed and patted Alessandra\u2019s shoulder. \u201cMen are insatiable, even when they know the women aren\u2019t interested.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSince you had a photo spot for me in mind, what would you suggest I wear in the middle of the intersection?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLarge sneakers and a dress. A fashion style conflict.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra was quiet, imagining herself in the street, halting traffic, forcing all life to stop.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI have another client who has been asking for a model no one had seen before. You could be that girl.\u201d She halted abruptly, as if rethinking her statement. \u201cBut no. That wouldn\u2019t work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo? You\u2019re writing me off fast when I have the fun and we have the connection?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA connection?\u201d Shelly eyes her suspiciously, which turned into a broad grin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYeah, I feel it. Been feeling it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly shook her head and waved off the idea of her client. \u201cWell, I just think the shoot would go too far for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra crossed her arms over her chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re sure? You don\u2019t know what I would do.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly played skeptical as she had obviously intrigued her new friend and potential model.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat is so bizarre about this shoot?\u201d Alessandra urged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly walked to the first light stand and turned off the burning-hot light. She glanced over her shoulder as she switched off the other light.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWell?\u201d Alessandra pressed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly clicked off the softbox umbrellas, darkening the studio. Only the light from the setting sun came through the large windows.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Finally Shelly answered Alessandra. \u201cIt\u2019s just too much\u2014way too much. The client has a bizarre imagination. Out there.\u201d She spun her finger at her temple and rolled her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCrazy, huh.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, yes. I have turned down some of the client\u2019s requests for shoots because they went too far even for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat crazy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two ladies were quiet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNow that I think of it. The client had a reasonable\u2014mostly reasonable\u2014request. We can \u2018fashionable-ize\u2019 it up.\u201d Shelly paced across the studio as she thought of how to \u201cfashionable-ize.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI want to do it, whatever it is. You\u2019ve got me intrigued.\u201d Alessandra patted her fists together, giddily, like a little girl.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe need to catch the last bit of decent sun,\u201d Shelly said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly opened the door of the studio\u2019s closet. She reached in but didn\u2019t pull out what she held. \u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes!\u201d Alessandra shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly pulled out an oversized, white fur coat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra brightened further at the sight of the mammoth coat. She slid her arms into the coat and pirouetted, letting the coat lift to her waist.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra pulled the coat tight and snuggled her face against the softness.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo let\u2019s go outside. Come on. I\u2019ll walk the street like a fashion model.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly wagged her finger. \u201cThere\u2019s, uh, one more thing,\u201d she said cautiously.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe client always wants the model naked. So you\u2019d be flashing everyone on the streets. That\u2019s the part that kept me from offering this to you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra tucked a bit of dark hair behind her ear. She squinted in her pause. \u201cEverything?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly nodded. \u201cEverything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMaybe it is too much.\u201d Alessandra pulled an arm out of the coat. Not the other arm though. \u201cWait! Yes, yes, I can. I can do it. Let me go behind the sheet for a moment.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly listened to Alessandra who was out of sight. Alessandra huffed as she took off her shirt. The slap of her bra. The clomps of her running shoes on the floor. The zip of her zipper. The ruffle of her shorts as they fell. The snap of her panties against her skin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPut your shoes back on,\u201d Shelly called. \u201cI like those Pumas. White fur and gold Pumas. I like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Wrapped in the giant coat, Alessandra stepped from behind the curtain, saying, \u201cYour client likes shoes on his models? Is your client a shoe company?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI give the client a variety of images. I don\u2019t ask a lot of questions.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly grabbed another camera she had, hooked a large flash to the top of it. \u201cLet\u2019s go before the sun leaves us in the dark.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two women rushed down the stairwell and onto the busy street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly gave her model some directions and pointers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/tiani-duo\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-46071 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/most-popular-sex-toys-by-state.jpg\" alt=\"which sex toys are most popular in the us\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/most-popular-sex-toys-by-state.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/most-popular-sex-toys-by-state-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/most-popular-sex-toys-by-state-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/most-popular-sex-toys-by-state-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cRemember that you control the intersection. You are the centerpiece. Life revolves around you. You are the sun.\u201d Then, Shelly pushed the white knee-length fur, with Alessandra wrapped inside, to the center of the intersection.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra sauntered out as all of the streetlights were briefly red. As Shelly said, traffic stopped. She paused when at the center point between the crossroads. She raised her chin confidently, pursed her lips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No cars moved when the streetlight turned green. She had control of the intersection. The drivers stared at the woman like men at a strip bar.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She turned to each road as a queen thanking her servants for their servitude and determining that they knew her grand place in their world. Alessandra continued.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Toes in a gold Puma elegantly touched the iron sewer cap in the center of the intersection. A knobby knee appeared through the fur, a narrow thigh bared. But the leg pulled back, covered by the coat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra\u2019s long fingers tugged at the large collar of coat, spreading it slowly, intriguing the waiting drivers. She spread the coat and showed the cleavage of her breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In no time, car horns were honking wildly. Even a semi-truck got in on the action, wailing its air horn in a steady rhythm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She pulled the lapel aside to show her small, brown nipple.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The intersection became a maelstrom of horns. Those horns were not angry but excited blares, creating a tumult of sounds, which echoed between the tall buildings.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Still Alessandra kept everyone at bay for a while. She showed her breasts. When she left only her most private part hidden, the drivers demanded it be shown. She opened the coat fully and turned so everyone could see.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">All the while, Shelly snapped pictures, gathering as many as she could of this new model.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As Alessandra turned, a Mercedes pushed into the box of the intersection and slid by the model. The heavily tinted window lowered, and the driver clicked an image to his smartphone for social media. Shelly nabbed images of Alessandra\u2019s interaction with the black car. Following the Benz\u2019s crossing, other cars moved ahead. Alessandra was still the center, but life now passed by her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the studio, Alessandra was on a high. She couldn\u2019t stop talking and leaping on her tiptoes and clapping her hands. She retold her account of being the center of the world and what the Benz driver had said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly basked in her excitement too. Alessandra was the new model that the client already loved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGive me your number. I want to reach out about more shoots. And I\u2019ll also have your payment tomorrow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They exchanged numbers and email addresses.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly gave her a hug. She held Alessandra\u2019s hands. Before letting go, she said, \u201cYou don\u2019t know how glad I am that you were angry today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet\u2019s talk sooner rather than later.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, yes. I plan to. Dinner again. More jobs. A friend.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra kissed Shelly on the cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Later that night, Shelly sat in front of her bright computer monitor, the light washing the color from her face. She stared at Alessandra, zooming in on her breasts and hard nipples.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly spread her legs wide and rubbed her pussy. She shifted the image to focus on the woman\u2019s bald mound, set between her two long legs and a huge fur coat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Studying each image, Shelly felt the familiar warmth bubble and then boil inside of her. Her fingers drove deep into her pussy. Her other hand massaged her large breasts and soon squashed the heavy flesh and tugged her nipples as her body agitated into orgasm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When she lay tired in bed, Shelly dreamed of the next shoot with Alessandra. There were so many things Shelly wanted, so many places and outfits. And no outfits.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Would Alessandra go as far as Shelly envisioned?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She had to find out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>NEXT: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/yoga-on-the-roof-part-2-an-erotic-series\/\">Yoga On the Roof Part 2<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Enjoy this story more with 15% off <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">LELO.com<\/a> with code <span style=\"color: #800080;\">VOLONTE15<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Shelly decided she had to escape.\u00a0 Days in her small apartment had cramped her body and mind.\u00a0 She shed her oversized Mickey Mouse T-shirt, shoved her heavy breasts into a sports bra, and pulled stretchy workout pants up her thighs. 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