{"id":40597,"date":"2023-06-29T07:16:42","date_gmt":"2023-06-29T05:16:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=40597"},"modified":"2026-02-14T19:01:05","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T18:01:05","slug":"yoga-on-the-roof-part-2-an-erotic-series","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/yoga-on-the-roof-part-2-an-erotic-series\/","title":{"rendered":"Yoga On The Roof, Part 2 &#8211; An Audio Erotic Series"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>PREVIOUS: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/yoga-on-the-roof-an-erotic-story\/\">Yoga On The Roof, Part 1<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/tit893emse.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_tit893emse 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\/tit893emse\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly arrived home after two weeks of constant travel for a series of photo shoots and even a conference speaking engagement. By the last leg of the trip, she begged for her own bed, her own shower, her own soft towels, her own closet full of clothes. Most of all, she wanted to rest on the small worn-down cushion in the center of her couch in front of the television.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This trip had reconfirmed to her that despite high-end hotels, in-room massages, breakfast buffets, and even chic sofas in front of huge 4K TVs, there\u2019s no place like home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Carrying her shoulder tote bag and rolling her four-wheel suitcase down the long hallway of her apartment building, she noticed a small white envelope on the dull, gray door of her apartment. The square envelope was tucked behind the brass apartment numbers above the peephole.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She plucked the envelope from the door. The envelope was blank.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She dragged her bags inside, setting down her tote and purse on the table. The suitcase toppled onto the floor. She didn\u2019t care.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Inside the envelope was a small card. On the cover was a caricature of two red-faced women pointing at each other and at their cars that were banged up. Meanwhile, the bumpers of the cars were smiling, and the headlights were winking. Inside was printed: \u201cI\u2019m glad I bumped into you.\u201d Below that, in pen, was written a short message:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I would never have expected such a day. Hope to see you soon.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra had scrawled her name in a sweet, sweeping stroke.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her message was simple, quick, concise.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly waved the card in front of her face as excitement stirred despite her exhausted body and mind. She needed to see this new, young model again soon. Right now though, it was impossible. Shelly was too tired to text or call her new friend. She didn\u2019t even have the gumption to look over the digital images of Alessandra on her phone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly washed her face, changed into pajamas, and plopped onto her favorite cushion. She selected a show on Netflix but fell asleep before the opening credits had ended.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Early the next morning, the sun directed its bright rays directly onto Shelly\u2019s face as she was still sprawled on the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly slogged into the kitchen to make coffee. Waiting for the percolation, Shelly stared at the small card from Alessandra and wondered how long it was on her door. It may have been two weeks for all she knew. Alessandra certainly didn\u2019t know that Shelly was travelling, so Alessandra may have wondered why Shelly hadn\u2019t reached out, called back, texted or answered her door for that long. Shelly hoped that Alessandra had not conjured some bad reason for a lack of communication.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She grabbed her phone and typed a text:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I\u2019m back home. Long trip. When can we meet again?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She hoped a reply might come soon. Unfortunately, it didn\u2019t. Even two days later, she had not heard from Alessandra. So, with a missing friend who had a new face that already had intrigued her and her clients, Shelly went on a hunt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly questioned where Alessandra lived. She may live in the same building\u2014at least she banged through the building\u2019s rooftop exit that fateful afternoon. She may live on another wing and another floor, because Shelly had never seen her before. Shelly paid her for the work online so there was no direct information on her home or mailing address. Shelly had her email address and her phone number. She had a local area code. If Alessandra wasn\u2019t going to answer or reply, that information would be mostly useless.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly knew too that Alessandra\u2019s last name was Delgado. In talking to the superintendent of their building and giving him $10 for some sensitive information, no one was renting an apartment under the name Delgado or Alessandra. Shelly remembered Alessandra was angry\u2014furiously angry\u2014with her boyfriend the day the two women met on the roof. Shelly assumed she was living with her boyfriend. Or husband? She didn\u2019t know his name.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly shrugged off the idea of walking each floor of each wing in the building. Walking would be torture, and, if she knocked on each door, she would be escorted from the building fast.\u00a0 And the likelihood of Alessandra stepping out of her apartment at the exact time Shelly was coming around the bend was minute.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was in a conundrum. The lovely young lady who had become her fantasy had disappeared, vanished. Their last contact was the little card. Sitting on her couch, she flapped the card in her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI guess it\u2019s up to her,\u201d Shelly resigned. She went to the computer and swished through the images of the sexy girl who had ruined her afternoon of yoga.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One of Shelly\u2019s clients had loved the images\u2014as much as Shelly did\u2014in just a somewhat professional way. The client wanted more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m working on setting up a shoot with the model,\u201d she told the client over the phone. \u201cShe\u2019s been busy. I mean she has another full-time job. But I\u2019m pushing her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly wasn\u2019t sure about the job, but Alessandra didn\u2019t give off the impression of a boyfriend-moocher.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man on the other end of the phone call said, \u201cI want more of her. You know a model\u2019s time is momentary, but she\u2019s got a long-time look. Get her for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI understand. A model\u2019s look loses freshness quickly, yes, yes, I know. I\u2019ve been around for almost as long as you. But I have only so much information to find her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t waste time!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly huffed. \u201cYou are really tough to deal with.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly was ready to hang up on this client.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWait, Shelly, listen. Do this. Send this girl one thousand dollars. It\u2019ll encourage her to respond, if only to ask why you sent her money. You know, if it was a mistake. Getting random deposits may make people ask, \u2018what\u2019s this for?\u2019 It will poke her into doing something,\u201d the client said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf you want. I\u2019m at an impasse.\u201d Shelly shrugged and gave a smirk. \u201cTransfer the money to my account, and I\u2019ll pass it along to her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cExpect the money in five. And I want updates on when she does and even when she does not answer you. I want this girl!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly found the money in her account and immediately passed it to Alessandra\u2019s account with a quick message: <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Missing you<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was now a waiting game.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The next day, Shelly went to the roof of the building to find some sunlight and peace. She unrolled her pink mat and balled up into child\u2019s pose. She eased her breathing but didn\u2019t calm down. She shifted into downward-facing dog, with her legs and arms straight. She tried to bring balance to her body and spirit. Yet, her mind was distracted. She hoped that the rooftop entry door would bang open again and Alessandra would appear. Whether furious and screaming like last time or now happy-go-lucky, as long as it was her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly passed into warrior stance, pointing her right hand toward the bright sun. She shifted into controlled poses for flexibility and balance and strength. The meditation factor was out of her reach because of Alessandra. Without the door opening, eventually, Shelly rolled up her mat and exited the roof through that door. She admitted that reenacting the past doesn\u2019t recreate what has already happened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She plopped down again on her couch cushion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on, girl,\u201d Shelly said aloud. \u201cGet back with me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">TV shows were uninteresting, and that couch cushion wasn\u2019t comfortable anymore. She decided to go on a stroll. She slipped into her jogging shoes and went to the streets with her camera.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly snapped a few pictures, although her mind wasn\u2019t there either. She peeked into a bodega, not for food but in hopes of seeing Alessandra out and about. The young woman wasn\u2019t there. Shelly checked in a hair-and-nail salon. Not there. She looked into a Chinese restaurant, a Pakistani restaurant, and a fast-food joint. Nothing. She gave up. The sun was setting, and the evening air was cooling, despite the city\u2019s permeating heat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly stopped by an Irish pub for a quick stout. A red-headed waitress immediately grabbed a mug upon her order.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As the froth flowed over the rim of the mug, she said to Shelly, \u201cSomething\u2019s on your mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLooking for a friend that I can\u2019t find.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t say it too loud. The Irishmen here, they\u2019ll fight to be the friend and then gobble you up.\u201d She released the large handle to stop the flow of beer. She set the cold mug on a thin coaster advertising Daly\u2019s Bar on 31st Street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly took a drink and had to lick the froth from her upper lip.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWho\u2019s this guy-friend?\u201d the waitress asked, drying a tall glass with a white towel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s a gal-friend, actually. Lovely little Latina. I can\u2019t get her to reply to me, and I can\u2019t find her anywhere,\u201d Shelly said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s her name?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAlessandra Delgado. Haven\u2019t heard of her, have you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo, sorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The waitress cocked her eyebrow. \u201cSome reason why she might not call back? You\u2019re not too mean or grouchy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cQuite the opposite.\u201d Shelly sipped her beer again. She leaned back on her stool and slowly turned the mug so the coaster would point to her as a diamond and then a plain square with the next turn.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI wish I had a wise saying to offer,\u201d the waitress said as she hung the glass in the overhead rack. \u201cOnly bartenders have that in them. All I can do is give you the beer for free.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI appreciate it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Finally at home, Shelly admired the images of Alessandra from her computer. The model was cute, with dark hair and a big personality. She had commandeered the entire traffic intersection that day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unexpectedly, the computer dinged. An email message.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The email came from Alessandra. There was an image of her! She was on the beach with a man. They were in mid-jump, sand flinging in mid-air. Her message was:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Loving Puerto Vallarta. The beach is spectacular! Will be back in three days.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly was shocked and, as much, upset. \u201cWhat the hell\u2019s she doing down there? And she\u2019s back with that man?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">However, Shelly replied:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Enjoy Mexico. But come see me when you\u2019re back home. Missing you.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Deep inside, she was peeved that Alessandra was with someone else. The lovely model must have gone back with the man who had angered her so much a few weeks ago. But Shelly was sure men would take back a woman who was a model. \u201cProbably buying gifts and running away with her on extravagant vacations. All to get her back. I bet he would never have taken her to Mexico if I hadn\u2019t transformed her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly left her phone beside the computer, although she wanted to slam it down or even throw it across the room. She calmed her flurry of feelings, knowing that the picture had released locked-up emotions after searches and fears and complete confusion. Shelly just wanted to be the one with her, not the boyfriend.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She cast off her jealousy. She texted her client:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Found our model in Mexico. Should be back in town in a few days. Expecting to meet up again.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The reply was:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Get her ASAP!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Over the next days, Alessandra sent more pictures. She was in a lovely bikini top that cupped her breasts nicely. In another, she was in short shorts and a shirt with two quartered limes. It read \u201cSqueeze Me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly giggled at the shirt, knowing what she would do.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The final picture was Alessandra in a knee-length bohemian halter dress. Shelly admired Alessandra\u2019s browned knobby shoulders and lengthy, thin arms. Lingering on each of these images, Shelly could hardly wait for this girl to return.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In an agonizingly days-long wait, Shelly got a message on her phone. It was Alessandra!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Finally home! Want to talk. What time is good for you?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She texted back\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Now is perfect. Come over soon.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An hour later, the lovely Alessandra was sitting with Shelly on the couch, gushing over all she had done and seen in Puerto Vallarta.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe city was amazing. Now I know why that picture in your studio dug into my soul so much.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly\u2019s forehead scrunched in confusion. \u201cA picture of mine? Which one?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou don\u2019t remember? The picture on the beach with Luna. I loved that picture, and it has never left my mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat impactful, huh.\u201d Shelly smiled and rested her head on her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes! When my boyfriend said we needed to reconnect after our fight the day me and you met, I said we have to go to Puerto Vallarta! I had no second thoughts.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly leaned back on her couch. Emotions\u2014bad and good\u2014swirled inside of her. She, in fact, had gone back with her boyfriend.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can\u2019t believe my art impacted you so much. Hearing it warms my heart.\u201d Shelly put her hand on her chest and gazed into Alessandra\u2019s marble eyes. They hugged as friends.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After unleashing all her thoughts, excitement and joys in her getaway, Alessandra calmed and breathed normally. Then Shelly brought up modeling.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe pictures of your photo shoot have wowed several of my clients.\u201d She paused to let the words sink into the little Latina\u2019s mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This time, Alessandra\u2019s forehead scrunched. \u201cReally? Does that have anything to do with the money you sent me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA client had me pay you extra because the client wants more of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra narrowed her eyes. \u201cWere the pictures from modeling the wristwatch or the ones in the intersection?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe intersection.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra nodded. \u201cThat was an amazing experience.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly looked softly at the woman sitting with her and lightly dragged her forefinger along the rib of a couch cushion. \u201cWould you want to do it again? My client is begging.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBegging?\u201d Alessandra nearly laughed at the notion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBegging, Alessandra. I mean begging, begging.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat would you have me do? We\u2019ve been in the streets already. I just \u2026\u201d Her voice trailed off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHave you had sentiments after our last shoot? Did your boyfriend\u2014what\u2019s his name?\u2014have any thoughts?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHis name is Gerardo,\u201d Alessandra said, then added, \u201cHe was only okay with them\u2014mostly okay. Well, somewhat okay. He loved that I was so beautiful and the center of attention but then didn\u2019t like that others saw me as they did. I was so surprised that the shoot brought me and him closer together. He has been so good to me lately.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Feelings swelled in Shelly. Gerardo still had this girl.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf he wasn\u2019t a factor, would you do another shoot?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra\u2019s face dipped toward the carpet for a moment. She then looked up at Shelly. \u201cYes, certainly. My heart flutters even now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat should we do then since Gerardo is here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe can play around if you want\u2014\u201d Shelly giggled as she misspoke her true thoughts. \u201c\u2014and see what results in terms of images. Maybe we can get some pictures that Gerardo will like. Thoughts?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, let\u2019s play around. What should we do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Get you naked and let me put my mouth all over you, Shelly wanted to say but capped her words.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI found a narrow alleyway with these small steps that have intrigued me lately. Would you want to put on a tiny dress and walk to that alley? It would be like an escape from the world while luring it along.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI think I can find a dress.\u201d Alessandra waved her hand in the air. \u201cMy closet is so full. Things get lost in there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMaybe the closet is not too full. It\u2019s just that the closet is too small.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra giggled. \u201cEverything\u2019s perspective.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd so it is with photography and getting boyfriends to agree with all your modeling.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly grinned. Alessandra tried to smile.<\/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;\">Shelly pushed the conversation away from her previous comment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs there a timeframe that may work in your schedule? I don\u2019t know your work hours or workdays.\u201d Shelly reached for her phone to check her calendar.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhy not do it now? I can get a dress quick. I just don\u2019t want to go home so soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve been here for a while,\u201d Shelly said, but quickly added, \u201cAnd in no way am I complaining. I have loved it. I\u2019ve waited for you to get back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGerardo has his boys over right now. They\u2019re watching basketball. He and his boys take over our place and are so loud and leave it a complete wreck. I hate it, and I have to get angry at him so he\u2019ll clean up the mess. And still I do most of the cleaning, like I\u2019m some maid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMen, huh.\u201d She flipped her wrist. \u201cIf ever you get mad and want to stay here, my place is always open. Let Gerardo wallow in a place with chips on the floor and empty beer cans and pizza boxes everywhere. It may teach him a lesson.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe\u2019s not one for learning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve learned that already. Disappointing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat about you? You haven\u2019t said much about what\u2019s been happening lately. I\u2019m sorry that I\u2019ve controlled the conversation.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI enjoy listening. Listening and looking at a beautiful woman at the same time is a gift from above. But enough talk. Let\u2019s try a photo shoot.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis is so exciting!\u201d Alessandra stood quickly but then covered her mouth. \u201cOh! But it\u2019ll be a while before I get back. Those guys will want me to help them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat\u2019ll be a problem.\u201d Shelly stood too. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t have any dresses or outfits that fit you. Look at my body. It\u2019s not model quality. It\u2019s twice your size.\u201d She huffed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShelly, don\u2019t talk like that. You have a gorgeous body,\u201d Alessandra said in a tough voice. She stepped to Shelly and ran her fingers over Shelly\u2019s shoulders and down her arms to her fingers. \u201cYour curves are so attractive. I wish I had curves. All I have are straight lines.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She pressed the palms of her hands against her own waist and slid them down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly shivered and tingled at Alessandra\u2019s actual touch. It had been so intimate.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI guess we could say I\u2019m cursive and you\u2019re print,\u201d Shelly said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBoth can make bold statements, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly swatted at Alessandra, grinning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBack to the shoot, what can we do for an outfit?\u201d Alessandra asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly took Alessandra\u2019s hand. \u201cFollow me to my closet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis will be fun.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly shoved through her closet. The hangers clacked as they moved down the bar. Some metal hangers eeked as if angry about being moved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra stepped into the closet next to Shelly to see more of the clothing options. Shelly basked in the closeness when Alessandra would reach over her, bump into her, and admire her few sparkling gowns.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She lifted one emerald gown and set it against her body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSeems to engulf you,\u201d Shelly said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf I had a great chest like you have \u2026\u201d Alessandra didn\u2019t finish. She hung up the gown and pulled off a gray sweatshirt. On it was an outline of the upper peninsula of Michigan. Scribbled over the UP was \u201cWet and Wild!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI want to wear this! This is it. I can have that street-look.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before Shelly objected, Alessandra stepped from the cramped closet. She lifted off her V-neck. Shelly noticed her small breasts captured in the tiny\u2014almost unnecessary\u2014bra.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra pulled the sweatshirt over her head. It was lumpy, and only the tips of her fingers could be seen at the end of the sleeves. It fell well down her thighs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat if I took my pants off and made this into a, you know, a sort of a dress?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTake them off. Let\u2019s see.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She lifted the sweatshirt and tried to unbutton her pants. She was struggling with all the extra fabric.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly stepped close. \u201cLet me help.\u201d She grabbed the sweatshirt and raised it as high as Alessandra\u2019s bra. She wanted a glimpse again of the intimate wear. Her hands lowered as her mind pushed her to touch, even incidentally, the small breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The pants fell to the floor with a <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">thwap<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> of the belt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly admired her friend\u2019s plain, white panties.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cUh, Shelly, I\u2019m okay. You can let go of the shirt,\u201d Alessandra said lightly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, sorry. I was wondering if you had any tan lines. Being in Mexico and all.\u201d Suddenly, Shelly hoped the comment wasn\u2019t too much.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLookie here,\u201d Alessandra said innocently, raising the sweatshirt again. She pulled her panties away from her hips. \u201cI got a tiny line. I didn\u2019t sunbathe nude.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEver wanted to?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMe too. But where, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra let the sweatshirt drop to where \u201cWet and Wild\u201d was readable again. She removed the pants from around her ankles. She wore a pair of white Adidas Samba sneakers with three blue stripes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLooks like a perfect streetwear outfit for a sexy woman. You\u2019re about to lure the eyes of everyone on the street. Then you\u2019ll escape into the narrow alleyway for more intimate pictures. Make sense?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou make it all sound so easy and obvious.\u201d Alessandra smoothed out her hair, so it hung long down her back. \u201cI want the attention.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cExciting.\u201d Shelly clapped her hands lightly. \u201cLet me get my camera.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two women escaped from the apartment building and headed into the street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly pointed out the alleyway where Alessandra should escape.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd, by the way, don\u2019t mind me if I fall behind,\u201d Shelly warned. \u201cIf I do, you just continue on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra threw her hair over her shoulder and raised her chin toward the sun.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She took long, cool strides over the bubble gum-pocked, stained sidewalks. Her hips swished as she crossed an intersection. Moments after she had started walking, the sweatshirt dress showed her legs so perfectly. And more of these narrow thighs appeared. The sweatshirt almost rose to the bottom of her ass. Shelly salivated at possibly seeing the tiny, white panties.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra stopped at Daly\u2019s Irish Pub. She leaned on the wall of the building and put her foot up, giving a carefree attitude. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. She was the model who could sell.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Already, faces turned toward the woman. With the looks came smiles and a few calls. Irishmen at the bar called to her, \u201cWh\u2019are you runnin\u2019 to? Come ova\u2019 here!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Latino guys hooted too. \u201cYo, mam\u00ed. Where you goin\u2019 so fast?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Another man called out, \u201cSeein\u2019 you made my day, shortie!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A tall man in a business suit simply said, \u201cYou\u2019re lovely.\u201d He grinned so broadly. Shelly nabbed a picture of the man\u2019s attention as Alessandra passed by.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra pushed on, no acknowledgement of those comments and calls except a wry smirk. Finally, she came to the alley. She ducked out of view but peeked around the corner. She offered a taunting leer. Then she slid up the hem of the sweatshirt. Shelly stopped and covered her mouth when the bright white cotton contrasted against the heavy gray fabric.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou just showed your panties,\u201d Shelly whispered in excitement. \u201cYou little devil.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/lily-3\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-46018 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/sex-toy-harsh-chemical-cleaning-mistakes.jpg\" alt=\"mistakes cleaning sex toys with chemicals\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/sex-toy-harsh-chemical-cleaning-mistakes.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/sex-toy-harsh-chemical-cleaning-mistakes-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/sex-toy-harsh-chemical-cleaning-mistakes-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/sex-toy-harsh-chemical-cleaning-mistakes-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She raced down the sidewalk and turned the corner. Alessandra had run up several steps.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThere you are!\u201d Alessandra said, hands on her hips. She rocked them side to side. \u201cComing to get me?\u201d she teased like a flirty teen girl.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI want you! Nothing can stop me.\u201d Shelly climbed the steps with her camera and her eye in the camera\u2019s viewfinder.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat do you want from me, Shelly?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The question knocked the breath out of Shelly\u2019s chest. She avoided the question, as her mind was foiled. She only snapped pictures.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra stretched the sweatshirt down to her knees, elongating the words \u201cWet and Wild.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then she raised the shirt, so the lap of her panties appeared\u2014white and innocent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly choked. But she kept shooting and directing. \u201cYou are amazing. Keep giving it to me! Show me! I want more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra\u2019s hands smeared over her petite body. She turned around and poked out her butt. She raised the shirt. The sunlight caught the two humps of flesh, highlighting her cute, round ass.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI love it!\u201d Shelly called to her model. She moved closer and closer, getting pictures from all angles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat else do you want from me, Shelly?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI want your panties. Throw them to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra\u2019s back stiffened. \u201cMy underwear?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly paused but came up with an answer. \u201cThese pictures will be for Gerardo. Sexy, naked pictures. Turn around and slide down your panties. Be sexy now\u2014for him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra turned as directed. Her arms moved and the sweatshirt\u2019s sleeves suddenly hung limply. In a moment, Shelly gasped when a tiny bra fell from the bottom of the sweatshirt to Alessandra\u2019s feet. Then Alessandra leaned forward. The panties were halfway down her ass, caught in between her ass cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLuscious, luscious!\u201d Shelly was astounded. \u201cYou are amazing. I wish I could \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra dragged the cotton panties from her butt and let them slide down her thighs, over her knees and to her ankles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly gasped again. \u201cI\u2019m going to love these shots. Bend over and touch your shoes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTouch your toes or tie your shoes. I want to see your pussy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShelly?\u201d Alessandra looked confused, frowning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGive it to me \u2026 to Gerardo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra did as directed, although at first cautiously. She moved her hands down her legs. Her sweet pinkness appeared from under the sweatshirt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou like this, Shelly?\u201d she said. \u201cThis what you want?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, yes, yes, yes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGerardo will love these,\u201d Alessandra said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The comment zapped Shelly from her sexual arrest and her jittery fingers pressing the shutter button.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly forced out the statement: \u201cYes, he will.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The next statement choked Shelly and stopped her hitting the shutter button.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWill you like them too, Shelly?\u201d Alessandra asked. \u201cWill you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou don\u2019t know how much my clients will go for these.\u201d She began her clicking again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo, not them. I mean you. Will you like them?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shelly stood upright. She smiled awkwardly and didn\u2019t say anything. Alessandra woke her from this stupor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI need to get back. Gerardo\u2019s boys\u2019ll be gone.\u201d She quickly knelt to grab her bra.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They headed back to Shelly\u2019s apartment, but they weren\u2019t so friendly. There was a partition between them. Alessandra changed clothes in the bedroom while Shelly waited on the couch. She didn\u2019t yet scan through the hundred newly shot pictures on her camera.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When Alessandra came out fully clothed, Shelly stood. \u201cI will send these to my client and get back with you about what\u2019s next. Expect more work. That is, if you want it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet me know. I have to get going.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alessandra closed the door behind her, leaving Shelly for Gerardo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A few hours later, a text came from Alessandra.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Had a great time. Let\u2019s do it again soon. Hope you enjoy the pics.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Late that night, Shelly went to bed. She flung back the blanket.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat in \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0She found the white cotton panties underneath the blankets, left behind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can\u2019t believe you, Alessandra.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>NEXT: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/yoga-on-the-roof-part-3-an-erotic-story\/\">Yoga On The Roof, Part 3<\/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>PREVIOUS: Yoga On The Roof, Part 1 Shelly arrived home after two weeks of constant travel for a series of photo shoots and even a conference speaking engagement. By the last leg of the trip, she begged for her own bed, her own shower, her own soft towels, her own closet full of clothes. 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