Date: Mon, 27 Apr 2020 17:01:38 +0000 From: Kachar Ricuchi Subject: Cindy, Laura & I: a threesome 7 XII She changed the subject, as if I had already agreed. As if we had just decided to embark in this new adventure. As if Cindy knew what was awaiting her; as if she knew we would both woo her and wanted to cherish her as lover. She gave no details whatsoever on how to go forward with this. "Did you know Cindy has posed as a model a few times? And she has posted great pics of herself." Laura had been browsing Cindy's Instagram feed. She brought her tablet to show me. There she was, pictured in very diverse situations, and, as Laura commented, with quite interesting comments on each shot. Some were professional model shots. Most were travel shots, with her description of the landscapes of distant lands but mostly comments on the local people's moods and behavior; there were her beach shots, wearing mostly skimpy bikinis, the occasional topless in secluded beaches or amidst beachgoers in Southern France; hell, there were shots taken, as she described, in the nudist beaches of Croatia. Her perky tits, full bottom and shaved pubis showed fantastically with her tanned skin. In these she did not show her pussy (so not to be banned?). And then, to make me proud, a set of fully liberating Yoga poses naked on the beach. Cindy commented in them the inspiration for these shots, and actually posting them, from @nude_yogagirl. She was a asiduous follower; which I discovered only a one day later thanks to Cindy herself. Coincidence? It happened in a rather intimate moment after one soft Yoga class. I had mentioned the photos to Cindy. Not hers but the ones from @nude_yogagirl, as if I had just found them. She got all excited that I had seen them so she took out her tablet and opened the page. So Cindy and I observed together how this nude woman posed in very diverse asanas (some with a little twist), not letting sight of pubis or breasts, but her bottom was amply exposed to arouse me. I guess Cindy was more familiar to the roundness on her bottom bare skin. "Look, she is even doing it with another girl... (doing it? that was a leap)... I mean posing together. Haha! they call themselves the nudasisters!". Then she follows to another page with more photos of both. I was really getting aroused; the women bodies were not really in skin-to-skin contact except form some hands and shoulders, and, wait!, the upper hips or lower back... which is to say some part of the soft flesh of their upper bottoms. I wonder how that felt. In one shot their two round asses were less than an inch apart, but I could sense the energy that their bodies must have irradiated. While being that close to someone else, in bare skin, I surely would feel their heat. Cindy did not tell me that she was posing in very similar ways, nor that she posted them. Was she expecting I discover them on my own someday? Did she know that Laura had shown them to me? "Wouldn't it be fun to do the same?" she says. I did not answer, but my mind was racing to imagine how that would go. XIII So Laura has already known Cindy's marvelous sights. It is now my chance to do the same and see for myself all that I have imagined as I think of asking her to perform nude for us. I just have to make the decision to start a new adventure down that path of blurring teaching and loving for I know the rewards will be plenty. And we wished both that Cindy would like us in all our special femininity. Laura had continued showing more pics to me, including an unpublished one sent to her by Cindy. No Yoga this time but a highly, purposely erotic pose. On this shot she was topless and leaning over a counter, her beautiful round ass front and center, her panties down around her upper thighs. This pose, bending over, allowed the swollen folds of her already aroused pussy to show and her labia to hang slightly down, and, higher up, along her crack, a hint of her tight pink rosebud was visible. Her torso close to the counter made her small, pointy, puffy nipples reach down very close to the surface at the end of her smallish breasts. She was looking over her shoulder with a smile to the viewer, the very same smile she had for me in every Yoga class. What did that warm smile really mean? It never occurred to me that she may have been displaying her attraction to me. What would Laura know about that? I think she knew more than she showed, but made her proposition to me knowing what Cindy felt. Later that day, I returned to see the photos again alone. One of Cindy's pics was striking (she was for starters way hotter that the nude girl), showing her dexterity in Yoga: facing away, her legs made a tall vertical tower with the left foot well planted on a rock, and the right leg and foot pointing up to the sky held strongly by the long right arm, while her left arm anchored her down to a rock. Her torso and head were parallel to the floor. The position of the open, vertical legs, made her glutes compact towards each other, not with its muscles tight but with all their full, round, volume protruding from the body in sync with all the other muscles in her body. Her ass crack was as a horizontal, tight gorge, closing the view to the depths of that edge of her body. With Cindy in this pose I would have loved to plant my very open hands on her compacted bottom muscles to feel the fullness of her tail. And then, I imagine, I want to see the other side. I release my grasp on her buttocks and slide my fingertips around her hips to reach the depths of her front side and stop before the wide opening of her vagina, next to one side of her labia. In my imagination my body just floats around following the lead of my fingers and then I admire, up close, her very open flower, wide and colorful in a shaved landscape. Her labia majora are swollen and puffy, wide open, letting the labia minora overflow to its sides expanding its long tips. And there, at the center of the crevasse is the very opening to her depths crowned by a sizeable clitoral hood. I wish this were real: my tongue is dying to explore her vaginal-scape and my nose is vying to smell what I have just seen mostly clammed up and under cloth during our Yoga sessions. Well, let me correct. In Happy Baby pose, with Cindy on her back, I do have a better view: she brings her knees towards her chest and grabbing hold of her feet slides and then opens the legs outwards pushing the knees towards earth. I have imagined how it all looks under the cloth as I stare on that very part of her. I wonder if she has stared at my crotch. Would she have seen it? As I was lying on the sofa dwelling on those views, Laura announces "Cindy is coming tonight!". I totally freaked out.