Message-ID: <1414eli$9706111509@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Modita Subject: The adventures of Modita Part 1 Part 1 of the adventures of Modita This is intended for adults, if you are under 18, delete this file and do not read any further. The people in this story are real, so any resemblance to anybody out there is intentional :) My First Day In America Since I've started chatting on the various chat chanels, I have been asked so many times to do cybersex, and it's really something that I don't like to do, it's really very boring to me. What I do like to do is talk about sex, I love to tell people my various adventures and fantasies and I also love to hear about other peoples too (they give me ideas!). What I am tired of doing is retelling everything over and over, so I decided to write some of them down and send them to people who ask me for them and possibly post them in some of the newsgroups. I guess I should start by describing myself. I am 25 years old, married and the mother to three children. Physically I am 5'1, 120lbs, with light brown hair and brown eyes, and my measurements are 36c-27-36. I am latina, born in Mexico. I came to the United States at the age of 15, completely innocent, without even thinking about sex at all. My family needed money, there aren't many jobs in the little town where I come from. My first sexual encounter came the day after I came here. I came here illegally, without papers, and I was staying at the house of the coyote that crossed me over the border in Los Angeles. There were so many people at the house and I was very homesick, I just needed some time by myself, so I went to the nearest stores, a Kmart if I remember correctly. Anyway, because I couldn't bring much with me, I needed to buy some clothes, and even though I was very innocent at the time, I still liked to wear clothes that are revealing, even then I loved to show off my body. The only difference between then and now is that at the time, I didn't realize how I affected men by dressing so revealingly. After I bought my clothes, lots of underwear and a couple of jeans, and some very short skirts and tops, I went back to the coyotes house. I still wanted to be by myself, so I changed into one of my new outfits and went to the nearest park. I should describe the outfit to you now, it was bright pink, and the skirt was very short, and also very loose, so that when I turned in certain ways, tou could see everything underneath, and the blouse was also very short, coming down just below my ribcage, so even though it didn't show very much cleavage, it did show alot. SInce this was the first time I was ever away from my parents, and they were very jealous about the way I dresses, never letting me wear clothes too revealing, I decided to wear this outfit without a bra, and even at 15 I was well developed, using a size 34b bra at the time. Off I went to the park, by myself, in a big city for the first time, not able to communicate with anybody, and also without my family for the first time. I was at a the park, just watching people go by, when this guy came up to me and started talking to me in spanish. He was asking me all kinds of things, like my name, how old I was, what I was doing at the park by myself. Not really knowing any better, and feeling very lonely, I answered all of his questions. Then he started to tell me how pretty I was and how my outfit really made me look very beautiful. He was really making me feel good about myself. Then he asked me if he could take my picture. At first I asked why and told him that no, I didn't like to get my picture taken, but he continued by saying that he would never see me again and he wanted something to remember me by. So I finally relented and let him take my picture. He took one picture of me and when I told him that was enough, he told me that I wasn't smiling, he needed another one. Every time he took a picture, he had another reason to ask for another one. Finally he used the whole roll of film, then as he loaded another roll into his camera, he asked to take some more of me, but if I could try to some "sexy" poses. By this time I had started to like him, and I loved having somebody watching me an dtaking pictures of me, telling me how beautiful I was and how good these pictures were going to be, so I told him OK. So I started posing for him, in what I thought he wanted, what I thought was sexy. He took a couple of pictures like that, then he asked me to lift my blouse up a little. No, I said, there are people here that can see. Then he asked if we went someplace else, not so public, if he could take a couple of pictures of me like that. By this time I was confused, I liked him, but I knew that I shouldn't it, but I was also flattered and feeling adventurous, so I told him that I would. As we got into his car, his hand brushed up against me a little, but I didn't think anything of it. Soon we were at his house, as we walked in I saw that he had a photo studio all set up. This backed up what he was telling me, that he was a profesional photographer, and that was all he wanted from me, a few pictures. He sat me down on the posing chair and asked me if I wanted anything to drink, I was dying of thirst so I asked for a Pepsi. He brought it to me in a glass, then he pulled a plastic bag full of white powder and asked me if I wanted some. I didn't have any idea what it was, but while he was waiting for my answer, he put some on a mirror and sniffed some up his nose. Now I knew what it was and told him no. Then he asked me if I wanted some champaign. I had never drank alchohal before, and wanted to know what it was like, so I accepted the glass he gave me. He started taking pictures of me, first by having me twirl around, letting my skirt flow up, then he asked me to lift up my top a little. This was it, I didn't want to, but I felt I owed him, so I lifted it up a little bit, not quite showing my nipples, but showing their form and shape. He took a couple like this when he told me to let my blouse back down. Happily I did. Then he walked up to me and smiled, and gave me a little kiss, told me thanks for those pictures and if I wanted some more champaign. I really liked the taste, so I asked for some more and by now I was getting a little tipsy. He looked at me and asked me to take off my panties and twirl around. I looked at him and even though I knew that I shouldn't, I asked him if I could go into the other room to take them off. I went to the next room, quickly drank another glass of champaign, took of my panties, wondered why they were wet, and walked back into the studio. He then had me walk around sexily and do some twirls for him. He then walked up to me, gave me another kiss, that I accepted and returned. He then asked me to slowly remove the top. I did this, for the first time in my life letting somebody see my breasts. He was really letting me know how sexy I was and I was really getting into it. He then asked me to slowly take off the skirt. Knowing that I had already let him see everything, I quickly removed it. He took one picture and then walked up to me, hugged me, putting his hand on my rear, and asked me if I was a virgin. I told him that I was and that I was waiting until I was married. He smiled at me and told me that was fine, that if I did everything that he asked, when I left there, I was still going to be a virgin. I smiled at him and kissed him. By now I was really out of it, I could barely stand straight, he laid me on the floor and started taking more pictures. I heard a knock on the door and saw another guy walk in, I started to cover up, but the photographer guy, I didn't even know his name, told me to relax. I couldn't find anything to cover up with anyway so I just sat there. After a while, he started to take more pictures of me, while this guy watched. I was paying attention to the photographer, holding my legs open, when all of a sudden I turned and saw that the guy was standing next to me, naked, with a huge hard on, handing me another glass of champaign. I started to get up but again the photographer told me to relax, that he just wanted a few sexy photos of me. So I quickly drank the champaign. He then asked me to reach out and touch the cock. I had never seen one before and was very curious about what it felt like, and I was also very "caliente", even though I didn't even realize what it was that I was feeling. He took a few pictures of me like that, and asked me to kiss it for him. That is truthfully the last thing that I remember about that day. When I finally awoke, the photographer asked me for the address of where I was going to live so he could send me some pictures, and also to sign a couple of forms for him. Not knowing any better, I did. Six months later, I got a package in the mail from him, there was a check for $100, and a copy of a magazine, called Young Latinas. I opened it up, and there I was, in my little pink outfit, on down to these other pictures of me with a cock in my mouth, and some more with my pussy being licked and some with me with my fingers inside of me. I really don't think that I was de-virginized at the time, or else there would have been some pictures of me getting fucked. But when I did lose my virginity four years later, I didn't bleed, so who knows. That's it for now, anybody who liked this story and would like to read some more, email me at Modita@ameritech.net. I will soon have some more written to send out to anybody interested. By the way, I am not somebody asking you to come to my website and pay with your Visa to see more, I don't have any nude pictures of me, although if somebody could come up with those pictures of me, then I would have some :) I threw away the magazine at the time, I couldn't let anybody see them. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /