30-04-2026, 11:26 AM
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“The studio’s actually quite impressive. Professional grade lighting, full backdrop setup. It’s where I do all my modeling work.”
Selvam nodded, setting his coffee mug on the table and followed her.
Summer led him through the living room, down the short hallway to her bedroom. Her bed was neatly made, the white duvet smooth and inviting. Summer watched Selvam’s eyes move over the room, taking in the abstract art on the walls, the small collection of crystals on the windowsill, the stack of books on the nightstand.
“The bathroom’s through there,” she said, gesturing to the closed door. “And the closet...”
“is through here,” Summer continued, gesturing toward the door at the far end of her bedroom. As she moved, her robe parted slightly, revealing the full curve of her thigh where the garter belt connected to her stocking.
She watched Selvam’s eyes follow the line of her leg, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin before snapping back to her face. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, a small muscle working in his cheek.
Summer’s gaze flicked to the bed, the pristine white duvet smooth beneath the morning light, the pillows plump and inviting. She couldn’t shake the image of Selvam’s body pressing her down into that softness, his hands exploring her bare skin. A throb of heat pulsed between her legs, her breath catching as she pictured his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, his mouth on her neck, his cock hard and insistent against her thigh.
“I should show you the studio now,” she said, her voice even despite the turmoil within her. “It’s where I work on the app.”
Selvam nodded, but his eyes lingered on the bed, a spark of lust in their depths. He couldn’t help but visualize Summer laid out before him, her pale skin stark against the crisp sheets. He saw her legs wrapped around his waist, her back arching as he thrust into her wet pussy, her breathy moans filling his ears. His cock stiffened at the thought, pressing uncomfortably against his zipper.
Summer noticed the shift in his expression, the subtle change in his breathing. She knew he was picturing the same raw, carnal scene that had been playing on a loop in her own mind since he’d arrived. Her pussy clenched at the thought of his touch, her nipples hardening beneath the thin lace of her bra.
“After you,” she said, her voice a low husk, betraying the intensity of her imagination.
She moved to the door “The office is across the hall,” she said, leading him back into the corridor. “It‘s where I do most of my coding work.”
The office was smaller than the bedroom, but no less carefully designed.
“This is impressive,” he said, genuine appreciation in his voice.
Selvam nodded, understanding in his eyes. “Vanitha was so excited about the app. She’s been trying to address that issue with her boutique for years.”
The mention of Vanitha’s name hung in the air between them. Summer felt a small twist in her stomach… not jealousy or guilt exactly, but a reminder of the complex situation they were navigating. She moved to the door, suddenly eager to change the subject.
“The studio’s back this way,” she said, leading him down the hall to the room she’d fled just twenty minutes earlier.
The space looked exactly as she’d left it… the white seamless backdrop still in place, the strobe lights and soft boxes adjusted to its perfect angle, the camera on its tripod pointed at the empty space where Summer had stood. The pile of discarded lingerie had been hastily pushed to the side of the room, but not before Selvam’s eyes caught on the tangle of lace and silk.
“You were shooting when I arrived,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
Summer nodded, moving to the camera. “Test shots for a Honey Birdette campaign. They’re launching a new line next month.” She picked up the remote, scrolling through the images on the small display screen. “These are just the preliminaries. The real shoot is next week.”
She handed him the camera, watching as he scrolled through the images. His finger paused on the camera dial. The image on the screen showed Summer from behind, her red lace thong the only thing covering her, the curve of her ass perfectly framed by the camera.
“It’s part of the series,” Summer said, her voice steadier than she’d expected. “The ‘getting ready’ theme. Putting on the makeup, doing the hair, trying on different pieces.”
Selvam nodded, but didn’t scroll to the next image. His eyes remained fixed on the screen, on the curve of Summer’s body captured in high definition. “It‘s beautiful,” he said finally. “You’re beautiful.”
Selvam’s heart was pounding looking at Summer in her lingerie for the first time, know that lingerie is under that robe.
The simple compliment sent a jolt of heat through Summer’s body. She reached for the camera, her fingers brushing against Selvam’s as she took it from his hands. “Would you like to take one?” she asked, the question coming out before she could stop it. “I mean, would you like to try the camera?”
For a long moment, Selvam didn’t answer. His eyes moved from the camera to Summer’s face, searching for something… permission, perhaps, or confirmation that he’d heard correctly.
“Yes,” he said finally. “I’d like that.”
Summer handed him the camera, then moved to stand in front of the backdrop. The white seamless curved behind her, creating the illusion of infinite space. She positioned herself in the center of the frame, the silk robe falling open just enough to reveal a hint of the pink lace bra beneath.
“Like this?” she asked, striking a casual pose… one hand on her hip, head tilted slightly to the side.
Selvam raised the camera to his eye, adjusting the focus with a practiced motion. “Perfect,” he said, his voice coming from behind the viewfinder. “Just like that.”
The camera clicked. Summer held the pose for a moment longer, then shifted, turning to profile. The robe slipped further open, revealing the full curve of her breast encased in pink lace. Another click.
“You’re a natural,” Selvam said, lowering the camera slightly.
“I’ve had practice,” Summer replied, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She’s a professional lingerie model and she moved like one.
She moved again, turning her back to the camera, then glancing over her shoulder. The pose was deliberately provocative… her ass outlined by the thin silk, the curve of her spine visible where the robe had fallen open. “How’s this?”
The camera clicked again, but Selvam didn’t answer. Summer turned to find him watching her over the top of the viewfinder, his eyes dark with something that made her breath catch in her throat.
“I think,” he said slowly, “that the robe is in the way of the shot.”
Summer’s heart hammered against her ribs. She cannot believe he actually said it.
Her hand went to the belt of the robe, fingers trembling slightly against the silk. The suggestion hung in the air between them, charged with possibility and danger. For weeks she had fantasized about this moment, about him seeing her, wanting her. But now that it was happening, a small voice of doubt whispered in the back of her mind.
Was this too fast? Was she moving too quickly? What about Vanitha, who had given her permission but also had her own complicated relationship with Selvam? What about the business partnership they had built, the trust they had established?
Summer’s heart pounded against her ribs. The studio suddenly felt too warm, the air too thick. She could feel Selvam’s eyes on her, waiting, wanting. The camera in his hands seemed to grow heavier with each passing second
“I...” she began, then stopped. Her fingers still rested on the belt, neither tightening nor loosening the knot. “I should...”
The word hung unfinished. She wanted to say she should keep the robe on, that this was a business meeting first and foremost. But her body betrayed her, the memory of his eyes on her exposed skin making her nipples harden against the pink lace.
Selvam lowered the camera, his expression serious “Summer,” Selvam said, his voice gentle. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
The words hung in the air between them. Summer’s hand remained on the belt, her knuckles white against the ivory silk. Her mind raced with conflicting desires… the professional partnership they had built, the trust Vanitha had extended, the weeks of fantasy that had led to this moment.
“I want to,” she whispered, the admission making her cheeks flush. “But I’m scared.”
Selvam set the camera down on the tripod, taking a step toward her. The distance between them seemed to shrink with each breath.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked, his voice low and warm.
Summer swallowed hard. “That this changes everything. Our working relationship. My friendship with Vanitha. What if we cross this line and can’t go back?”
Selvam moved closer, close enough that she could smell the clean scent of his skin, the faint hint of sandalwood. “Some lines are meant to be crossed,” he said softly. “But only when both people are ready.”
They stood inches apart, close enough that Summer could feel the heat radiating from Selvam’s body, could smell the faint scent of sandalwood that clung to his skin. Her nipples had hardened to points beneath the thin lace, visibly pressing against the fabric. Between her legs, she was already wet, the sensitive flesh swelling with anticipation.
“I accidentally saw your pictures,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “On Vanitha’s phone.
Selvam’s posture stiffened, his shoulders squaring. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to match hers. “What pictures?”
“Those in her hidden folder. Of you,” Summer said, her gaze dropping for a moment before flicking back to his face.
Selvam’s world tilted on its axis… everything blurred at the edges as her words penetrated his consciousness. She knew. She had seen. Not just the photos, but the truth of what he had done with Vanitha. His daughter-in-law.
“Summer,” he said, his voice barely recognizable to his own ears. “What exactly did you see?”
Selvam felt the blood drain from his face as he waited for her answer. His mind raced through the possibilities… how much did she know? Which photos had she seen? The thought of Summer viewing those intimate moments, of her knowing the forbidden nature of his relationship with Vanitha, sent a cold wave of shame washing through him.
“I saw everything,” Summer said quietly. “The photos in her hidden folder. The two of you together. The way she looked at you.”
Selvam took a step back, his hand finding the edge of the tripod for support. The camera wobbled precariously. “And you’re still here? Still standing in front of me like this?”
Summer didn’t flinch. “Vanitha gave me permission, Selvam. She told me to pursue what I want. To tell you when I was ready.”
The white seamless backdrop that had seemed so innocuous moments ago now felt like a confession booth. Selvam’s heart hammered against his ribs as conflicting emotions tore through him… shame at being discovered, confusion at Vanitha’s permission, and beneath it all.
Summer smiled, a small, private curve of her lips. “She told me, about taking what I want. About not waiting for permission.”
Selvam exhaled slowly, his gaze dropping for a moment to the thin strap of her bra pressed against rose-toned lace, then lifting back to her eyes. “Vanitha said the same thing to me,” he said quietly. “To go after my desire.”
Summer’s pulse raced. She swallowed, her voice dropping to a whisper. “What do you desire, Selvam?”
Selvam didn’t answer with words.
Instead, he reached for Summer, his hands finding the gap in her loosely belted robe. His fingers slid beneath the thin silk, warm against the bare skin of her waist. The contact sent a shock through Summer’s body, her breath catching in her throat as he pulled her toward him.
“You,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “This.”
He held her chin with one hand, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, searching her face as if memorizing every detail. Summer’s heart hammered against her ribs as she waited, suspended between wanting and having.
“The studio’s actually quite impressive. Professional grade lighting, full backdrop setup. It’s where I do all my modeling work.”
Selvam nodded, setting his coffee mug on the table and followed her.
Summer led him through the living room, down the short hallway to her bedroom. Her bed was neatly made, the white duvet smooth and inviting. Summer watched Selvam’s eyes move over the room, taking in the abstract art on the walls, the small collection of crystals on the windowsill, the stack of books on the nightstand.
“The bathroom’s through there,” she said, gesturing to the closed door. “And the closet...”
“is through here,” Summer continued, gesturing toward the door at the far end of her bedroom. As she moved, her robe parted slightly, revealing the full curve of her thigh where the garter belt connected to her stocking.
She watched Selvam’s eyes follow the line of her leg, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin before snapping back to her face. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, a small muscle working in his cheek.
Summer’s gaze flicked to the bed, the pristine white duvet smooth beneath the morning light, the pillows plump and inviting. She couldn’t shake the image of Selvam’s body pressing her down into that softness, his hands exploring her bare skin. A throb of heat pulsed between her legs, her breath catching as she pictured his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, his mouth on her neck, his cock hard and insistent against her thigh.
“I should show you the studio now,” she said, her voice even despite the turmoil within her. “It’s where I work on the app.”
Selvam nodded, but his eyes lingered on the bed, a spark of lust in their depths. He couldn’t help but visualize Summer laid out before him, her pale skin stark against the crisp sheets. He saw her legs wrapped around his waist, her back arching as he thrust into her wet pussy, her breathy moans filling his ears. His cock stiffened at the thought, pressing uncomfortably against his zipper.
Summer noticed the shift in his expression, the subtle change in his breathing. She knew he was picturing the same raw, carnal scene that had been playing on a loop in her own mind since he’d arrived. Her pussy clenched at the thought of his touch, her nipples hardening beneath the thin lace of her bra.
“After you,” she said, her voice a low husk, betraying the intensity of her imagination.
She moved to the door “The office is across the hall,” she said, leading him back into the corridor. “It‘s where I do most of my coding work.”
The office was smaller than the bedroom, but no less carefully designed.
“This is impressive,” he said, genuine appreciation in his voice.
Selvam nodded, understanding in his eyes. “Vanitha was so excited about the app. She’s been trying to address that issue with her boutique for years.”
The mention of Vanitha’s name hung in the air between them. Summer felt a small twist in her stomach… not jealousy or guilt exactly, but a reminder of the complex situation they were navigating. She moved to the door, suddenly eager to change the subject.
“The studio’s back this way,” she said, leading him down the hall to the room she’d fled just twenty minutes earlier.
The space looked exactly as she’d left it… the white seamless backdrop still in place, the strobe lights and soft boxes adjusted to its perfect angle, the camera on its tripod pointed at the empty space where Summer had stood. The pile of discarded lingerie had been hastily pushed to the side of the room, but not before Selvam’s eyes caught on the tangle of lace and silk.
“You were shooting when I arrived,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
Summer nodded, moving to the camera. “Test shots for a Honey Birdette campaign. They’re launching a new line next month.” She picked up the remote, scrolling through the images on the small display screen. “These are just the preliminaries. The real shoot is next week.”
She handed him the camera, watching as he scrolled through the images. His finger paused on the camera dial. The image on the screen showed Summer from behind, her red lace thong the only thing covering her, the curve of her ass perfectly framed by the camera.
“It’s part of the series,” Summer said, her voice steadier than she’d expected. “The ‘getting ready’ theme. Putting on the makeup, doing the hair, trying on different pieces.”
Selvam nodded, but didn’t scroll to the next image. His eyes remained fixed on the screen, on the curve of Summer’s body captured in high definition. “It‘s beautiful,” he said finally. “You’re beautiful.”
Selvam’s heart was pounding looking at Summer in her lingerie for the first time, know that lingerie is under that robe.
The simple compliment sent a jolt of heat through Summer’s body. She reached for the camera, her fingers brushing against Selvam’s as she took it from his hands. “Would you like to take one?” she asked, the question coming out before she could stop it. “I mean, would you like to try the camera?”
For a long moment, Selvam didn’t answer. His eyes moved from the camera to Summer’s face, searching for something… permission, perhaps, or confirmation that he’d heard correctly.
“Yes,” he said finally. “I’d like that.”
Summer handed him the camera, then moved to stand in front of the backdrop. The white seamless curved behind her, creating the illusion of infinite space. She positioned herself in the center of the frame, the silk robe falling open just enough to reveal a hint of the pink lace bra beneath.
“Like this?” she asked, striking a casual pose… one hand on her hip, head tilted slightly to the side.
Selvam raised the camera to his eye, adjusting the focus with a practiced motion. “Perfect,” he said, his voice coming from behind the viewfinder. “Just like that.”
The camera clicked. Summer held the pose for a moment longer, then shifted, turning to profile. The robe slipped further open, revealing the full curve of her breast encased in pink lace. Another click.
“You’re a natural,” Selvam said, lowering the camera slightly.
“I’ve had practice,” Summer replied, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She’s a professional lingerie model and she moved like one.
She moved again, turning her back to the camera, then glancing over her shoulder. The pose was deliberately provocative… her ass outlined by the thin silk, the curve of her spine visible where the robe had fallen open. “How’s this?”
The camera clicked again, but Selvam didn’t answer. Summer turned to find him watching her over the top of the viewfinder, his eyes dark with something that made her breath catch in her throat.
“I think,” he said slowly, “that the robe is in the way of the shot.”
Summer’s heart hammered against her ribs. She cannot believe he actually said it.
Her hand went to the belt of the robe, fingers trembling slightly against the silk. The suggestion hung in the air between them, charged with possibility and danger. For weeks she had fantasized about this moment, about him seeing her, wanting her. But now that it was happening, a small voice of doubt whispered in the back of her mind.
Was this too fast? Was she moving too quickly? What about Vanitha, who had given her permission but also had her own complicated relationship with Selvam? What about the business partnership they had built, the trust they had established?
Summer’s heart pounded against her ribs. The studio suddenly felt too warm, the air too thick. She could feel Selvam’s eyes on her, waiting, wanting. The camera in his hands seemed to grow heavier with each passing second
“I...” she began, then stopped. Her fingers still rested on the belt, neither tightening nor loosening the knot. “I should...”
The word hung unfinished. She wanted to say she should keep the robe on, that this was a business meeting first and foremost. But her body betrayed her, the memory of his eyes on her exposed skin making her nipples harden against the pink lace.
Selvam lowered the camera, his expression serious “Summer,” Selvam said, his voice gentle. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
The words hung in the air between them. Summer’s hand remained on the belt, her knuckles white against the ivory silk. Her mind raced with conflicting desires… the professional partnership they had built, the trust Vanitha had extended, the weeks of fantasy that had led to this moment.
“I want to,” she whispered, the admission making her cheeks flush. “But I’m scared.”
Selvam set the camera down on the tripod, taking a step toward her. The distance between them seemed to shrink with each breath.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked, his voice low and warm.
Summer swallowed hard. “That this changes everything. Our working relationship. My friendship with Vanitha. What if we cross this line and can’t go back?”
Selvam moved closer, close enough that she could smell the clean scent of his skin, the faint hint of sandalwood. “Some lines are meant to be crossed,” he said softly. “But only when both people are ready.”
They stood inches apart, close enough that Summer could feel the heat radiating from Selvam’s body, could smell the faint scent of sandalwood that clung to his skin. Her nipples had hardened to points beneath the thin lace, visibly pressing against the fabric. Between her legs, she was already wet, the sensitive flesh swelling with anticipation.
“I accidentally saw your pictures,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “On Vanitha’s phone.
Selvam’s posture stiffened, his shoulders squaring. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to match hers. “What pictures?”
“Those in her hidden folder. Of you,” Summer said, her gaze dropping for a moment before flicking back to his face.
Selvam’s world tilted on its axis… everything blurred at the edges as her words penetrated his consciousness. She knew. She had seen. Not just the photos, but the truth of what he had done with Vanitha. His daughter-in-law.
“Summer,” he said, his voice barely recognizable to his own ears. “What exactly did you see?”
Selvam felt the blood drain from his face as he waited for her answer. His mind raced through the possibilities… how much did she know? Which photos had she seen? The thought of Summer viewing those intimate moments, of her knowing the forbidden nature of his relationship with Vanitha, sent a cold wave of shame washing through him.
“I saw everything,” Summer said quietly. “The photos in her hidden folder. The two of you together. The way she looked at you.”
Selvam took a step back, his hand finding the edge of the tripod for support. The camera wobbled precariously. “And you’re still here? Still standing in front of me like this?”
Summer didn’t flinch. “Vanitha gave me permission, Selvam. She told me to pursue what I want. To tell you when I was ready.”
The white seamless backdrop that had seemed so innocuous moments ago now felt like a confession booth. Selvam’s heart hammered against his ribs as conflicting emotions tore through him… shame at being discovered, confusion at Vanitha’s permission, and beneath it all.
Summer smiled, a small, private curve of her lips. “She told me, about taking what I want. About not waiting for permission.”
Selvam exhaled slowly, his gaze dropping for a moment to the thin strap of her bra pressed against rose-toned lace, then lifting back to her eyes. “Vanitha said the same thing to me,” he said quietly. “To go after my desire.”
Summer’s pulse raced. She swallowed, her voice dropping to a whisper. “What do you desire, Selvam?”
Selvam didn’t answer with words.
Instead, he reached for Summer, his hands finding the gap in her loosely belted robe. His fingers slid beneath the thin silk, warm against the bare skin of her waist. The contact sent a shock through Summer’s body, her breath catching in her throat as he pulled her toward him.
“You,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “This.”
He held her chin with one hand, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, searching her face as if memorizing every detail. Summer’s heart hammered against her ribs as she waited, suspended between wanting and having.
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