Akira

I'm 16 years old right now. And from the time I was about 12, people always told me that someday I would be a model. So I guess people thought I was pretty, and I had been in many dance recitals.

When I was 12, I was already 5'5" and developing a very nice figure. My mom had high hopes that one day I'd be gracing the covers of all the leading magazines. But she wanted me to wait until I was about 16 before pursuing that goal.

On my 16th birthday, my mom contacted a very big modeling agency here in Toronto, Canada, and told them about me. Of course, they were quite skeptical, since mothers always call them raving about their daughters' looks. So they asked her to send in some photos before they could arrange an interview. My mom took me shopping at Zellers where we bought about three or four really nice outfits, and then rushed me to a fashion photographer for a session that took hours, and cost my mom several hundred dollars. Wow, was that guy expensive. But the pictures were beautiful. You know, fashion stuff, face shots, nothing revealing or anything like that. After all, I was only 16. My mother sent about 10 of the photos to the agency, and we waited on pins and needles for days for a phone call.

About five days later, the agency called and said they wanted to meet me in person. I couldn't believe it. It was so exciting. Of course, we went out and bought another outfit for the occasion. When the big day arrived, my mother drove me to the agency. She sat in the lobby while this woman talked to me. I was very nervous and don't really remember everything she said. But I recall her telling me that I was quite striking, with the ideal blend of features that should guarantee a very successful modeling career. I was simply blown away by the response and my mother and I giggled about it all the way home. The next day a messenger delivered a plane ticket to New York for me, so that I could meet the people in the home office of the agency. My mother was a little concerned about my going alone, but she couldn't afford to come so we made plans for me to go alone.

The flight was pretty uneventful. But when I landed, there was some guy in a chauffeur's outfit holding a sign with my name on it. I walked up, told him who I was, and he told me to follow him. He led me to the baggage area, where he picked up my suitcase, then we left the terminal. Right in front of the American Airlines terminal was the biggest limousine I'd ever seen. It seemed about 20 feet long and all the windows were blacked out. I felt like such a princess as I slipped into it.

I just couldn't believe that all this was happening to me as I watched the sights, fly by, as we drove into Manhattan. He stopped in front of a huge building, came around and opened my door, offered me his hand to help me out, then led me into the elevator. When the doors opened, I realized that I was in the modeling agency, and that they had the whole floor.

I asked for Ms. LeClare and told them who I was. The receptionist, who was very pretty, told me that they'd been expecting me. She called Ms. LeClare on the intercom and said she'd only be a minute. I sat in this cushy overstuffed leather chair for what was probably only 30 seconds, until this incredible woman just floated out from around the corner. When I saw her, my mouth just dropped open, she was gorgeous. She smiled at me and said, "Hi, Akira, why don't we go out to dinner and talk about your future". I must have babbled something because she giggled and led me to the elevator. When we reached the ground floor, the chauffeur was waiting for us and led us to the limo.

It was getting dark and I had trouble figuring out where I was. But as we drove, Ms. LeClare made small talk while she pointed out all the sights and explained their significance. As I mentioned, she was absolutely stunning and I had this feeling that I'd seen her somewhere before. Anyway, the limo dropped us at the swankiest restaurant I've ever seen, where we were seated in a corner booth. The menu was entirely in French and I had no idea what it said. She offered to order for me. We started off with a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne and I commented that the bubbles tickled my nose. After my second or third glass, I told her that she looked familiar to me. She giggled and said that was probably because she was a very successful model until about a year ago when she became an agent. I could have kicked myself for not recognizing her from the cover of Cosmo. She told me that she had promised herself that she would get out of modeling by the time she was 30, and she had done it much earlier.

She was now very rich and very successful. She explained that she didn't need to become an agent, but that she did it because she likes to work. I was just fascinated by her.

Dinner arrived and I didn't really know which fork to use for what, so I watched her and followed her cues. I said at one point, "Ms. LeClare, you're so beautiful. I can't imagine you ever wanting to stop modeling". She smiled and said, "First of all, my name is Marie. Please call me that. I feel so old when you call me Ms. LeClare." She then went on to explain that she'd done about everything a girl could do in modeling. She made quite a bit of money that she invested. She was, as she put it, "Very comfortable". I couldn't take my eyes off of Marie. Every move she made was just like a ballerina in nature; very graceful and extremely fluid and confident. As we prepared to leave, two gentlemen rushed up to us and wrapped our coats around our shoulders. What an awesome experience that was.

Outside the restaurant, we got back into the limo and Marie instructed the driver to make a loop through the area so that I could see more sights. Marie opened a small cherrywood door that turned out to be a refrigerator, and she opened another bottle of champagne. As she drank from her glass, I watched her intently and noticed how absolutely flawless her skin was. She had the high cheek bones you'd expect from a model, cascading down to lovely porcelain skin on her neck and chest. Her chest? I had hardly noticed all through dinner that she was wearing a spectacular dress with a breathtaking plunging neckline that revealed the tops of her magnificent breasts. As I stared at her, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I think she saw me looking at her. We continued our drive, and she showed me the outskirts of Central Park. I told her I'd love to get out and see the park, but she told me that was a no-no at night in New York. Instead, she instructed the driver to take us to the west side of the park. He did, then stopped the car and opened the door for us. We slipped out and went into a lovely old building. In the elevator Marie told me that this was her apartment and that I could feel free to stay there while I was in New York. She assured me that she had three bedrooms and that I wouldn't get in her way at all. Once I saw the apartment, she didn't need to ask me twice, it was fabulous, loaded with the type of furniture and knickknacks you only see in magazines. We were there only two minutes when there was a knock on the door. Marie opened it and the driver walked in with my suitcase. She instructed him to put it in the guest bedroom.

When he left, Marie asked if I'd like to take a Jacuzzi. It sounded like a great idea to me. She showed me where the Jacuzzi was and said that I should change and she would join me in a minute.

I went into my bedroom and counted my blessings. One, for being lucky enough to be here in the first place, two, for being pretty enough to be at the brink of a modeling career, and three, for remembering to pack my bathing suit. I quickly took off my dress and underwear, then changed into my suit. It was one of those new bikinis made from wet suit material that I had seen in a fashion magazine. I made my way from the bedroom to the Jacuzzi and stuck my toe in the water. It was warm and made me feel good, so I climbed in all the way. It was then that I noticed the Jacuzzi was in the corner of the room where two huge windows come together to allow a view of practically all of Central Park. In the dark below, I could barely make out the trees and a few small buildings in the park.

I was still gawking out the window when I felt a splash next to me. Marie had climbed into the Jacuzzi. She was wearing a pink thigh-length silk robe and carrying yet another bottle of champagne and two glasses, which she set down on a ledge. She then opened the robe and revealed that she was stark naked underneath. Without batting an eye, she removed the robe and draped it across the back of a chair. I just stared at her, this goddess of a woman who was standing before me. All evening long I had noticed how lovely her hair was, jet black and perfectly wavy. I wished that I had hair like that. But now I noticed that she had jet black pubic hair too, just a small wispy triangle. And her breasts were magnificent. Not overly large (after all, she was a model), but definitely she was busty. They seemed to be the ideal size, and I scanned every inch of her 5'6" body.

Marie finally removed the foil and the cork from the bottle and sat down in the Jacuzzi, letting out a sigh at its relaxing warmth. She poured us both a glass of champagne and we sat back and looked out the windows . We sat silently for about two minutes and just took in the night outside. This being my fifth glass of champagne tonight, I was feeling very mellow. Marie was the first to break the silence. "How tall are you, Akira?" "I guess I'm about 5'5", I said. "Good", she said, and asked me to stand up. I held onto the sides of the Jacuzzi for support and stood up. She looked at me up and down, as if appraising me. "Are you aware", she asked, "that you'll probably never wear a bra as a model?" I hadn't really thought about it before. But after she asked, I thought about all the fashion magazine covers I'd seen over the years. She was right. None of the models ever seemed to wear bras. She added, "You have a lovely figure. Your breasts are a little larger than you typically see on a model. But the trend is turning around toward larger breasts these days. So you should find yourself with plenty of work. Do you sag at all?" This seemed like an odd question to ask a 16 year old girl. But Marie assured me that youth is no guarantee of a firm bust. Most girls sag from the moment they develop breasts. "Akira, take your top off and let's have a look at them". Whether it was the champagne, my excitement at becoming a model or what, I immediately began taking my top off without giving it a second thought. As Marie sat there, I watched her appraising my boobs. "Yes, quite lovely. Very firm and with distinctively pronounced nipples", she added. I was always a little uptight by my nipples because they stuck out so far when they were erect. But Marie assured me, that was a virtue in the modeling business, and I felt better about it. "Turn around please", she instructed. And I did. "You have a wonderful rear end that will look very good in lingerie ads.

Take of your bottom, will you, Akira?" Well, no need to tell you that I did. As I was taking them off, I noticed her eyes riveted on my breasts as they hung straight down. She giggled and offered, "You have such lovely red hair. I was wondering if you also had red pubic hair, too. It's nice to see that you do".

I sat back down in the Jacuzzi and we spent the next two hours talking about modeling, about the kind of things that I could expect. The travel, the excitement, the celebrities that I would meet. Marie told me several stories about some of the people she'd met. Warren Beatty, Cybill Shephard, Richard Gere, and dozens of others.

We drank and talked and drank and talked. We had so much fun. Finally, she stood up, stepped out of the water, took a towel and invited me to do the same. When I stood up, she began toweling off my back while I toweled my front. Then she turned around and I toweled her back. I marveled at her lovely body as I worked my way down to the backs of her legs. "Have you ever had a hot oil rub, Akira?" she asked. I hadn't. And she instructed me to lie on the ledge next to the Jacuzzi. I placed the towel on the tiles and laid down on it. I watched as she turned on a small white machine. A red light glowed as it heated up the oil.

After about 45 seconds she held her hand under an opening in the machine and pressed a button. I saw a small quantity of oil being poured into her hand. She turned and rubbed the oil into my back and shoulders. It felt heavenly. She rubbed for several seconds and then got some more oil, which she massaged into the backs of my legs. God, this felt good, and I nearly giggled at the thought of how different this trip would have been had my mother accompanied me.

"Okay, gorgeous", she purred, "flip over!" As I slowly turned my body over I watched while Marie got some more oil. She turned back to me and went right to my feet. She rubbed the oil all over my feet and in between each toe. It felt so good. She got more oil and moved up to my long legs. First, the calf area, then the knees, then the thighs. She had magical hands. Marie squirted some more oil onto her hands and then rubbed it into my stomach, which felt marvelous. She was careful not to touch my boobies when she moved her hands up to my chest and neck. Marie was very polite.

"How does this feel?" she asked. I said the truth. "This feels better than anything I've ever felt before. Marie got some more oil and turned back to look at me. She watched me for several moments and I watched her in return. Finally, and so simply, she asked "Yes?" I nodded. And Marie placed both of her hands on my breasts and massaged in the oil. This sent a quiver through my body and flipped on a switch that had never before been triggered. Here I was, a 16 year old girl. A virgin. Always dreaming about boys. Away from home for the first time. About to become a model. And with this flawless creature, her hands exploring a part of me that only I had touched until then. I could only close my eyes and just submit to her touch. Marie retrieved some more oil and rubbed it into my thighs. I noticed her parting my thighs slightly, yet did nothing to refuse her. She kneaded my inner thighs and went no further, awaiting a silent command from me.

I opened my eyes and saw her above me. Her face was full of anticipation. I reached up and put a hand to her shoulder and reflected on its softness. Then I allowed my hand to trail down to one of her breasts. It filled my hand and felt softer than soft. My palm rubbed over the front of her breast and gently lingered on her now erect nipple. She leaned down and kissed me on the neck which sent a lightening bolt straight down my body to my pussy. All at once I was very, very wet. And she placed her lovely lips on mine, carefully sucking in my bottom lip. As she probed my mouth, I was aware that I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I ran them down her back as far as I could reach, stopping at her lovely butt.

Marie was breathing heavier now and pulled herself away from me. She spread a towel on the floor next to the Jacuzzi and sat on it with her back leaning against the Jacuzzi. "Here, darling, put your head in my lap!" she implored. I moved down to the floor, on my back with my head resting in her lap. She cradled my head in her hands and I could hear her humming. She pulled my head up slightly and kissed me full on the mouth. She returned my head to her lap and stroked my stomach. When I looked up at her face, I saw her beautiful tits. And I just had to taste them. So I nursed from her as she cradled my head. It was delicious.

Marie was breathing very hard now as I returned my head to her lap. She rubbed my breasts to get some oil on her hands, then parted my legs. And with two fingers she gently twisted and stroked my clit. It was throbbing at her touch and my pussy was gushing with wetness. Marie penetrated me with her finger and my body went stiff. I pulled her hand into me and closed my legs around it. As my heart pounded, my face went numb, my eyes saw nothing, and my body went into spasms. And I still pulled her hand into me. Throughout the night, Marie devoted herself to my body, and me to hers. She showed me how to love her wonderful pussy and her ass. And we made love into the morning. We exhausted our supply of oil long before our supply of orgasms ran out. Needless to say, I'm on my way to becoming a world famous model.