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Author's Note.
This story is entirely a work of fiction. It is for entertainment
purposes only and does not reflect the author's views or
attitudes. It contains scenes of sexual activities with a minor
and the author does not condone this. This work may not be
reproduced for profit without the author's express permission. If
you feel you would be offended by the content, or underage,
please proceed no further. ..The Katz



The Russian Girl (Part 8)


By Katzmarek


You know, one drawback of having a convertible sports-car is that
you can't put it through a car-wash.  Not unless you want it full
of water or the rag-top ruined. That means I have to wash it by
hand, in my driveway. It's not such a big deal, I love nice cars
and I don't mind fussing over them.


So I'm polishing the Audi when the removal truck pulls up next
door. The house is owned by a big bank, who rents it to employees
on transfer. It's a modest little home set on the side of the
canyon that's upper Redwood Valley. (Not Redwoods, near San
Francisco)


As the valley winds up towards the foothills it gets narrower and
the homes more isolated. It's well forested, but not with
Redwoods, mostly Norfolk pine. I have just under an acre of land,
about half in trees. In kind of curls around the neighboring
property in a rough L shape so my boundary extends around two
sides of the neighbor's property. 


Anyway, a Cherokee pulls up behind the truck and a family get
out. The guys looks to be in his forties. He's a large man with
receding hair, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a baseball cap. What
got me were his floppy shorts and thongs on his feet. He looked
like he's at the beach.


His wife's smaller than him, with an ample bust and big bottom.
Her shorts just emphasized the dimensions. She has on a big hat
and sunglasses. 


The daughter looks to be about 13 or so. Flat-chest, and a little
podgy, like many young teenage girls when the hormones start
flowing. Like her mother she has straight black hair tied back in
a long pony-tail.


I've got a job doing folio work for a model agency. They want
some outdoor-pool shots so I suggest my place. I've had a steady
stream of young hopefuls traipse up, usually with their mothers
in tow. It's frustrating working with the damned parents there.
They can't help interfering and I feel self-conscious posing the
girls with a mother scrutinizing every move. The last girl's
mother had got her to look up just as I hit the trigger of the
Mavica. The motor-drive rolled off a dozen shots of the girl
squinting into the sun


I've had a hard morning, but I've got a couple of hours before
the next girl. A chance to distance myself from work and the
Shellys and Kerri-Anns.


It takes the movers an hour to unload all the furniture. The
guy's obviously an organizing type and harasses the men with
advice and instructions. If I was them I'd dump the stuff on the
side walk. I have new respect for the patience of the American
working man.


At last it's all quiet. Just in time for Cassidy. She comes alone
which is a blessing. She does everything I tell her to and we fly
through the shoot. She's a cute 16 year old with rich auburn
locks and a pretty face. I think of inviting her into my bed for
an hour afterwards but that wouldn't be a good idea.


The bell rings about five in the afternoon. It's the new
neighbors. The guy introduces himself as John Bauer from
Bismarck, North Dakota, while vigorously pumping my hand. His
wife's name's Janine and daughter Christine. John does most of
the talking,
"It's sure good to meet you folks, mister Bashoff. Your wife's
not at home"?
"I'm not married John. Call me Eric". I try to be neighborly.
"Wow, it's sure a big house for 1 person. What do you do for a
living.? I'm a bank manager, got myself a branch down town". John
could sure talk.
"Um", I hesitate, "I'm a photographer, film director, and now a
talent manager. Can I fix you folks a fresh OJ"?
"Most neighborly of you.... Eric. Film director you say, Janine?
You hear that? We're living next to a Hollywood director, Fancy
that"
"What films have you made Mr Bashoff"? Janine asks, clearly
impressed.


I tell them that I'm not in Hollywood but I work in Independent
films as an assistant director. I tell them I'm working for a
modeling agency and tell them about Lina, the rising starlet. I
neglect to mention she's my girlfriend too or that I've spent 10
years making porn movies as Eric Adam Productions.


"Sure's a pity there's no Mrs Bashoff, Eric, Janine wanted to
meet the neighborhood women, you're our only neighbors."
I tell them that this end of the valley wasn't really that kind
of place. The houses up here were generally owned by professional
types where the women worked and there was no-one home during the
day. I work odd hours so I'm in and out myself. I suggested she
could meet other parents through Christine's school.


I thought it's going to be tough for Janine being dumped in this
kind of neighborhood during the day. They only had one car and in
any case, she'd never learned to drive. I felt sorry for her. I
suggested she was always welcome to come over for a coffee if she
felt lonely and, even use the pool. 


I felt she was a little despondent when they left. But she agreed
to visit once in a while. I didn't expect her, though.



Meanwhile, Lina's fitting in well at high school. Her and Kelly
are best friends, although they haven't repeated the episode at
the Professor's. Lina feels in the way when Kelly and Simon go
out together so Simon suggested they should double-date with his
friend Jordan. Jordan had recently split up from his girlfriend
and Simon thought that he needed some female company to take his
mind off it.


It was understood that Lina had a boyfriend and she wasn't
looking, but, being at a loose end during the week, she'd
appreciate the company too.


Jordan was okay looking, but a bit quiet for Lina's taste. It was
obvious he was hoping to get back with his old girlfriend, even
though she was now dating someone else. At least he gave Lina
someone to distract her at the movies while Kelly and Simon were
kissing and cuddling.


The first couple of 'dates' hardly set the world alight. Jordan
sometimes talked distractedly to her, but mostly moped around.
Lina wanted to cheer him up but really didn't know how.


One day they decide to go swimming. Lina chose her skimpy little
two-piece, Kelly something a little more modest, because of her
bigger boobs. Lina, Simon and Kelly cavort in the pool at
Kelly's, while Jordan lounges about on a deck-chair. Lina decides
to sunbathe for a while, mostly to leave the young lovers alone
for a while. The sun's hot and she was prone to burn, so she asks
Jordan to put sun-tan lotion on her back.


Lina feels that, at last, Jordan notices her as a woman, for he's
giving her little side-long glances. She saw him turn on to his
stomach, 'perhaps he's hard', she thought. 


Jordan reluctantly agrees to apply the lotion. His hands are soft
on her back. He starts with her shoulders and arms and works his
way down her back. Lina looks away towards the pool and sees
Kelly and Simon grinning at them. Lina can sense Jordan's
breathing quicken as he makes his way down to her briefs.
'Now if this was Eric his hands would be on my ass now', she
thought with a chuckle.


However Jordan by-passes her bottom and smoothes the lotion down
her legs. Lina knows she can do her own legs, but she quite likes
the touch of Jordan's hands.
"There", says Jordan, a little croaky. "All done".
"You have nice hands", Lina tells him, "I think that your
girlfriend was a fool to dump you".
"Th... thanks", he says.
"Would you like me to do your back", Lina asks.
"Sure.....I guess". He replies.


Lina sees Kelly and her boyfriend slip into the house, hand in
hand. She feels a little horny when she thinks about what they're
going to be doing.


Lina begins slowly running her hands over Jordan's back. Slowly
AND sensually. She's certain that Jordan is getting turned on.
His ass is shifting position a little as he's trying to keep his
erection under control. All that does is increase the friction.


Lina notices the movement and asks innocently,
"Are you uncomfortable"?
He doesn't answer.
"Jordan? Are you alright"?
"Um.. yeah," he says.
"You have a nice body Jordan, your skin is so smooth," purrs
Lina.
"Thanks.......," He replies, " your hands are nice".


"Jordan"? says Lina as her hands caress the tops of Jordan's
thighs, "do you like me"?
"Sure," he says swallowing.
"Do you like my ...... body"? Lina asks.
"Sure..... um.... why"?
"Because I think you are...... turned on,"
"S. .sorry," he replies.
"It's okay... um... do you want me to.....look after it for you"?

"What"? Jordan's startled at the question.
"I will ...look after your....thing...if you like. Does that
offend you"?
"No .... I mean ...well.....what about your boyfriend"? heasks.
"Eric? It's ok...he does other women. .I know., he tells
me".
"Don't you get jealous"? he asks, incredulous.
"Of course not. Eric and I are in-love, we are ...special. No-one
makes me feel the way Eric does. But we,...I mean. .it doesn't
stop us having fun....with other people", Lina explains.
"Wow," Jordan says gaping.
"So! ..do you want to ....have fun? Lina asks giggling.
"Ok... sure... if you want" Jordan replies.


Meanwhile, inside the house, Kelly has a mouthful of Simon's big
tool. He's laying back on Kelly's bed with a wide grin. Kelly
gets off it and looks at her boyfriend,
"What's that cat-grin for"? she's smiling.
"I just like what you're doing".
"Yeah"? she says laying down next to Simon. Her hand slowly
pumping him. "Wouldn't you prefer beautiful blond Lina"? she asks
teasing.
"Why not both"? he replies, laughing, "Maybe when she's through
with Jordan". Their mouths seek each other and work together for
a long passionate kiss.


When they finally brake apart Simon asks, while stimulating
Kelly's puffy brown nipple with his thumb,
"Do you suppose she's got through to him"?
"Who"?
"Jordan".
"Well if she can't it's a lost cause", she replies pulling his
hand down to her hairy, moist, pussy. "C'mon, lets fuck, we
haven't much time before mom gets home".


Kelly straddles her boyfriend and rubs the knob of his cock up
and down her slit. She eases herself onto him, closing her eyes
and pursing her lips.
"Oooosh... mmm," sighs Kelly as she rises and falls atop of him.
Simon traps her breasts in his hands and kneads them, feeling the
weight of them and marveling at her stiff nipples.


Outside by the pool, Lina has crawled up next to Jordan. His
briefs are down to his knees and she has his rigid cock in her
hand. Jordan has her top off and is feasting on her tits,
caressing them with his hands and sucking her turgid nipples into
his mouth. Lina has trapped his leg between her own and is
enjoying the pressure on her pussy.
"Will you put it in your mouth again"? he asks breathless.


Lina scoots down and wraps her lips around his cock.
"God! That feels good," sighs Jordan. "Easy!, I don't want to
come yet." In response, Lina slows down her stroking.
"You have a nice one....not too big......don't like them too
big.....". says Lina between slurps.


Lina gets up and straddles him, sitting on his cock as it lays
along his stomach. She wriggles her cute ass and leans forward so
Jordan can play with her tits.
"I can't fuck you Jordan, but maybe if I rub you this
way....it'll be ok"?
"Sure", Jordan croaks. He's as hard as a rock and any-way's fine
with him.

She pulls the gusset of her briefs aside and spreads pussy-juice
all over Jordan's hard prick. She then rubs herself faster and
faster up and down his cock. Jordan puts his hands around Lina's
ass as it undulates against him. His eyes close as he strains to
control himself. Lina puts a finger on her little bud and starts
to frig herself furiously.
"Oh god...here I come...," Jordan says as his piece of meat
pulses his sticky sperm all over his stomach and chest. Lina is a
little bit behind him, rubbing herself to a climax a couple of
minutes afterwards.


Inside Kelly is coming on top of Simon's outsized member. The
feeling of his dick shuddering inside her continues the
sensations for her.
"I love you," She says laying on his heaving chest. "You're a
great fuck".
"Better than Lina's tongue"? He teases.
"It wasn't her tongue," Kelly responds, "She just helped with the
vibrator."
"And helped herself to your tits"? Kelly blushes deep red.
"So"? she challenges,  "you weren't around".
"Boy! I'd love to have been invited." Kelly hits him with a
pillow and they collapse laughing.




Back in LA I was wrong about Janine Bauer. After a couple of
days, the boredom got to her and she appeared at my door with
some apfelkuchen (German apple cake). I had a busy day with about
5 appointments, but I didn't have the heart to send her off.
Instead I hit on a brilliant idea. I asked her if she could host
the mothers and keep them out of my hair. She readily agreed.

She was great!. This was her element, round the coffee cups
plying them with home baking, while I snapped the girls
uninterrupted. Between shoots we chatted about our lives. She was
actually a good, intelligent conversationalist though a little
parochial in outlook.


As a kind of thank you I suggest I take a portrait of her by the
pool. Surprisingly she's up for it. Now, she's no picture
post-card, but she has a pleasant enough face. I always use a bit
of stage make-up on the face, a spill over from video, which
tends to wash out people's color. With digital you can play
around with skin-tone and background on the computer, of course,
but I always prefer to work from dark to light. 


I get her to put a bit of base No.5 on her face and I touch-up
with a bit of blush and eye-liner. That means I'm having to bend
down over her face. She's a bit shy about me being so close and I
smile re-assuringly. I'm after-all a professional!.


All set and I do a few three-quarter shots. She has a nice smile
and I get a few good ones I can use. Next I do a few with her
standing in various poses, and the last, I try and get her to
clown around a bit. I'm looking for the split-second candid
expression which can make all the difference.


Afterwards I invite her into my processing room to download the
stuff we had. On the walls is an array of shots of the models
I've been working on plus a few of Lina. I hang them there for a
couple of days or so to see which ones grow on me. Janine looks
around the photos while I download the camera.


She comes across some topless one's I took a while back.
"Oh my," she says, "You take these sort of pictures"?
"I do whatever the agency, and the girl wants," I say.
"Goodness, I wish I had a body like that. To take a picture of my
boobs you'd need a wide angle lens," she laughs.
"You want to be slimmer, I make you slimmer." I have her pictures
up on the screen and by hitting the 'down' key I can shrink her
outline. "Maybe you want to be bigger," I say hitting the 'up'
key. Her body balloons out on the screen and she's shreaking with
laughter.


We play around like that for a while until I get down to serious
business. She pulls up a chair close alongside while we pick out
the images we like the best. Once we've settled on a few, I clean
it up a little by adjusting the light and shade, and laser it out
on stiff card. A quick trim, on with the film-seal then I put it
in the press to be laminated. 


Soon she has about three good laser prints of herself, all
professionally mounted. She's delighted and throws her arms
around me in a hug. She then plants a kiss on my cheek before
going home.


I can still feel the indents she's made in my chest with her big,
squashy tits. She sure had a powerful hug too, nearly squeezed
the air out of me.




Saturday, and Lina is coming down from Anaheim with two of her
friends, Kelly and Simon. Simon has his license and an old
Mercury.


Janine and her daughter, Christine come over in the morning.
Apparently, John is away in San Francisco for the weekend and she
wonders if they could hang out here. I don't like her husband.
Who dumps his family in a strange city without transport or
friends, while they spend most of the time away.? I pride myself
on getting along with most people, to be able to put anyone at
their ease, but this guy is hard to like.
.

Anyway, I agree they can stick around. They're wearing their togs
so they head out for the pool. Shortly before twelve the rumble
of a V8 echoes up the canyon and Simon's yellow Mercury comes
into view. They descend on the house in a welter of chatter and
noise. 


Hugs and kisses all round, I introduce them to Janine and
Christine. Then it's frolic time for the teenagers as they all
leap into the pool.


There's much splashing and drowning of each other. Janine busies
herself for a while, fixing sodas, OJ's and little snacks. After
a while she takes to a deck chair and just watches. 
"Are you not going for a swim"? I ask.
"I don't think so...I'm a bit too old for this....," indicating
the splashing teenagers.
"Rubbish," I say, "You're maybe a year or two older than
me......and I'm not too old."
"Yes..... well it's different for men........very different,"
she's almost in tears, "I ...I.. think I'll leave you to it.....
I have some things to do anyway". She gets up and heads for the
gate.


Catching her up I tell her, "don't go Janine, stay and have some
fun." She has her head turned away but she's obviously crying.
"What's the matter"? I turn her to face me, hands on shoulders.
"Your girlfriend's......she's very nice....very young..... I wish
I had a body like her."
"Hey!" I say, "cut that bullshit!.. beauty's in the mind, the
personality. That's what I do when I photograph those girls, I
look for the personality, the inner sexiness. Otherwise I might
as well photograph wax dummies....they'd be less trouble
anyway."
"Ho!" she scoffs, "You're a good liar, Eric, but a nice man. Go
back to your slim little personalities, I'll be alright". She
then brings her face close to mine and pulls me into a soft kiss.
A kiss which lingers as her moist mouth opens and sucks at my
tongue. Her face inclines to the side, her hand encircles my head
and holds me fiercely.


Eventually we part, I am stunned. She's smiling at me and say,
"Thank you......can you send my daughter home at 5 for dinner."
And then she was gone.


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