Hello my dear friends,
I continue here the account of what happened after I undressed for the first time in front of Francis that June Friday night when I was 23, when I became his art model and soon his lover and muse for the following twenty years.
Once I undressed for the first time and Francis touched and caressed me while being naked, everything progressed very quickly between us. My nudity in front of him created a very strong bond between us, and the fact that I had become his art model was a very important fact. It made Francis feel a sense of responsibility towards me; in a way, I was his "property" because I was "his" art model.
In fact, I decided that while Francis was at home, I would be naked as if it were nothing whenever possible, first to tempt him to have sex with me, and which was also a way to demonstrate my submission to him because, as you know, I have an erotic-submissive side towards certain men. In fact, during the twenty years that our relationship lasted, I think I have spent more time naked than clothed in the presence of Francis, whether we were alone together or with Dan present.
, , ,[[ Image 1. Several photos (the originals are Agfachrome slides) that Francis and Dan took of me during threesome meetings in the following months. They are taken in our bedroom and in the room that for a while we used as an office for Dan to study in, and in which there was a folding bed for when Francis slept over in our rented flat, although as I have already told you on many of those occasions he and I slept together in my double bed while my husband spent most of the night studying in this other room. I was so tanned because it was soon after my vacations at the beach in the Costa Blanca; years later I paid a toll for so much sun burns to get so tanned when I was young; nowadays I hide from the sun as much as possible. ]]
On the other hand, that submissive side of me fit very well with the very particular style of dominant man that Francis was, who always liked rough sex and mixing sex with games of domination and punishment that I would not have consented to do to Dan, but with Francis they especially turned me on.... Francis has fucked me countless times while I have been tied up in one way or another, both indoors and outdoors, I have also posed in chains, and even allowed him to do some "dirty" and humiliation games on me, just as RP but very realistic, and a couple of times we have played a role-play of simulated but also quite realistic hanging. Even at the request of a client I have posed for a painting in which I was being hanged naked on a scaffold. Francis did a series of paintings about me this, but mostly drawings on the theme of captive girl, humiliation, and punishment, hanging included, i.e. BDSM, which I will tell you more about later.
Francis had a very personal way of approaching BDSM and somehow I behaved with him as his submissive, although he never considered himself my Master; what happened is that he realized that I accepted "anything" he wanted to do to me and therefore he gave free rein to his exuberant sexual creativity experimenting with my body and mind.... for example, once we started having sex, Francis liked that before each art session I would suck the pens and the handle of the brushes with which he would then paint the picture and then he would stick them a bit symbolically, or at least rub them, in my pussy, that was part of his concept of "Live Art" which I will tell you about later. Artists can be strange people with twisted minds, though not insane, and Francis was one of them.
Sometimes I would be with Dan at home dressed, and when Francis would call the apartment intercom I would undress while he went upstairs (the apartment was on a first floor) and open the door naked and then not get dressed again until Francis left, sometimes the next day if he spent the night at home with us.
When Francis got his first own artist studio which at the same time was where he lived, I was naked there often, even sometimes when a client came to visit his studio, and the same when we were together during weekends in the small country house Francis bought in the north of Castille some years later: in hot summer weather I have been completely naked there two or three days in a row, even when I went for a walk with Francis in the surroundings (see Post 13).
[[ Image 2. During a threesome meeting with Francis and Dan. There were two of those armchairs that Dan and Francis would sit in on threesome evenings and I would sit in one or the other's lap, groping each other, until we ended up having sex in every way imaginable both in the seats and on the floor, although we usually ended up in our double bed where the three of us would often fall asleep until the next morning exhausted from so much fucking. I said every way imaginable, but it was the two boys for me as Dan and Francis are straight. ]]
And yes, several times I've walked naked outdoors with Francis and with others, but also when I've been alone, I've encountered people along the paths, or they've seen me from more or less afar, and never has anyone directed a bad word at me, insinuated, insulted, or called the police (for starters, mobile phones didn't exist); some have greeted me as if it were nothing, others have acted as if they didn't see me, and a few have said some kind words to me, even a couple of them asked permission to take a few nude photos of me and I accepted.
But all of that was a long time ago, and that wouldn't happen the same way today, and there would be those who would feel terribly offended, who would record me and upload the video to some stupid social network (they're all stupid), who would insult me, who would want to have sex with me in a not so voluntary way. In short, the undeniable fact is that we currently live in a society that is increasingly less free, and that is a very bad thing. The two things most needed in this troubled and tumultuous world today are Freedom and Peace, and both words are increasingly less used in the manipulative and misinformation-filled mass media (all of them are). It's amazing how many people are afraid to be free.
Well, returning to the main subject of this Post, the night of that first Friday, Francis slept on the folding bed in the room that Dan used to study and that was next to ours, because the meeting ended almost at four in the morning and the three of us had drunk a lot. I slept naked as I always do and when I got out of bed for breakfast I only put on an open light robe and some slippers, as the house was a bit cold in the morning, then when we turned on the stoves the temperature became more pleasant, and I took off the robe and was completely naked for the rest of the day.
Francis got out of bed later than Dan and I, and when he went to the kitchen and saw me there naked as if it were such a thing his face lit up with a smile of surprise and happiness, for he verified that my having undressed for him the night before had been neither a dream nor a one-off thing, but that it was going to be the usual. I approached, smiled mischievously at him naked as the day I was born, did a full twist with my hands on the back of my neck to enhance my breasts, approached and gave him a kiss on the cheeks while he possessively grabbed both my arms and pressed me against him as was his custom, a few weeks later those kisses were on the mouth instead of on the cheeks. Nowadays, when I meet Francis, he still holds my arms and presses me against him as usual, but the kisses are on the cheeks since we stopped having sex more than twenty years ago.
That same Saturday morning I posed naked for him for quite a while for the first time when we were both alone at home, as Dan left early to do his usual bike ride for a couple of hours and then when he came back he took a shower, chatted a bit with Francis and me and went to study at the desk in the guest room leaving us alone for the rest of the morning. That morning was an important experience, and I'm sure Dan left us alone on purpose so that we could talk and cement our artist-model relationship, as it was the first time I had been naked alone with Francis.
We were talking about many things and getting to know each other better; for example I didn't know that Francis was so grateful that I had accepted to be his art model, and while I was posing on the mat for some sketches, he was all the time talking to me about how much he liked my body and praising details like my curves, my breasts, my buttocks, the curve of my belly, and comparing me to art models from the classics, such as Velazquez's "Venus in the Mirror", Botticelli's "Venus Raising from the Sea", Goya's "The Naked Maja", Ingres' "The Odalisque" and "The Fountain", etc.
From time-to-time Francis approached me to adjust my posture and touched my legs, buttocks, arms, with feigned professional indifference so to speak, and he also fixed my hair with a brush: the one on my head and the other one down there... although it was not strictly necessary. By touching me in this way Francis was trying to consolidate the advances made the night before; that is to say, if the night before he touched the sides of my tits and the hair on my pubis, he did it again the next day to consolidate it as something habitual and accepted between the two of us.
His compliments about my beauty were totally sincere, which made me even hornier, and several times he told me how lucky he had been that I was his model, and that he was sure that we were going to succeed "both together" in the art world and be reference figures. We were clarifying the terms of that relationship, for example, Francis wanted it stated in his agreements and contracts with art galleries and private clients who I was, with my name and surname, and why and how I had become his model.
Francis proposed me to be an "artistic couple" painter-model with all the consequences: Francis-Aura, and thus be known in the art world, he told me that besides being fair to me, that way his work would be better known and appreciated, and that's why he wanted to introduce me to the owners of the galleries and clients for whom "both" we will work and that I would also sign the contracts and charge half of what they paid for the works; we would be an artistic couple sharing the work but also the income equally.
I told him that I accepted everything he wanted except charging for posing, I wanted to be his model because I was his friend and I wanted to help him succeed in the world of art and painting, but I did not do it for money, but for friendship and affection towards him and for the pleasure of posing naked for my best friend, besides he already knew very well that I am an exhibitionist and it excited me to pose for him, and also seeing me naked in paintings, photos, and drawings in art galleries excited me. Yes, in fact, that same day I confessed to Francis that it turned me on to pose naked for him, and he asked me smiling and looking me in the eyes to excuse him if I saw a bulge in his pants, because that was the natural and inevitable effect of seeing me naked.
, , ,[[ Image 3. Photos on my matrimonial bed taken by Francis, some during a threesome with my husband and others while Francis and I were alone, with my husband studying in the room next door. In all the photos in this Post, I was 25 years old, which means two years after the events I am describing to you in this Post. ]]
Those mutual confessions about the inevitable sexual part of our artist-model relationship were our first proper sex talk when we were both alone; we had confessed to each other that we were both turned on by this new relationship and that we would both be horny together frequently, whether Dan was present or not. What Francis and I didn't talk about was that eventually that would undoubtedly lead to him and me having sex; I'm sure Francis thought that would happen in the indeterminate and distant future, while I "knew" that it would happen in a few weeks, as Dan and I had it already planned.
Art galleries sell paintings and drawings of different types, but the main ones are: original artworks by painters under contract with the gallery; reproductions of artworks by recognized painters, especially classics; and the third type consists of commissions from clients who want a painting with specific themes and styles. Francis started by making paintings of the second type, but now that he had an art model, me, he could consider making the other two types. He was never interested in landscape paintings, nor in making commissioned portraits for clients. Instead, he was interested in studies of the human figure, especially female nudes, which have always been in high demand, ranging from clothed female figures to artistic nudes, erotic pieces, and even borderline pornographic works, but all with an artistic touch.
But the art gallery where he had been working had some prejudices regarding nude paintings, as the lady owner (Alex's mother, whom I briefly mentioned in the previous posts) had certain religious biases about nudity. Besides, she was concerned that the regular prissy clients of her gallery would be scandalized if they began to see too many nude paintings for sale. That's why I recommended to Francis that he get in touch with other art galleries with a more open-minded approach, of which there were three or four in the nearby area, in cities in northern Spain.
For one of these galleries to be interested in an artist, they either had to be a painter of recognized prestige, or if not, present a series of paintings and drawings for the gallery owners to judge whether it was worth organizing a partial exhibition of that artist and seeing how well the paintings sold. The thing was, at that time, there were quite a few artists wanting to make a name for themselves in the region, so it wasn't easy to stand out among the others unless, besides art, something original was brought to the table, something more...
That's why Francis and I together began to think of an original idea to make Francis's art stand out, and since he found the process of creating artwork much more interesting than the finished piece itself, we came up with the idea of "Living Art," let me explain it to you:
Francis's working method with me involved taking a series of test photos, initially Polaroids taken with the simple camera Dan bought when we were dating to take nude photos of me.
Younger readers might not understand that at that time... I'm talking about almost 40 years ago, there were no smartphones or even portable phones, and digital photography didn't exist either, so photos were either negatives or slides that had to be taken to a photography store or lab for development and printing on photographic paper.
Apart from being a slow and expensive process, the person who developed the photos made each copy one by one, and therefore saw them all, and in many cases, they didn't accept nude photos for development. Plus, even if someone agreed to develop them, you never knew if they had made additional copies of those nude photos.
But there was an option, which were instant cameras, especially from brands like Polaroid and Kodak, which, although they provided lower quality than photos from negative film or slides, the photos were immediate and private. That's why couples often had a Polaroid camera to take nude or pornographic photos of the girl, some of which were really cheap, but what was really expensive were the cartridges of ten photos needed.
Professional photographers used those same cartridges, although there were other more specific and even more expensive ones, but in higher quality Polaroid cameras, and the idea was to take test photos before the photo session with the SLR camera (usually Nikon, Canon, or Leica, although also Pentax and others) or medium format camera (Rolleiflex or Hasselblad).
As I mentioned, initially Francis took those test photos with Dan's Polaroid, but soon also with slides because, as you will see, they were more suitable for the concept of Living Art. Soon Francis got his first semi-professional Polaroid camera, because once he started exhibiting nude pictures, paintings, and drawings in which I was the model, sales started to skyrocket, and besides I put Francis in contact with a publisher of erotic material for whom I had worked the previous year and he made a good profit selling them nude pictures of me for erotic card decks and erotic magazines with a limited regional distribution. I will tell you more in detail about this first stage of Francis in another Post.
Continuing with the artistic process Francis followed; upon reviewing the test photos, Francis would decide, sometimes considering my opinion, which poses were the most promising and original for a painting o drawing. Once decided, we would go to his studio (initially in the living room of my rented apartment), I would pose, and he would make some sketches from different perspectives. Later, he would begin working on the actual painting, but using all that visual information: photos and sketches, in addition to having me posing for him. Thus, even when I wasn't present, he could continue painting in the initial phases of the artwork. Still, when the painting was starting to take shape, I had to return to pose for long hours until he finished it.
Well, in his concept of Living Art, Francis provided the art gallery or the client not only with the final work, the painting, but also with a comprehensive report in a well-prepared folder that explained and illustrated the entire process of creating the artwork. This included copies of the initial test photos, the sketches, photos of the painting at different stages of its progress, photos of me posing while Francis painted, and all of it explained with dates, locations, and even anecdotes. I helped Francis a lot by writing these "reports" because he tends to be too concise in his writing, whereas I can delve more into the details... as you readers of this blog know very well
Later on, the concept of Living Art evolved, and the directors of the art galleries for which Francis worked would occasionally come to the studio to see how the artwork was progressing while I was posing. When it was a particular client who had commissioned Francis personally, he also invited them to be present for a couple of hours once or twice during the painting process. Afterward, we would usually chat the three of us and have a drink and some snacks, but the client could only look and not touch the model 😉... Except on one occasion when Francis asked me kindly to have sex with a really important client who had taken a fancy to me. Of course, I agreed because he was very nice to me besides being attractive. I did this favor to benefit Francis's artistic career, but the gift that the very kind, grateful, and generous client gave me, I kept it for myself, of course.
I also had sex a few times with the owner of one of the most important art galleries for which Francis and I worked, but I've told you about that in another previous post, although I will comment on some more details later. On the other hand, the client who commissioned a couple of paintings with a slightly BDSM and "dark" style, such as the one representing the hanging of a naked captive girl, came to one of the sessions. Francis allowed him, to tie my hands behind my back, to put the hangman's noose around my neck and pull the end of the rope a bit, starting to tighten the noose around my neck, and in this process, he touched me a bit more than strictly necessary... The hemp rope had a completely authentic and functional hanging knot, a noose, and passed through a beam in the ceiling of Francis's studio. It must be said that Francis was also especially excited about pulling the rope and feeling the noose start to tighten around my throat choking me. He said that way my expression was more authentic...
Francis and I expanded the concept of Live Art (Arte Vivo) little by little. One of Francis' ideas that I have already mentioned in the previous post was to mix some drops of his semen and my vaginal fluids with the acrylic paints of his palette so that our DNA is in the painting, to perpetuate us and to be physically present "inside" the work of art, the artist and the model are a physical part of the work. Just as he often added a few brushstrokes to a painting, almost unnoticeable to an observer, but which if you looked at them with attention and a slightly perverted mind you would think that they might represent curds of semen on the model's body... not that you would think that, but that they really were.
There are pictures hanging in elegant salons of people in which a "shine" that is observed on my belly, tits, face, or hair -the one on the head and the other-, is not such a shine but the remains of Francis' cum on my body, and the client doesn't know it and I don't think he can even imagine it.
I also participated in the concept of Living Art by attending receptions or public galas for the presentation of exhibitions organized by art galleries to showcase series of paintings, photographs, and drawings by Francis, where I was introduced as Francis's model and the rumor, which was actually true, circulated that I was his lover and the wife of his best friend; among other things, I didn't take off my wedding ring and Francis didn't have one. These artist-model 'affairs' were highly regarded in the art world, they led to spicy gossip, and boosted the artist's prestige... and the prices of the paintings.
My husband has attended these galas on many occasions, as well as our small group of close friends; I mean my husband's group of friends, Francis's and mine; all of them very cultured and liberal. Our friends knew from the beginning that I was Francis's model and that we were lovers with the consent and approval of my husband; what they never knew (except for one exception) is that in addition to being lovers, we also engaged in threesomes with my husband.
Furthermore, keep in mind that these exhibitions were often held in the same city where I lived and worked as a senior technician in one of Spain's most important electric companies, but there was never any interaction between these two aspects, and nobody from my workplace knew I was a model. Moreover, if anyone had known, I would have simply told them that in my private life and in my free time, I do as I please, period.
In those times, there were no social media, and nobody could publicly humiliate me for posing nude for an artist... besides, that wasn't socially frowned upon back then, except by the Victorian-era hypocritical moralists who were then subservient to the wave of Freedom of Customs... what different times those were! In less than a quarter of a century, the social regression and the loss of individual and collective freedoms have been an accelerated process; yes, I know I'm repeating myself, but this is something that deeply concerns me. How is it possible that there are so many people who willingly accept having their freedoms stolen?
Another aspect of the Living Art concept were the "Live Painting and Photography Workshops" organized by two art galleries, one in Seville and the other in Toledo, in which Francis and I demonstrated the process of creating artwork in front of a limited number of guests, a little over a dozen, who observed and participated in the process as if they were students in an art class. During these sessions, I remained naked the entire time among the attendees, even during breaks to have some snacks and a glass of wine, and during the dinner consisting of "tapas" served at the end.
In Post 50, I described in quite some detail the Live Workshop that Francis and I conducted in Seville in 1995; the one in Toledo was about four years later, shortly before we stopped being lovers and I ceased to be his model, as he began a formal relationship with another girl... Just a year before this, Francis and I had been persistently trying for me to become pregnant and give him the child he never had, all with the consent and support of my husband. I've always thought that failing to have that child together had a lot to do with Francis gradually distancing himself from me, but it wasn't my fault for having a temporary thyroid disorder that prevented me from getting pregnant... the paths Life takes are inscrutable.
But as you can see I have jumped ahead a few years, although I hope by this you understand better my relationship as a model and lover with Francis for twenty years. Going back to when I started to be Francis' model, but not yet his lover, at the age of 23, I continued posing for Francis until the end of July, our friendship and trust deepened, his touching my breasts, including nipples, buttocks and pubic hair "for artistic needs" became a daily occurrence. Talking with jokes about me being horny and his huge hardons was commonplace, and we both knew that all this led to sex sooner than later.
My husband knew it too, so a few days before Dan and I went on holiday to the Costa Blanca for three weeks, the three of us had a talk, washed down with plenty of alcohol, in which we agreed that on our return from holiday we would have a meeting in which Dan and Francis would also get naked and we would let things "flow naturally", which was a euphemism for some form of sex with Dan, Francis, or both. I was already Francis's model, and the road to a ménage à trois relationship and to become lovers was already being paved.
During those vacations, a few things happened parallel to my relationship with Francis. The first was that by chance I met Paco, with whom I had “light” sexual encounters a couple of times, and we reached an agreement whereby I became something akin to his call-girl during my summer vacations, a situation that lasted for more than thirty-five years; now we are very good friends but without any sexual involvement since this past summer of 2023, which I have discussed in numerous Posts and Pics of the Day. Paco is the entrepreneur owner of a department store and a real estate agency in a touristic town near where we had the beach apartment rented, not far from where we currently have our vacation home.
The other thing that happened is that two of the times Dan and I went clubbing and we were a bit tipsy, and I bragged about how much I'd hit on guys in the past in pubs and clubs, Dan "dared" me to pick up a guy and fuck him.... which I did in both cases in the wee hours of the morning when everyone was drunk with no great difficulty and right in front of Dan; I even danced naked with both of them on the dance floor (I wasn't the only girl dancing naked there), with one of them I fucked in his car in the parking lot of the disco, and with the other in the men’s toilets. I walked fully naked in company of the guy in both cases: once out of the disco to the parking lot, and to the toilets the other one... my husband lost both bets.
I will tell you more about Paco and these two flings in the next chapter of this series about Francis, which will be dedicated to the first time we had our first threesome when we came back from holidays, what Francis, my husband and I know as "The Day of the Sea Bream" (El Día del Besugo), I will tell you why.
A kiss and have a good Easter Sunday
Aura
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Yeeeees i see in this Friday night until Saturday morning More progress steps with Francis...it was a great night... Approaching between you and him more and more... becoming naked becoming natural with him.. And it's time to begin the model's work..yes it's becoming hard in the first in your region because the art galleries and sketches... some accept it and other not until the idea of Living Art was born ..but before that 😋 your chemistry together is becoming good And After that the job is beginning the clients comes... And the sales becoming high besides some clients loved u and wanted naughty times mmmmm 🤤🤤 And the contracts becoming legal more... your explanation about sexuality relationship with Francis is incredible..u mean is the guy After jose Manuel era to do nasty things in this twenty years period ... it's incredible idea (Living Art) complicated time you've lived in this.. special camera.. finding places like Seville and Toledo to exhibit this job yeeeees hard time..yes I know what happened there in one of galleries with this naughty guy.. I'm remembering you're talking about this ...yes more steps with Francis... coming to Paco's era the level what I'm here on the site it's during summer times in first And then continuing between francis and him...lalo..etc....i thank Francis in fact he's creative in his pics wooow incredible...the first pics of u 🤤🤤 it's great and delicious especially the first pic 😻😻... stunning 🥰🥰 pics as always my naughty teacher 😍 pics makes me feeling I'm in this period now and I'm saw u..etc..i admire u kiss 💋💋💋
In fact Alfedo, those were Francis's artistic beginnings, I helped him a lot in his career, I even fucked the owner of an art gallery several times so that the exhibitions of Francis' paintings had priority in his gallery and the best rooms: -D You already know how slut I can be...
@Mibelayze i love this slutty And helpful girl 🤤🤤 at the same time...i Admire her 🤩❤️ rare if you find this in my life
A smile that is contagious🌟
Aura
Beautiful Goddess!
Thank you for the compliment!
Kiss
Aura
Que mujer más hermosa!
Muchas gracias por el piropo 😘💋
That is one hot sexy bush
Dan and Francis were very lucky men to have such a beauty to themselves.
Thank you very much for such a nice compliment
Kiss
Aura
What a wonderful picture. Pert breasts with lovely nipples and areola, and a vulva naturally covered with lush dark hair. A man, this one at least, could ask for nothing else!
Hi,
Thank you very much for those compliments, I'm very glad you like me. The truth is that there have been almost eighty men who have enjoyed what you see, and I have enjoyed them. I think I've been able to take advantage of the certain attraction I've had and lead a sexually fulfilling life; I cannot complain.
Kiss
Aura
Gawd, i love your tits...so perfect
Aura
@Mibelayze i should also say though, i love all your body....your beautiful
Love those little titties
Thank you 😘💋
Lovely
Aura
Exquisitely beautiful, I want you!
Aura
@Mibelayze 💋
Absolutely beautiful!
I am going to blush!
Aura
@Mibelayze Why you going to blush?
@nudist641970
Because of the nice compliments 😘💋
@Mibelayze Ah ok. I bet you look good when you blush
Absolutely beautiful
Aura
Your photos are all very stunning
Love your stories
Hi Rob,
You know followers like you are the reason why I am telling my life here
Thank you
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze 😘😘😘😘🍷
I would not be surprised if there was at least 7 men there that you satisfied all at once. Whit a body like yours you would still want more. You hot beautiful woman
My record is six... so far
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze Keep up the fantastic work
You are a gorgeous and very sexy woman. To me you would be a very seductive woman.
I am flattered!
Thank you for such nice compliments!
Kiss
Aura
AURA! You look truely divine in these pictures! G xxxxxx
Hi C!
Thank youuuu !!!
Aura
Stunning pics ….beautiful smile….
Aura
Thank you for sharing, very nice.
Aura
Francis was lucky in so many ways, and one of them was having a mwb... a muse with benefits.
You have such a lovely tan in those photos. I didn't notice that in other photographs. Did you spend more time in the sun during that period?
Hi,
I believe the three of us were fortunate: Francis for having me as a model (and for free! ), muse, and lover, Dan for having me as a wife shared with his best friend, which is what he desired, and I for being able to enjoy two attractive and intelligent men, one of whom loved and loves me beyond what anyone who doesn't know him can imagine, and the other sexually desired me like few others and was also my best friend after my husband; my husband loved me and my lover desired me—it was perfect for me. It was an almost ideal ménage à trois, but although there were never any arguments between us, there were periods in those 20 years when Francis distanced himself; I will talk about that later.
Regarding my intense tan, I think you know that although I was born in Spain, I was raised in the jungle and savannah area of Guayana, Venezuela, until I was 16 years old when I returned to Spain. There, I got used to always having a 'full' tan because I lived surrounded by nature near the Caroní River (a tributary of the Orinoco), and I liked to be very tanned throughout the year, using tanning creams all over my body. Upon returning to northern Spain, I found a 'miserable' climate: cold, rainy, gray, everything was dark except in summer, but I found a beach where nudity was tolerated in a small area at the back near the rocks, and I went there whenever I could during the months of May to September.
But when I got married, I started spending a month in the summer holidays in Southeast Spain, on the Mediterranean coast, where the weather is sunny and bright, so my husband and I would spend almost the whole day at the beach, 10 hours or more swimming in the sea and sunbathing, always topless and with really tiny bikini bottoms, besides occasionally going to a nearby nudist beach. The photos in the post were taken after coming back from those holidays with an intense full tan.
The thing is, being very fair-skinned, that accumulation of sun exposure including sunburns eventually took its toll, and when I was only 35 years old, I had to undergo a very long and expensive dermatological treatment to remove the spots that were starting to appear on my skin, especially on my face and chest, and the medical advice was to avoid sun exposure and use sunscreen on my face. Anyway, the tan I got in summer would fade away in early autumn, so it wasn't worth it much. Anyway, sometimes I miss seeing myself tanned, that's the truth.
Solo faltan unos pocos días! Finalmente el Escocés queda contigo o te ha dado esquinazo otra vez...
Pues parece que esta vez si va a venor 😄😘💋
@Mibelayze
vino?
@RotsenOgimautb
No, pero tenemos una cita en mayo…. Veremos
@Mibelayze
Suerte! Ya se cuanto te guste ese tio, no entiendo lo que le pasa.
@RotsenOgimautb
Si, me gusta, pero yo se que tambien le gusto a el, pero tiene un miedo patologico al compromiso y eso ha arruinado su vida. Una pena 😞
Gracias por interesarte
Un beso 😘💋
Amazing story Aura. Did you enjoy teasing Francis at this time?
I enjoyed "tempting" Francis a lot... but I enjoyed much more having sex with him
Once again thank you for sharing with is. While reading I was right there with you. You have a beautiful way of describing what has happened and the pictures are beautiful. I love your dark olive colored skin, hair, eyes lets face it you were beautiful them just as you are now. I hope you got my email and I meant what I said about your writing.
A kiss back, and Happy Easter
John
Hi MrR
I sent you an answer to your kind message I hope you have it in your inbox.
Regarding how very tanned I got in the summer on the beach, I acquired that habit when I lived in Guayana, Venezuela, I liked to be very tanned, like a native or a Hawaiian girl, but since my skin is very white, that excess of accumulated sun " took its toll" with time and I had to stop sunbathing many years ago. In the summer vacation before these photos I spent a whole month on the beach almost 12 hours a day, topless and wearing really small bikini bottoms, apart from the fact that I went to a nudist beach often.
Life was, and is, wonderful!
A kiss
Aura
TY for sharing.....
Absolutely stunning and beautiful photos!
Wishing a blessed and happy Easter!
Thank you for the compliments!
Happy Easter to you too