Where the magic happens

She clears her throat.

“Mr Beard want to take me to a picnic – I need to get dressed.”

Her mother’s eyes shine.

“How romantic! I'm glad my daughter's sponsors chose a man with some class to be her first.”

The man nods his head.

“Only the best for the classy little lady! You mind if I join you while you get dressed?”

Cherry shakes her head.

“Of course not.”

She has hoped for him to ask – she really wants him to be more interested in her than just for a quick bang and some likes.

“This way.”

She walks up the stairs and again feels his warm gaze upon her ass as he follows her up the stairs past her sibling's room and into hers.

“So this is here the magic happens?”

He notices the camera in front of her bed.

“Yeah, I'm, shooting most of my videos here, except for my vlogs when I'm on the road, of course. Thinking about getting a studio, but I'm not really there yet.”

He nods.

“I have no doubt that you'll succeed."

“Thanks.”

She grabs the white bikini he talked about.

“That’s the one I've been wearing mostly lately. You think it's good?”

“Looks very good from here but I’d need to see it on you.”

She hands him her phone.

“You mind recording, while I dress? You have your hands free with those fancy glasses."

“Of course not!”

He takes it and points the camera at her naked body.

“I’m sure your followers appreciate a shot from another POV that actually shows yourself.”

"You do, don't you, guys?"

She waves at the camera and puts on the top first. She makes it slow, really enjoys the man watch her getting dressed. And her followers, too. This seems – so intimate, she hopes anything can top this today. She slips on the bottoms, sees him zoom in on her crotch. All in all, the bikini hides her tan lines – which aren’t too big around special areas to begin with - and nothing else.

He nods approvingly.

“Very nice. It emphasises your forms and doesn't hide to much. Very tasteful. Like most of your clothes, if I may say so.”

He has a look into the open drawer and pulls out one of her panties. Black, lacy, semitransparent, g-string.

“Thanks. I don't intend to wear much underwear now that I'm an adult, but when I do… I’m also a fashion blogger, after all.”

He smiles.

"And women can definitely trust your advice. Shall we?”

He offers her his arm she she links with it, giggling. She grabs a small equipment bag and they walk down the stairs, wave a quick goodbye to her family in the kitchen and go to his car.