It wasn't an easy auction to win. The fighting was over a rare issue of a David
Hamilton book with a limited release. I love his stuff and gulped as I bid over
two hundred sixty, then held my breath as I watched the last minutes of the
online auction. Finally, the line came  up "Congratulations, you are the
winner". 

I had the seller send it priority mail and I eagerly went through the pages
drinking in the images and wondering just how does this guy get access to all
these beautiful girls. I could only imagine him saying to some parents:"I think
your twelve year old girl is beautiful. Can she come over and undress so I can
take naked pictures of her?" If only it was that simple.

I was putting the book away when a card dropped out of it. I put it aside
until after work. When I was home again, I hopped on the net and tried to
translate the card. It said something about a David Hamilton weekend. I filled
it out, put it in the mail, and forgot about it.

Six months later, I received a registered notice in my mailbox. I went to the
post office and signed for the parcel. The only part I understood was the plane
tickets. I sought out a guy at work who did the translating for me. I had won
12 days in a villa to observe and join in the work of the famous photographer.

A month later I boarded a plane to Paris. After arriving, I found a taxi
driver who understood some English. He took me for a long drive out in the
country. After paying him 80.00, I found myself in front of a large house, or
should I say "estate"? I knocked on the door. A French woman came and babbled
something in French. I showed her the letter from the parcel. She guided me to
a room.

From my new room, I decided to scout my surroundings. The house was actually a
large square with a huge open courtyard in the middle. I explored the
courtyard. There was a swimming pool in the center surrounded by trees, lounge
chairs and even a small wooded area. I went back to my room and fiddled with
the interior. It took me over two hours to figure out how to plug in my laptop
and establish a net connection. I figured any pictures I took here might be
troublesome getting through customs, so I would just email them to myself.

It was the next day that things began to happen. After breakfast, I noticed a
pair of photographers in the courtyard. They were taking pictures of a couple
of models I thought might have been 16-18 years old. Although it was
interesting to watch for a while, eventually I got bored, so I wandered off.
There wasn't anything else happening in the courtyard, so I explored the house,
then took a walk around it's exterior. It was after dinner that something
finally happened for me.

It was a gentle knock at the door. I opened it to find a beautiful girl
standing there. She stood a little over five foot, with short blonde hair,
gentle facial features, and a figure obscured by a blue dress. She said
something in French. I replied I didn't speak French. She asked "American?" 

I replied, "Yes".

A huge smile crossed her face. "I love Americans", she said with a thick
accent. "I study America at school, and in the library. Nice country."

I remembered my manners and let her in the room. "I'm Chris", I said extending
my hand.

"I'm Gidget" she offered. 

I asked her her age. "I'm 12" she answered. 

"No kidding" I said with a lot of surprise. I had been trying to fix her age
but was having trouble with it.

We made small talk about her being a model, and how she came to be here. She
hadn't met, but had hoped to. I took a picture of her.

"Would you like to take more pictures?" she asked, sliding the dress off of
one shoulder. 

"Sure" I answered.

I watched as she slid off the dress becoming instantly naked. Her breasts were
small with pink puffy nipples. Her stomach had just the slightest baby fat and
her pussy was still hairless. I took a couple of pictures of her standing, then
had her move to the couch where I took several more of her lying down in
several positions. Finally I motioned over to the bed. 

I started out with her lying on her side., then stomach down. Then I had her
move onto her back. I was so aroused that I decided to go for the Larry Flynt
angle and had her lay back with her legs wide open. I moved between her legs
and took a couple of closeups of her hairless pussy. I felt her leg brush my
shoulder. I placed my hand on her inner thigh and felt it's silky smoothness. 

I let my hand linger, then slid a little back and forth. She placed her hand
on mine and slid it slowly down her thigh to her pussy. She moved her hand off
and inhaled deeply as I moved my middle finger up and down her moist slit.I
parted her lips and found her tiny hole. I gently inserted my finger, feeling
it's tightness. She raised her hips, pushing against my finger. In a gentle
girl voice she said "Yes, I like that, do more."

I moved between her legs, undressing hurriedly. A minute later, I placed my
dick at the entrance to her pussy. She whimpered, winced, and flinched as the
head of my dick entered her. "Oh, Chris, come kiss me, now."

I leaned forward, kissing her as I let my dick fully enter her. Her tight
little pussy gripped my dick with a tight grip, but the sensuality of the
moment overcame the pain. "Oh Chris, it hurts, but it feels so good. Make love
to me."

I began with slow strokes. She whimpered and gently caressed my arms. She
began raising her hips to meet my strokes. My dick was getting punishment from
the tightest pussy I was ever in. Our fucking grew frenzied. I grew tired and
moved her on top. She quickly picked up the motion. I noticed her close her
eyes as her breathing grew more rapid and deep. "Oh, OH" she said as I noticed
her have an orgasm. The spasms ripped through her, before she collapsed on my
chest. I placed my hand on her ass and increased my strokes until I came in her.

She gave me a long kiss as my dick shriveled and popped out of her. She
caressed my hair, smiled, then moved between my legs, gently touching my dick
until it was hard again. She put it in her mouth and made sure to get it very
wet. "Do it again, please" she pleaded.

We made love deep into the night and once more in the morning after we awoke.
Staying my constant companion throughout my stay, she gave me the most
memorable vacation in my life.

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