Zamora was more than a little surprised when I told her I wanted to wear neon workout clothes from Japan for my next video.

"Lucy, no offense.  You're beautiful.  But I'm not sure you're suitable for workout clothes," said Zamora, eying the oversized tank tops with a critical look.  "Anyway, these look like they're three sizes too big for you."

"Zamora, I don't think these are really workout clothes.  I think it's some kind of weird Japanese fetish," I said.

"Huh?" said Zamora.

"Let me show you the note they sent.  They're willing to pay me five hundred bucks, but they want me to wear the shirts and nothing else underneath," I said.

"Hmm, interesting," said Zamora, one eyebrow raised as she scanned through the note.  "Maybe it'll make more sense after I see you try it on."

"Fair enough," I said, preparing to slip into one of the tank tops when Zamora stopped me.

"It'll look like shit, if you wear that on top of those nasty overalls," said Zamora.  "Do what the note says, and take off all your clothes before putting on the tank top."

"Fair enough," I said, with a little grin on my face.

Relishing the intense look that Zamora gave me, I quickly stripped out of my clothes and pulled on one of the Japanese tank tops.  The arm holes were cut very generously, and the huge size of the shirt meant that my breasts were only barely covered in front and not at all from the side.  That plus the shortness of the "hem" at the bottom meant that it just barely covered my bottom.

"Somehow, the bright neon color just works on you, Lucy.  I think this is going to be a very delightful video," said Zamora, a grin on her face as she began setting up the camera.

As Zamora got everything ready, I gave myself a once over in the mirror.  Twirling and turning, I realized that this video was going to be about half a step away from being too racy for social media.  In fact, I practically felt like I was about to shoot some type of porn film, even though I knew that was an utterly ridiculous thought.

Still, though, knowing that some kinky guys in Japan were willing to pay me to wear the revealing tank top felt quite sexy indeed.  Or maybe they weren't so kinky after all, and I was misinterpreting them.  The tank top was quite large, it was true, but it seemed to be masterfully tailored to show off the contours of my body.  Indeed, even as I twisted and turned in front of the mirror, my breasts never popped out like I feared they would.  And the hem never did quite rise up far enough to see my naked bottom.

Once we began to film, I strutted and paraded around my room with complete confidence.  I even stopped and pretended to do some stretches and other types of exercise, enjoying the thrill of always being on the verge of showing something X-rated.  As I put the tank top through its paces, I started to feel a familiar heat rising up through me, and it wasn't long before I felt a certain stickiness between my legs.

"Lucy, you're doing great!" exclaimed Zamora.  "Now sit on the bed and do your review.  I want to film it right now while you're in the zone."

But when I sat down on my bed, the tank top rose up, exposing my aching genitals.  All the tugging in the world couldn't keep the bottom hem of the tank top from rising up my thighs.  

"There's no way to sit in this thing without flashing my pussy," I told Zamora.

"Yes... I can see that," said Zamora, seemingly in a daze.  It was only when I looked over at her that I noticed that she was still filming.

"Do you like what you see?" I said coyly before intentionally spreading my legs wide open, giving Zamora a full view of everything that made me a woman.  Seeing her intense stare, I smiled and then guided two of my fingers down until they reached my swollen lips.

Zamora kept filming, and I decided to lean into it, and so I let my fingers gently swirl and stroke and rub and play with my womanhood.  It was the first time I had ever let anyone see me engage in such an intimate act, and yet it felt completely right, as though I had been doing it my entire life.  

With Zamora's rapt attention, I increased the speed and intensity of the touches I was giving myself until finally I could resist no longer and slipped one and then two fingers deep into the aching center of my rising pleasure.

Moaning, I began to ramp myself up to orgasm, and the intensity of Zamora looking at me was filling ever nook and crevice of my body with a white-hot heat.  Using one hand to squeeze and caress my breast, I let my other fingers send me over the edge, and I let out a loud series of whimpers as spasms of pleasure coursed through me.

It was at that point that Zamora let slip the camera from her shaking fingers, causing me to smile wide with pleasure.  The hungry look on her face send another burst of delicious shivers through me, and I knew that just the thought of her placing those beautiful lips on my pussy would instantly send me over the edge of another orgasm, so I frantically began trying to think of something else.

A little voice inside told me that neither of us were ready to cross that line just yet.  Snapping shut my legs together, I bounded to my feet, and then strode over to where Zamora stood, frozen in place.

Grabbing her around the back of her neck, I planted a deep and soulful kiss on her, relishing the feeling of her warm body beginning to melt in my embrace.

"Looks like I made a little private video for you today," I said after I broke off the kiss.  I hope you send me the director's cut, later."

"What?  Ah, yes... yes, sure.  Director's cut," said Zamora, her breathlessness making me laugh.

"Who knows?" I said with a laugh as I changed back into my regular clothes.  "Maybe if it looks nice, we can do another one."

The expression on Zamora's face was truly priceless.