Marcos: Russian-style tea and sexy photos

Yo No Soy Esa Mujer_Paulina Rubio

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For those who believe that tea and sexy photos have nothing to do with each other, here's the story.

First photo that Marcos took of me, the face of innocence.

Once upon a time there was a little girl whose mother always offered her tea and asked her: Russian-style tea, right? Meaning tea with a little milk.

That girl was me, I loved tea with milk and I loved the way my mother sounded when she offered it to me. She called me "Laurita" and looked at me attentively. I felt she was tender and affectionate in a way she rarely allowed herself to be. It was something special for me and knowing that my mother, in her words, hated cooking and being in the kitchen, that was an act of love.

It turned out that I grew up and reached my twenties... and my thirties and my... well, thinking that tea with milk was the most common thing, because who doesn't drink tea with milk? True? Don't everyone drink it?

...¿who doesn't drink tea with milk? True? Don't everyone drink it?...

One day when I was 19 or 20 years old, advancing in my studies in advertising drawing, I very coincidentally met Marcos. Marcos was studying the same thing as me but he was in a previous year of the course and lo and behold, in his group was María Noel, one of my university classmates studying social communication. She introduced us.

In classes during the breaks times sometimes, especially if it rained, some people from different classes met in the canteen and so it was that sometimes several of us ended up sitting and chatting while we had tea or coffee. I always saw Marcos smile a lot. His friend also smiled when Marcos did it. In short, for me they were all very friendly.

...I always saw Marcos smile a lot... for me they were all very friendly...

Then exactly 20 years passed in which we did not see each other.

One night I was on the bus returning from work and I received a call. He introduced himself, at first I didn't remember anything but as he spoke I remembered everything! I couldn't believe it, it was Marcos, the smiling boy!

He told me that he was a photographer, that he had seen me on Facebook and that he had seen something in me that he liked so he could take some good photos and practice with some new equipment he had to work on lights and shadows. What a surprise... I still didn't believe it but the talk progressed a little further and he told me some specific things that he remembered about me. He remembered my Russian tea perfectly!

...He told me that he was a photographer, He remembered my Russian tea perfectly!...

Days later he confessed to me that when I saw him smile so much it was because he and his friend found it very funny that I drank tea like that: with milk! and how it was called: Russian! For them it was so strange and curious that they couldn't help but be tempted but they held back to be polite and that's why I saw them smile. According to what he told me, more than once they even made me talk about tea on purpose because they also found it funny how I explained it and how naturally I said it to them. It was natural for me!

So let's start connecting the dots: 1. he had a nice memory of me and 2. the story of milk tea had made me something kind of unforgettable, hahaha! Then 3. he saw me on Facebook and 4. he was a photographer. Ready!

We talked and in a few days we coordinated to meet and then to take the photos. At that time I traveled a lot for work and this story with Marcos was right between when I had arrived from one trip and before I left for the next, in a matter of a month.

The photo session was very nice, his photo studio was set up behind the scenes of an old bookstore belonging to his family. He asked me to bring some clothes to change into and that if I had something with transparencies then would be better to play with the lights and shadows.

Photos 2, 3 y 4. there are already changes. Mischief appears.

I took the situation as something very nice and fun that happened to me, a reunion, something very spontaneous and at the same time perhaps I gave him a hand by posing for those tests. The truth is, neither then nor now I have been to take photos of myself. Even a selfie makes me feel embarrassed, but with a photographer it seemed like a great experience and I could have a great memory.

...Even a selfie makes me feel embarrassed...

Marcos, as always, was calm, pleasant, respectful and we understood each other very well.. or that is what I thought back then haha, beacuse.... Of course I was not used to posing with precise instructions to position the body, face, gaze, etc., and I think I ruined the session a little as later on he told me: “What happens is that when I tell you not to smile, you put a sad face." He was right, the only instruction he had given me before starting was not to smile but I always smiled in my life, so for the photos I concentrated so much that I went to hell! Ha ha ha!! It seemed like they were subduing me. It was not easy to leave my comfort zone, leave the most childish version of me and in minutes reach another version of a sexy woman and even more difficult: without shame.

Next photos: playing with transparencies.

Anyway, he practiced and little by little he managed to get me to show a little more skin, that's how they say it, right? So, my blouse opened a little and a little more. Which I never do but I was in the total privacy of some photos that no one was going to see until today when I show them here.

Last photos: Impudence, shame and deep neckline.

I still feel uncomfortable and burn with the flames of shame when showing them but I think it is a great story and without showing the photos it would not be the story it is.

But... I was always very shy, yes I am shy!! I am very talkative but shy!

I was raised in the old fashioned way with very old parents, so my parameters of hot or not hot are probably not the same as other people's. You will tell me.

...I am very talkative but shy!...

Although we lost contact with Marcos again, this formidable memory remained forever and I am grateful: to him for choosing me and to me for saying yes to the experience.

Also, who would have told me that the same session would go from the first to the last photo in two such different versions of me? Well done Marcos!!

Here's to this memory... with a Russian tea of course! Hahaha!!