Girl Play

by Lucy Felthouse

  As Colleen focused on the position she focused enough to be able to do her job. Normally she would have watched the people drawing but today she just remained focused on the chair and the fleck of paint, not trusting herself to not blush or lose her train of thought.

  The time, thankfully, moved swiftly and after a few more poses she was done. Pulling on the dressing gown she took the opportunity to take a look at everyone’s work and answer any questions the various people had. There were always at least some questions; people seemed to feel the need to take some interest in the person they had seen naked. She didn’t mind it, although sometimes she wished she hadn’t looked at the drawings.

  Soon people began to pack up and say their farewells. Colleen said her farewells to the class and moved to the small room she had changed in.

  As she got to the door a voice, her voice, caused her to stop still.

  “Thank you for that Colleen.”

  A tingle ran up her spine, the hairs on her neck stood up on end. Smiling faintly she remained stood with her back to Sue.

  “It’s my job; I try my best with it.” She said, her voice wavering slightly. A noise behind suggested that Sue had moved. Colleen could feel eyes boring into her. A tension built up in the room the made butterflies flutter in Colleen’s stomach. Grabbing for her clothes Colleen twisted to one side allowing her to see Sue out of the corner of her eye.

  “Well, you do it very well. And you have such a breath-taking body, so beautifully proportioned, such sweet little numbers.”

  Colleen blinked. She was used to men and women coming on to her but not in the way she was doing. She had to hand it to her, however it was certainly the most original chat up line. If that’s what it was of course, she prayed she wasn’t taking it the wrong way.

  “Um...thank you?” She wasn’t quite sure how to take it and didn’t want to react one way or the other just in case she wasn’t being chatted up.

  “You’re welcome, it was meant as a compliment, so do take it as one.” She felt Sue move closer, her whole body tingling as desire spread through it. The soft fabric of the dressing gown suddenly felt tight, restrictive. Sue touched her arm, causing her to jump involuntarily. The warmth from her hand spread through the fabric, almost burning and sending tingles radiating from the spot.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump.” Her voice sounded hesitant and she began to move her hand away. Colleen blinked; she couldn’t let her get away, not when she felt the attraction she did. Reaching across with her right hand she placed it upon Sue’s arm stopping her from moving.

  “It’s okay, it wasn’t you. I’m just nervous, I wasn’t expecting it. Please, it’s okay.” She babbled, it wasn’t particularly the reasoning she would have used but it made sense for now, she thought, and at least it had the desired effect of keeping the hand there.

  Sue squeezed her arm tenderly, moving closer still, their bodies only a breath’s width apart.

  “If you’re sure.” Sue’s voice was suddenly low and soft, filled with a hint of desire. As she spoke Colleen heard her take one final step so that Sue’s body was pressed against her own.

  “I am.” She didn’t want to say any more, she only wanted to act, leaning back a little to emphasise her point.

  Sue’s right hand snaked around Colleen’s waist, holding her tight to her body. Biting her lip Colleen tilted her head back tilting her head so she could place a quick kiss against Sue’s neck. A moan escaped from Sue making Colleen wriggle back against her warm body. Sue’s hand tentatively moved her up from Colleen’s waits to her covered breasts. She took one in her hand and squeezed gently. Colleen moaned loudly wanting Sue badly wanting so much more. Sue squeezed again with more pressure, the fabric brushed against her breasts, heart spreading through her body. Colleen opened her mouth to speak but words failed her so she just moaned in pleasure trying to convey how she was feeling. .

  She felt Sue shift her weight, then lips were pressing down on her neck. Sharp, quick kisses filled with desire and lust. She reached up and ran her hand over Sue’s own neck, pulling down closer to her. Wriggling back against Sue’s body she shifted the dressing gown so that it started to fall away. The movement of her ass against Sue’s body seemed to break through something in her as a growl escaped from Sue’s throat. In one swift motion she pulled the dressing gown, yanking it to one side and freeing Colleen’s breasts.

  The kisses continued, hot, fast kisses, her warm breath causing Colleen to soar. Sue’s long fingers grasped at the now bare breasts, rolling the erect nipples in her fingers, pulling them into sharp points. She moaned into Colleen as she cried out, the sharp pain from her nipples mixed with the lust she felt sending her higher then she had been before and making her wetter then she thought possible. She had never been one for pain in sex but she got the feeling the older woman could open her world to a lot of new possibilities.

  Colleen felt her legs buckle under her but she was held up in a firm grip. She let a whimper out when her breasts were released, feeling Sue trace her fingers down her body until she reached her pussy. Colleen’s body trembled as the fingers paused momentarily before being pushed gently into her. She could already tell how wet she was but it was clear from the deep moan that Sue wasn’t expecting it. Her clit twitched and she shifted her body trying to move Sue into a position her body now craved.

  Fingers moved in a blur pushing deep into her whilst Sue’s palm brushed constantly against her clit sending Colleen’s body soaring.

  “Do you like that?” She whispered into Colleen’s ear. Shivering Colleen nodded in response, the fact that Sue’s voice was dripping with lust and husky with desire somehow made the whole thing far more erotic. Turning her head slightly she was able to look up at her, a flame was burning in her eyes. Kissing her passionately Colleen pushed against her lips. When Sue moved away briefly to take a breath she moved with her pushing her tongue into her mouth, exploring and dancing.

  When Sue finally broke away from the kiss she also moved her hands away from Colleen and much to Colleen’s disappointment took a step away from her. Colleen turned around to face her, concern pushing through the lust she felt. Had she gone too far? Was Sue just going to turn and leave? Fears raced through her as she looked over to Sue but as she did she saw her eyes and the fears melted away. Sue’s eyes seemed filled with so much desire Colleen knew what was going to happen. Taking a step forward to close the distance between them Colleen this time took the initiative. Pulling at her dressing gown she undid it completely then shrugged it off letting it fall to the ground, leaving her completely naked once more.

  As Sue took a second to drink in her body Colleen stood still, letting her gaze at her. Unlike earlier when she had felt just a tool, now she felt so much more and she could see the desire radiating from Sue. Now she felt wanted and she liked it. Deciding Sue had looked long enough Colleen covered the distance between them before wrapping her hands around Sue’s waist and tugging at the zip that held her skirt closed. Running her fingers into the waistline she smiled as she tugged the skirt down. She wasn’t going to be the only one with clothes missing. The skirt hit the floor revealing deep red silk knickers; a garter belt and garters holding up what Colleen had thought were tights but were clearly actually stockings. Biting her lip she gazed at Sue who squirmed a little, obviously not used to such close scrutiny.

  With no intention to stop the scrutiny Colleen turned her attention to Sue’s blouse. Slowly undoing the buttons one at a time she took her time to watch as Sue squirmed, before in a final flourish she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor raising an eyebrow as she did so. To her surprise but delight Sue was wearing a tight basque in the same deep red as her knickers were.

  Stepping back it was Colleen’s turn to stand and drink Sue’s body in, not for the first time nerves took hold of her as her desire bubbled up. Although clearly older than C
olleen, Sue was in very good shape. Her skin was tanned with a faint muscle definition. The basque was tight but not too restrictive and gave her body a pinched waist look about it. Licking her lips she decided she approved, although the underwear wasn’t anything she would ever wear it didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate it, and she definitely appreciated it on Sue.

  Deciding she had looked over her long enough Colleen moved back to Sue and wrapping an arm around her waist she kissed her passionately. Sue’s mouth opened just enough for Colleen to take hold of Sue’s bottom lip and bite down just a small amount. Drawing back with Sue’s lip in her mouth she let go only when Sue moaned slightly. Letting go she was just about to move when Sue grabbed hold of her waist and span her around so that she faced the table. Pushing her down over it Sue placed a hand firmly on the small of her back pinning her there.

  Unable to see what Sue was doing Colleen had to rely upon the noises that were occurring around her. Various items sounded like they were being picked up and moved around but as she wriggled impatiently she couldn’t see what was happening. After what seemed like an age but in reality was only now really a few moments Sue released her and let her turn around.

  Colleen was surprised to see that Sue had a large smile on her face, her eyes twinkling with a mix of mischievousness and lust. Colleen’s eyes wandered down Sue’s body to the items she was now holding in her hand her surprise becoming curiosity as she found that Sue was holding a paintbrush and two small sealed pots in her hands.

  Without saying anything Sue unscrewed one of the pots causing Colleen to attempt to take a peek. From the inside of the pot she could just see what looked like a vivid hot pink colour. She looked at Sue questioningly but Sue only smiled like a cat who had got its cream and ran her tongue slowly over her lips. Without hesitating Sue dabbed the paintbrush into the pot and drew it out.

  The tip of the paintbrush was now covered in the hot pink powder, powder which was quickly but gently drawn around Colleen’s left breast. The pink encircled her breast leaving nothing but her nipple uncovered. The bristles tickled against Colleen’s skin sending shivers of delight through her. Without removing the paintbrush Sue drew a line across to her other breast then encircled that one too.

  Colleen shuddered although it was a simple act the attention that Sue was paying and the way her eyes shifted as if Colleen was a living canvas caused her body to react quickly she could feel her legs becoming damp as her pussy twitched desperate for attention. The brush was removed from her body and Sue took a step back looking her over. Once again Colleen felt like she was nothing more than a tool for Sue to use and bit her lip to hold back a moan. The idea of being used in the traditional sense wasn’t something that appealed to Colleen in any way but somehow just being there for Sue to use was the most erotic feeling and one she couldn’t shake. Her whole body tingled with need, her senses soaring so every movement and sound was amplified.

  Sue unscrewed the second pot placing the first down next to her. Peeking over Colleen could just see a flash of green powder. Sue dipped the brush into the new powder and drawing it out looked Colleen up and down.

  “You really do have perfect proportions.” With that she moved forward and traced a line from the centre of Colleen’s breasts downward over her stomach stopping just before she got to Colleen’s clit, her shaved mound now covered in a green powder that was cool to the touch.

  Colleen instinctively parted her legs her heart hammering. She wondered what Sue would do next and didn’t have long to find out. Rather than moving away and putting the brush down Sue turned it in her hand. Tracing the base of the brush down from the green powder slit over Colleen’s clit and with a look of complete desire pushed slightly into Colleen’s twitching pussy.

  Colleen cried out arching her back and rocking her hips forward. Shifting her weight she pushed down on the brush as more was pushed into her. Sue leaned forward planting a kiss on Colleen’s lips. Colleen moaned into it moving so that the brush moved out of her a small amount before being pushed back in.

  Sue moved away from the kiss enough to tilt her head a little and whisper in Colleen’s ear.

  “You like that?”

  Colleen couldn’t do anything else other than nod as Sue increased the movement with determination. Her finger was pressed up against Colleen’s clit which caused Colleen’s body to shiver. Moaning Colleen cried out digging her nails against the table. A knot of energy began to build up inside her and she started to breathe rapidly her body tensing.

  Sue continued pushing deeper and harder into her and before Colleen realised what was happening her body shook and throbbed as an orgasm rocked through her. Crying out in pleasure she felt Sue hold her up as her legs collapsed underneath her.

  Smiling faintly, Colleen welcomed her into her arms, already looking forward to the next life class session.

  Beach Photographer

  Vanessa de Sade

  Set in a British seaside resort in the 1960s, Cindy walks the promenade each day in her Snappy Snaps blazer and creased white flannels, her trusty Rolleiflex camera slung around her neck.

  But behind the sunny facade there lurks a darker side to her nature, and Cindy desperately seeks her muse and wrestles with her own sexuality, both conundrums being resolved when she meets a voluptuous Venus at the far end of the beach...

  She walked the promenade each day in her red blazer and white flannels, oblivious to the giggles of the girls in their summer dresses who came down for the week to squawk and shriek and make big eyes at boys. Married women treated her more kindly, though, and posed with their children for her, their big maternal breasts heavy under their swimsuits as they stood ankle deep in the lazy water, their progeny gathered around them in smiling clusters.

  Cindy remembered them all with affection, every laughing group, every goose pimple on every fat thigh, every grain of sand that clung to wet swimsuits on white bodies shivering in the breeze as the endless processions of donkeys trudged up and down the crowded noisy beach. It was as though her brain was a storehouse for everything her camera saw, and she would watch, smiling, as the images she already knew faded into being in her developing tray under safe red light of her darkroom.

  Cindy loved being a beach photographer, loved strutting along the seafront in her blazer and creased white flannels, her prized Rolleiflex slung nonchalantly around her neck as she walked, chanting the patter they had taught her at the Snappy Snaps training course. “Photograph, Lady? Keep the memory alive on the dark winter nights? Record the kiddies growing up? Come on now, Love, only one and a tanner, hardly more than the price of an ice cream. Do it now and I’ll have it for you in the morning. Where you staying, Mrs Brown’s? Not a problem, Dear, deliver it while you’re still at breakfast. That’s lovely, stand together now, oh, now that is lovely, all together now, cheese!”

  Snappy Snaps provided the film and the chemicals and photo paper and took two thirds of what she made. Each week a man from head office came down to inspect her and tally up the books, counting the negatives and the print sales and taking the money, leaving her with fresh supplies and the rent paid. She had leased a tiny flat for the season, down at the far end of the north prom where the wreckage of the old pier stood like a rotten teeth in the waves, and the landlady turned a blind eye to the smell of chemicals and the strange red light in the linen cupboard she had converted for her nightly use.

  But tonight was Friday and the families had all gone in for tea, the scent of fish and chips wafting from every boarding house along the central prom. Monday it was pie and mash, Wednesday boiled ham salad, but Friday was always fish and chips with tined plums and custard to follow and a chocolate biscuit with the evening mug of tea, a special treat to end the holiday on a high note and ward off the thought of getting up next morning and catching the early train back to Manchester.

  Cindy sighed and walked slowly along the deserted front. She didn’t
do too much business on a Friday night on account of everyone going home on the morrow, but she had counted the taking and things were good this week and there was enough to send off for the new lens she’d been saving up for plus half a crown to spare for her copy of Photo World from the newsagents.

  Cindy loved Photo World and longed for the day when she would peel back the cover and see her name under the list of contributors, and she had printed up some of her best shots and pasted them onto the pages of old copies with her name written in neatly below; but for now all she had were the polite rejection slips from the picture editor. We thank you for sending this excellent image to Photo World but...

  Once a man had contracted her to take some “private” photographs and she had assembled her lamps at his flat on the South Shore Road, snapping the voluptuous bodies of brittle girls who had come up from Liverpool, their painted nails like claws and their eyes as dead as the fish the men landed at the pier each morning before the holiday-makers came out to play. She had taken her client the prints the next morning, still damp at the edges from where she had sat up all night in the darkroom, the girls’ bodies transformed into undulating plains of light and shade, but the man had been annoyed and hadn’t paid her.

  ***

  “No, no, no,” he’d said, throwing her work back down on the coffee table, “I wanted tits and arses, Lass, not all this art stuff. Lads in the forces buy these pictures to jerk off to when they’re away from home, no-one’s going to tug themselves off over these. This is a waste of my money, Lass, a waste, and now I’m going to have to pay those girls’ train fare to come up again. I knew I should have got a lad to do these...”

  She had the photographs still, the negatives carefully preserved between sheets of crisp tissue paper, the prints neatly labelled in an album discretely marked “figure studies”. She also had some other images, though, pictures that she hadn’t deemed suitable at the time, where the models’ carefully shaved bodies had revealed more than they should have, where rebellious nipples had poked up or languid labia hung down.