Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  “At least it’s not transparent.” she whispered to the others.

  Lizzie shrugged and opened hers. She knew damn well that before long two men would be simultaneously taking photographs of their naked bodies, so considered Carrie’s comment to be pointless. She held out the black lace outfit that matched Carrie’s in style,, and instantly noticed that it was at least partially transparent, and immediately wished she had Carrie’s outfit. She noticed there was still something in the bottom of the carrier, reached in and pulled out a packet of stockings. There was a startled gasp from behind her and she turned to see Susie staring in fascinated horror at her outfit. It matched Lizzie’s in style but was white, and the lace was much lighter leaving it virtually transparent.

  There was nothing for it and the three girls began removing their own clothes, reluctantly replacing them with the outfits for the shoot.

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  A few minutes later the three emerged from the dressing room to find the two men waiting, cameras in hand, over the far side of the studio, in front of a floor to ceiling white background. Even the floor was covered in white cloth and the lights all pointed in that direction. Knowing what was to come, none of the girls tried to hide their modesty as they joined the two photographers and Lizzie, glancing sideways at Carrie, was surprised to see the points of her nipples tenting the silk fabric of her peignoir.

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  Phil had obviously seen the same signal and Carrie was surprised to find that she was modeling the first shoot; usually he started with either of the other two, but not this time. She moved forward into the well-lit area and noticed that the soft covers on the lights prevented shadows from being thrown onto the back cloth. She turned to face Phil with the necessary smile on her face.

  “Good, Carrie. I’m convinced that black is the color for you and that silk or satin show off your skin tone better. Now, working with two photographers is a new experience for you, I know, so we won’t be taking this quickly at all. I will give you the instructions so just follow my lead just as you have done before. Andy will simply move around and take his own shots as we go. Okay?”

  Carrie bit her lip slightly, then smiled resignedly and nodded.

  “Good. Let’s get started, then. Carrie, look at me, please Good. Smile, toss your head a little to make your hair move. Good. Now, tilt your head over to the side. Good. Try to look quite innocent as you lift your hands to the ties on your peignoir. Good. Excellent.”

  By now the familiar routine had lulled Carrie somewhat and, by looking directly at Phil all the time, she had almost forgotten that Andy was present and also taking pictures. The clicking of the camera from somewhere to the left and slightly behind her was a sudden reminder of his presence. Somehow, she summoned up the will power not to glance back at him, remembering Phil’s instructions.

  “Now, undo the laces by pulling the bow apart slowly. Good. Keep it going. Good. Let the loose ends fall. Good. Grasp the open edges and pull the garment apart. Good. Keep going. Shrug your shoulders so that it begins to slip down. Good. Let it fall off your shoulders but keep your hands there so that it doesn’t fall all the way. Good. Now, let your hands drop to waist level, allowing it to fall slowly with them. Good. Keep going, but keep it slow. Good. Relax your arms down to the side, let it slip all the way and pool at your feet. Keep smiling.”

  There was an edge to his last instruction and Carrie realized the smile had slipped. Quickly she reposted it back onto her face and stood loosely awaiting the next set of instructions. Andy was still low down to her left and the constant click of his shutter would unnerve her if she let it get to her. Resolutely she mentally squared her shoulders and waited for Phil. He didn’t keep her waiting for long.

  “Now, reach to the ties on the baby doll. I want you to repeat the exact same set of movements, please. Good. Keep going.”

  Again she reached for the two loose ends of the bow that was the only thing holding the front of the black silk together across her chest. As she pulled the bow slowly apart she could feel the maddening touch of the loosened silk as it lightly grazed the flesh of her nipples. Already turgid, they now rose to full hardness under the unwarranted stimulation. Now the bow was open and Phil was indicating to her to continue. Just as before she began to slowly split the two halves of the silk garment, only this time the movement was exposing more and more of the bare flesh of her chest. The deliberate movement of the silk across her nipples as they were slowly inched toward exposure was even more stimulating than the earlier motion and, as a result, she realized her pussy juices were leaking out into the silk panties that would shortly be the only article she was wearing. She realized her sexual stimulation was obvious to both men as she contemplated the fact that she was about to expose herself to them simultaneously.

  Then the moment was upon her. First one and then the other erect nipple sprang into view as the silk was drawn aside and, within a very short space of time, the baby doll had joined the pool of black silk at her feet. Her breathing accelerated and she realized she was suffering the same kind of fate she had chastised Susie for the previous week. Unwarranted male attention in this manner was over-stimulating her and her body’s responses were automatic and now going into overdrive. Both men were now in front of her taking pictures of her naked chest and she found her left hand wandered without instruction upwards onto her chest to first cup her breast, and then fondle and pinch her nipple.

  Phil interrupted her sexual reverie and resumed command.

  “Turn around, please, Carrie. Good. Now, reach down with both hands and grasp the waistband of the panties. Good. Push them down an inch at a time. Good. Keep going. Excellent. Keep going.”

  Both men and the two watching girls were treated to the sight of Carrie slowly pushing the tight silk panties down over her slim hips and, as the globes of her bum came into sight, they were both surprised to see that Carrie was shivering with excitement.

  “Turn around now, Carrie.”

  Phil’s instruction punctuated the moment when gravity took over from Carrie’s fingers and pulled the panties down to join her other garments around her feet. Carrie slowly turned to face the two photographers with Andy’s camera obviously concentrating on the groin area as Carrie’s neatly trimmed bush came into view. The girls in the beauty parlor had waxed the area immediately surrounding her pussy lips themselves and, as a result, when Carrie unconsciously opened her legs slightly to stand more comfortably, the pink flesh positively glowed in the camera lens.

  “Reach down to yourself, please, Carrie.”

  Carrie’s hand snaked down towards her groin and she continued the opening motion, broadening her stance and giving her fingers access to her extremely moist pussy. The four people watching this lewd display were treated to the sight of Carrie almost instantly tensing up as her body went over the edge into orgasm.

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  Now it was Lizzie’s turn under the spotlights. As she moved into position she assumed that something very similar would be happening to her. In fact, whilst the end result would be similar, the process itself and the route followed would not.

  “Right, Lizzie. Andy’s going to be giving the instructions this time.”

  Andy smiled reassuringly at her and slipped into a very similar patter to Phil’s. If his accent hadn’t been more significantly northern she would have believed it was still Phil.

  “Okay. Lizzie, please smile at me. Good. Now, turn slightly to your right, give me a partial profile. Good. Lift your head higher. Good. With your left hand, please grasp your peignoir at about waist height on that side and pull it apart slowly to show off your stockings. Good. Now, wider out still so I can see the stocking tops. That’s not quite right. Phil, what do you think?”

  “See what you mean, Andy, but allow me.”

  Phil put his camera down and approached Lizzie. She couldn’t prevent herself glancing at him as he came up to her. The grin on his face and the gleam of anticipation in his eyes told her immediately that
this was pre-planned. The fact that Andy was continuing to take photos reinforced the opinion that what had happened with Carrie had been the starter and the main course was about to be served, or rather unwrapped.

  Phil’s fingers lightly grazed her leg as he placed his hand on the exposed flesh between the peignoir and the stocking top. As his hand slid gently upward, he brushed her hand away from the garment and pulled it slowly to the side, revealing more and more of her lower body. His other arm circled her and pulled her slightly off balance, forcing her to splay her legs a little to regain her equilibrium.

  This had the required effect of displaying even more of the flesh of her lower body. His other hand gradually, almost imperceptibly, gathered the fabric of the peignoir on that side, increasing the level of exposure even more. To the horrified girls watching—one nude, one in transparent white—it was obvious that Lizzie was being stripped for the camera rather than stripping for it. It was a long way from that moment each remembered when asked to undo their blouses for the camera for the first time. Carrie decided she had gotten off lightly. Susie was pretty sure now how things would pan out for her.

  Susie shivered as the entirety of Lizzie’s black lace panties came into view. Even without being in front of the cameras, she knew her own body was responding to the exposure, the groping that was happening in front of her.

  Now his hand crept upward past Lizzie’s waist, brushing the lace aside as he did so, until passing up her flank it veered course slightly to cup her breast. Under his expert ministrations her nipple popped into full extension, quickly followed by the other, as his other hand rose to her neck and then the side of her face, twisting her head back to look sideways at him. He lowered his face towards her and noted she opened her lips to receive his kiss even as her eyes closed. As the kiss deepened passionately, his free hand continued to manipulate her breast and the bow on the peignoir came completely undone. The black lace parted sensuously and he broke the kiss to move behind her where he pulled the garment apart and down off her shoulders. He lowered his face, kissing one of the exposed areas of flesh, and she shivered as her own sexual anticipation mounted.

  She knew the feeling of powerlessness that being in Phil’s hands gave her was helping her towards a peak of excitement she would never have fantasized about.

  Soon the black lace made a puddle around her feet and Phil stepped closer to her, still behind her, and she could now feel the way his expanding cock nestled into the crack of her behind. He continued to kiss her shoulder as his hands now slid around, and then up and under the baby doll, until he was cupping and squeezing both breasts. Her nipples were trying to dig holes in his palms, crying out for him to drop his hands and squeeze them with his fingers. His lips moved up onto her neck and, as she leaned her head to the other side to allow him more access to her neck, she felt her own juices flowing out to wet the lace of the panties.

  The smell of arousal flooded Phil’s nostrils and he knew Lizzie was his for the taking. That was unfortunately not part of his plan at this moment so, instead, he moved in for the finale, saving the obvious conclusion for later. After all, it was still early in the evening.

  Soon his hands left her breasts and moved to the bow in the center which was quickly undone and, just as soon, the sight of her breasts cupped in Phil’s hands was available to Andy’s camera lens.

  Phil whispered in her ear as he continued to manipulate and stimulate her breasts.

  Responding to the instruction, she allowed the baby doll to fall away and, reaching down, began to push her panties off. As her bald pussy came into sight, his hand snaked downward across her taut belly. She opened her legs to the insistent pressure from his fingers. The constraint on this movement imposed by her panties released as they joined the pile of lace on the floor and she stepped out of them. Her legs parted lazily, lusciously, as per the instructions imparted into her soft flesh by his probing hand. His fingers quickly found the tiny protruding nub and, within another couple of minutes, she, too, was experiencing a crashing, quivering orgasm in front of Andy’s lens.

  As he left Lizzie to recover, pick up the pile of lace and move clear of the lights, Phil cocked his head at Susie inviting her to take her place.

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  Susie had assumed Phil would resume his ministrations on her and was somewhat surprised to find Phil had picked up his camera and that Andy had put his down and was approaching her. This time there was no subtlety in the movements of the two men. Both knew exactly what the plan was and Susie was in no position to argue with them over it.

  As Susie stood there she knew that all too soon the hands of a man she barely knew—indeed, had only been introduced to an hour or so earlier—would be running his hands over her body and fondling her most intimate places. As Andy moved around behind her, having first frankly appraised her well displayed nearly naked body, she analyzed her own reactions to her predicament. Sure, there was apprehension there, of course, but also a barely contained excitement. She had felt similar sensations when Phil had first got her to bend over the settee back, exposing her knicker less state to the camera for the first time. Other times in between, too. Her nerve ends screamed in flames as she waited for Andy’s touch. She knew very little more than contact with the man would push her, with very little effort, where her two friends had already gone.

  The two men, just as with Lizzie, didn’t bother issuing instructions, they knew exactly the script they intended to follow.

  Susie felt Andy’s hands lightly brush against the outside of her arms as they hung down beside her body. She felt his chest and loins gently squeeze up behind her until the instant pressure on her back told her that he was, indeed, in close proximity to her. His hands left her arms and she moved gracefully of her own volition.

  Her arms slowly rose to shoulder level and then above her head. Once stretched out in a straight line above her, she was an arresting sight for the camera lens. Andy’s hands moved in to grip her waist just as she expected them to do, and she lowered her hands behind her to hug his head in close to her.

  The offer and invitation was plain to all of the observers. By positioning her hands behind Andy she was offering any and all of her front to Andy’s hands and to the camera. It was a surrender gesture that was heightened by the way she dropped her head slowly backwards, parting her lips and closing her eyes languidly as she did so. As the tip of her tongue poked out and nervously flicked at her lower lip, Andy’s hands began to move up, over the offered front of her body still clad in layers of white near transparent lace.

  Susie continued her surrender movements, with her left leg beginning to move. Her foot pivoted until she was standing on the tiptoe of that leg. This lifted her knee parting the lace of the peignoir and showing the lengths of her naked leg quite deliberately. Andy simply twitched the layers of lace apart to expose the thigh. Her next movement left the girls gasping as its audacity took them. The extended knee now pivoted to the side, dragging the peignoir with it, exposing her panty clad crotch to the lights and the camera. With one leg now bent at the knee, but out to the side in this manner, her legs were split wide apart at the level of the crotch, both offering her sex to Andy’s eager fingers and inviting him to plunder her defenseless treasures.

  Her friends were stunned by Susie’s lascivious display and Phil simply clicked away madly as she exerted her control over the other man. Phil’s rock hard penis twitched at the thought of what was to come.

  Andy’s right hand now moved, too, undoing the bow of the peignoir and then dipping down to waist level. Susie tensed, waiting for the touch on her pussy which would release the floodgates on the pent-up feelings within her. It didn’t come; instead his hand found the hem of the baby doll and moved upwards toward its intended prize inside. As his hand reached the swell of her breast, his finger and thumb stretched out and closed around her nipple. Although still covered by the white lace, everyone else in the room could see his actions through the transparent fabric as the fingers tightened
cruelly around the distended bud and squeezed with irresistible force.

  Susie gasped with the pain and then stiffened as her body translated the feeling into pleasure and convulsed in the throes of the orgasm that had built up inside her. The crotch of her panties was instantly drenched with her juices and the near transparent wisp of fabric went see-through in a flash.

  Before she could recover, Andy’s other hand had undone the fastening on the baby doll and pushed both layers of fabric off her now naked breasts. His fingers fastened onto both nipples pulling, twisting and squeezing in a way that made both the girls observing wince with the transmitted feeling of pain. Both, however, had to acknowledge this brutal assault on their friend was having an effect on them, too, and their own tender buds were aroused as well. Naked as they were, this was also obvious to the guys, too, not that either spared them much attention as this was focused on the writhing blonde supporting herself with her hands entwined around Andy’s neck.

  Susie was moaning and yelling with the pleasure of the responses Andy was quite literally wringing from her body. Instead of coming down from the peak of the orgasm, she found herself soaring straight back to into the clouds again—and staying there!

  Eventually, her torturer and her own body allowed her to come back down. Her legs wouldn’t support her and Andy gently disengaged her arms from around his neck and lowered her into a lewd sitting position. Seeing her sitting there, with her legs spread obscenely apart and her exposed chest heaving as she tried to take in oxygen, Andy couldn’t help himself. He gently guided her upper body back until she was lying prone on the floor, still with her legs wide apart. He moved around to her feet and gripping her ankle began to massage his hand higher and higher up her leg.