by L J K Cross
“What did I tell you?” gushed Siobhan but Amanda didn’t respond. She was speechless. The hallway with its marbled walls, sweeping golden-railed staircase and imposing statutes was just the entrance to the treasury. From where Amanda stood she could see through to a sunken living area that seemed to have seen very little living, only posturing and precarious balancing at uncomfortably flattering angles. Evidently the owner of the house placed little premium on comfort and relaxation but was more than comfortable in displaying their wealth. Then again, Amanda couldn’t imagine the owner of such a house finding the time to relax, considering the amount it must cost to buy and furnish such a property. Amanda didn’t feel very relaxed either. She was clumsy at the best of times but the more she worried about it, like she was doing right now, the more likely she was to break something expensive. Probably a priceless antique knowing Amanda!
“Right,” shouted Siobhan as she went into director mode. “This is what I am thinking. I am thinking retro. I am thinking psychedelic. I am thinking you on roller skates, hair in bunches, provocatively sucking on a lollipop, smothered in oil.”
“Ok,” said Amanda slowly, smiling. Siobhan had the wildest, wackiest imagination. Amanda would have been disappointed if Siobhan hadn’t got something unorthodox and creative in mind.
“I managed to pick up the goddarn cutest outfit that you are going to look absolutely adorable in. As soon as I saw it I just knew I had to get you in it and then frame by frame get you out of it.” Siobhan winked knowingly at Amanda. She was probably mentally directing Amanda out of her outfit at that very moment, frame by tantalising frame.
“I want to shoot you first outside by the pool in all that glorious natural light. I’m definitely going to need a gold reflector to bring out your cuts and skin tone.” Amanda realised Siobhan was getting carried away in her excitement and was talking more to herself than she was to Amanda.
“Then we will come inside to do some more hardcore shoots in the games area up on the mezzanine but I will show you that later. First lets get you sorted,” ordered Siobhan as she took Amanda by the hand and led her down the corridor at the side of the living area.
In the bedroom at the end of the corridor, Amanda found her outfit already laid out for her on the four-poster bed.
“Are you ok if I leave you to get ready?” asked Siobhan, “whilst I go and set up outside.”
“Sure,” replied Amanda.
“You have an en suite just through there. So feel free to use that if you need it. Then you can just go through these shutters to get to the pool. See you there in about ten minutes. Ok?”
Amanda nodded. She was dying to try on the outfit Siobhan had chosen. Just getting into costume and putting the finishing touches to her hair and makeup never failed to awaken her inner siren. By the time she stepped in front of the camera there would be no way of reigning in her seductive side as she flashed and flexed her muscles with full hypnotic allure.
Amanda found Siobhan sat, perched on a low stone wall, at the far end of the pool, hunched over her camera. Amanda was nearly upon her before Siobhan looked up, squinting into the sun and shielding her eyes as she tried to make her out.
“That was quick. Let me have a look at you in that outfit,” demanded Siobhan as she stood and moved out of the sun’s blinding glare.” “Give us a twirl.”
Amanda obliged. She loved the outfit – what little there was of it anyway. It was so fun and playful. With her hair back combed in bunches, her tongue teasingly twirling her lollipop and “hot ass” emblazoned across her, well, hot ass, Amanda was ready to unleash her flirty, coquettish side on the camera.
“Damn girl,” drooled Siobhan “I could play with you all day. The only problem is I just wouldn’t know where to start. Would I start with that big hard ass in those skimpy shorts or would I start with those pert nipples poking through that cut off top?”
“Did you want me in roller skates for this shoot?” asked Amanda. She needed to quickly change the subject. The heated vibes Siobhan was sending her were unmistakeable. Amanda could feel her body responding, relenting, but not yet. Amanda wanted to use all this sexual tension and make this shoot her best yet. Then they could celebrate together.
“Roller skates?” Siobhan seemed distracted. Dazed. Elsewhere. “Oh yeah. Roller skates to finish off the outfit, I’ve got them here,” she said, handing Amanda a battered pair of old fashioned roller skates, complete with scuff marks and two big stoppers at the front.
“I forgot to ask,” remembered Siobhan suddenly. “You can roller skate can’t you?”
“Of course I can,” replied Amanda as she squeezed her feet into the boots which were slightly too small for her. “I mean it has been a long time since I last had a go but it is like riding a bike isn’t it? You never forget.”
Once Amanda had managed to wedge her feet into the boots she tried getting to her feet. She was all outstretched, waving arms and wobbly legs as she fought to get her balance. She stood over 6 ft tall in the boots and looked more like a baby gazelle finding its feet than the provocatively taut and toned Lolita figure she sought to portray.
Siobhan was already trying to stop herself laughing.
“Could you please stop laughing and come here and help,” pouted Amanda as she tried her best not to collapse into fits of laughter at how ridiculous she must have looked. She needed to focus all her attention just on standing up.
“Are you sure you have roller skated before?” mocked Siobhan.
“Yes, I’m sure but I think I had better stick to just standing and posing in them today. If I try skating around on them I will probably end up head first in a bush.”
“Bet it wouldn’t be the first time,” muttered Siobhan under her breath.
“I heard that,” replied Amanda, feigning outrage.
Amanda and Siobhan, her hands firmly round Amanda’s waist, half congaed, half tripped over to the raised verandah. Amanda would be safe and look relatively expert as long as she had something to hold onto. Once in position, leant against a stone column, she was poised and ready for action. From the very first click of the camera’s shutter, Amanda worked her seductive magic. She knew which pose worked. She knew which angle flattered. She knew just the right amount of pout and eye contact that called to the camera and beyond to ensure her audience was captivated and open to further suggestion. The camera shutter went into a frenzied overdrive as it tried to keep up. It was desperate to capture each twist and turn of those amazing limbs. Impelled to decipher every loaded expression Amanda threw at it to be translated into each viewer’s own personal fantasy.
Leaning, casual and reposefully against the column, arms helpless and restrained above her head, she looked down invitingly at the camera.
Click.
Bent over, glutes and hams, hot and hard, suggestive and salacious and exposed in front of the camera. Back arched. Head thrown back over the shoulder to provocatively challenge.
Click.
Arms outstretched. Legs wide and flexed. A large human X of defiance, standing guard between the two columns. The expression dared you to defy and face punishment at your peril.
Click.
Crawling catlike on the steps with a flirty, feline lick of the lips. The viewer is left uncertain whether to kiss, stroke or play. But one thing was certain – whatever they chose she would be more than willing to play along.
Click.
“Baby. This is fantastic. You are on fire.” Well something was causing Siobhan to sweat. Her face was flushed. Her forehead glistened.
“I’ve taken over one hundred shots already. I think we need to move inside and get things really heated up.” Siobhan couldn’t hide her excitement any longer as her face was lit up by a huge Cheshire cat like grin. The anticipation of the inevitable was infectious. Amanda didn’t know how much more heat she could take before her last remnants of willpower melted away. She knew that in the games area there would be props to add and suggest as she proceeded to discard what little clot
hing she was wearing. Amanda felt her most potently dominant, the more exposed she was.
The games room was chilled and relaxed. Amanda was anything but. A haven of leisure and entertainment suspended on the mezzanine overlooking the living area, Amanda was in no mood for distraction. She went straight over to the classic style jukebox but the only buttons she would be pressing were her own. Amanda was feeling impatient. Her needs were urgent, compelling. She had a very unique way of deciding which track to play. She stood side on to the jukebox, bent forward, her crop top riding up high above her delectable breast, leaving it exposed and begging to be played. Her face a picture of rapture and delight.
“Turn towards me and lick your left breast,” urged Siobhan. “There you go. I just want to see that tongue tease that nipple. Show me how juicy it is.” Amanda could tell she was definitely hitting the right note with Siobhan.
Amanda then sashayed over to the bar and clambered up onto its polished surface. Amanda knew how to use her props. She worked them like she worked her muscles, making it all look so effortless and natural. It just felt so right to be reclined topless along a bar; an appetising serving of raw sex and prime muscle. Amanda arched her back and offered up her large mouth watering breasts. She ran an ice cube, slowly, scintillatingly, around her hard, erect nipples, savouring the slow trickle of wetness that leaked down her abs, seeping into her shorts, making them wetter than they already were. She was a hedonistic cocktail of intoxication served on the rocks, slightly shaken and waiting to be stirred, needing to be sipped and savoured.
Amanda purveyed the pool table; imaging all the ball banging action you could have on there. She knew exactly the position she wanted to get caught in on that pool table. She bent over the table, a firm grip on the cue. Her shorts were pulled down. Her legs and cheeks were spread. Ready to pot. Siobhan’s shutter clicked fast and furious. Next Amanda perched naked, a barefaced cheek on the side of the table. With one leg cocked on the table, she strategically positioned her cue. It was pointless. Her clit was too swollen with excitement to contain and conceal. Siobhan had crept up close between Amanda’s outstretched legs. She was much closer than she needed to be but was just not able to control herself.
“Just hold that cue to one side,” she panted. “And show me that gorgeous clit.”
Amanda obliged. As she did so she suggestively placed her finger in her mouth, parting her lips, intimating a desirous fervour for her other succulent lips to be fingered and pleasured. Siobhan longed to reach out, to acquiesce.
“How was that?” asked Amanda almost innocently. How was Siobhan supposed to answer? Out of this world? Incomparable? Hotter than hell? And this was just the warm up. The foreplay to the real action. They still had a video to shoot. Siobhan wondered how she was possibly going to last. She was exhausted. Spent. Just watching Amanda in action was an overload of the senses, a plethora of visual and imaginary stimulation. Siobhan rested on the floor, camera dropped at her side, to compose herself. She watched Amanda exit through the shutters as she headed out to the pool, her figure cast into silhouette by the midday sun. Siobhan gasped in her wake. She looked mythical. Celestial. Even in shadow her sexiness outshone all others.
By the time Siobhan had caught her breath and caught up with Amanda, Amanda was stood bare, bronzed and breathtaking by the side of the pool, ready to dive in. Siobhan wanted to dive in with her. She needed cooling down. She needed relief. She needed Amanda to take control as she was doing right now. Amanda was in no mood to be directed. She was taking the lead, commanding any voyeur to remit any last remnants of caution or control. They had no other choice but to join her; dive in head-first and be totally submerged by a tidal wave of euphoria.
“Siobhan,” Amanda called over, “Are you ready to get straight on with the filming? It will be best if it is totally natural and unscripted. You just make sure you keep the film rolling and try and keep your hand steady.” She gave Siobhan a playful wink before diving into the pool, her sharp cuts effortlessly slicing through the water’s surface. Siobhan almost forgot to start the filming.
Amanda glided through the water for several minutes, momentarily submerging then suddenly surfacing. Glimpses of muscle and wetness. An Amazonian of the water. A muscular mermaid, spirited, carefree and oblivious to onlookers. As Amanda pulled herself from the water, each muscle strained under her tight, wet skin, despite the effortlessness with which she leapt to her feet. Still in a blissful dreamlike state that somehow suffused outwards and seduced, Amanda stood and stretched her soaked limbs conjuring up the image of a pagan priestess invoking worship of the sun and imploring it to embrace her sacrifice. Siobhan was transfixed. A silent bystander. A lowly devotee. She felt physical pangs of jealousy towards the towel that Amanda had wrapped herself in, so intense was Siobhan’s desire to envelop Amanda’s nakedness. Even the zoom on the camera struggled rebelliously as if to remonstrate its aversion to Amanda covering up. It refused to comply and focus until Amanda had gone inside, into the bedroom and once again discarded of the towel.
Here in the bedroom, in her lair, Amanda was at her most captivating, now that she had you all to herself, now that she had you in her grasp. Kneeling on the bed she looked ready to pounce on her defenceless prey. Every sinew was taut and coiled, ready to spring and devour. Yet her victims still willingly sacrificed themselves to her insatiable sexual hunger. They could no longer trust themselves not to be bewitched by the vision before them, no longer trust themselves not to be deceived by their own lustful desires. They would have given anything for just a few moments to savour her sensuousness. Amanda reclined on the white bed sheets and allowed the soft lighting of the bedroom to gently caress her golden skin. She invited her prey to do the same. She looked so appetizing, so radiant, so tempting that any thought of danger was erased. All were lured unsuspecting into her trap. Siobhan was powerless to resist the temptation any longer. She abandoned the camera on its tripod, leaving it free to sit back, watch and enjoy the show. Siobhan quietly, reverently, slipped out of her clothes and slid between Amanda’s outstretched thighs. Looking up at Amanda’s glorious body Siobhan was impelled to worship and adore every inch of perfect muscle.
The first taste of Siobhan’s lips made Amanda moan with delight. It felt so deliciously charged. It felt so right. Amanda relinquished and reciprocated. All the intensity of the frustration that had been building up between the two was set free. Both abandoned their inhibitions and lost themselves in the moment. Siobhan’s kiss was firm, resolute, full of risk and excitement. From the first touch Amanda wanted more, probing her tongue recklessly into Siobhan’s hot mouth, seeking out unspoken fantasies. As their lips burned with blistering passion, their hands fanned the flames that licked and seared their most intimate parts. Siobhan cupped both of Amanda’s breasts and just held them admiringly as if they were objects to be prized and coveted. How long had she dreamt of this moment? How could a body be so hard and yet be so soft? How could a body appear so unattainable and yet appear so inviting at the same time?
She gave each breast equal adulating attention, spurred on by Amanda’s fast, hungry panting and intermittent groans. Siobhan started with slow, delicate licks. She wanted to take her time and not miss a single inch of Amanda’s ravishing skin but as Amanda’s breathing got heavier and more urgent, so did Siobhan’s tongue until she was grabbing at Amanda’s swollen breasts and devouring them with urgent despair. Her lips encircled Amanda’s pert, red nipples as her tongue flicked with fantastic fury and frenzied fervour. The intensity of the feeling was so much more than either of them could ever have imagined; even in one of Siobhan’s wildest fantasies and Siobhan had had more than her fair share of crazy wet dreams. So many times she had fantasised about this moment as she had spied Amanda’s nipples smuggled under a tight top or surveyed them through a camera lens. But her imagination could never have captured the way in which they hardened in her mouth as she sucked greedily on them. Nor could she have ever imagined the way Amanda arched her back every tim
e Siobhan’s teeth teasingly tugged on them, making them stand excited and erect.
The noises coming from Amanda were indecipherable and yet Siobhan could only be encouraged. The more her tongue flicked, the more her hands stroked, the more Amanda’s body writhed, the more animalistic were the sounds from Amanda. The small butterfly kisses that Siobhan planted as she worked her way down Amanda’s chiseled abs were met with squeals of delight until Siobhan’s lips reached her pubic bone and then she stopped and waited. Amanda stopped too, not making a single sound, barely daring to breathe. Siobhan had both hands on the inside of Amanda’s thighs, holding them open admiringly. Savouring. She felt the furious beating of Amanda’s pulse racing in her groin. She watched her clit throbbing in tandem, swelling with every passing beat, begging to be set free. With one long lustful lick of her tongue, Siobhan pushed deep inside Amanda’s tight pussy. With that first thrust Amanda felt every single muscle, even the muscles deep inside her, relax and submit. Instantly she felt her body carried away on a tide of ecstasy as she was awash with delight. The build up had been so long coming that as soon as she felt Siobhan’s tongue lapping and licking her pussy, Amanda came hard and fast and very noisily. Her scream was deep and guttural and unlike any noise she had ever made before but this was unlike any orgasm she had ever had before. Just when she thought she was finished she realised that she was only just beginning.
Amanda daringly opened her eyes. It was such a deliriously spectacular view. Siobhan was both enchanting and enchanted. Both of their bodies, hard and aroused, pulsated and writhed in a slow sensual rhythm. Both of their strong muscular thighs, spread wide, twisted and entangled as their clits stroked and slapped, tussled and teased, rubbing round and round, faster and harder, wetter and juicier until...They froze and held onto each other as they were overcome. Amanda was propelled to another level as she felt Siobhan explode around her. It was twice the intensity and double the muscle. Every heightened emotion and sensation was channelled through their engorged clits that they forgot about everything else. Only their hips moved slightly, involuntarily, seemingly interminably. They both clung onto the last waves of their orgasm, neither of them wanting to let go, almost frightened they would never reach such a state of pure and utter ecstasy again.
