Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Well, you’re not going to be showing off very much, are you? Nowhere near as much of your body will be on show as when you wear one of your little cocktail dresses, let alone a bikini. Go on, just another couple of buttons.”

  I struggled to suppress a gasp as without further objection, Leah did exactly as he said. We could both now clearly see the triangle of black lace and silk from her full slip showing between the halves of the blouse, which was now only fastened by the lowest three buttons.

  “Excellent, now turn slightly to your left. Hold that. Smile for me. Good. Now lick your top lip again. Good. Undo another button. Stay exactly like that. Excellent. You look truly fabulous, Leah. The camera is eating you up. Another button. Perfect. Now turn back to face me. Smile wider, let’s see some real teeth. Excellent. You are enjoying this, aren’t you? I can tell, so can the camera. Now that last button, good, hold it there a minute, now slowly pull the two halves of the blouse apart. Great. You look fabulous, absolutely stunning. Wider, bit wider. Great, all the way to the sides now. Perfect. Now lose the blouse.”

  Suddenly all motion in the room stopped, except for the rapid heaving of Leah’s chest as she sucked in air. She looked down at herself, realising for the first time that following his instructions had almost removed another layer of her clothing, something she hadn’t intended at all at the beginning of the session. I checked my watch. Only thirty minutes had passed since I’d snuck in through the patio doors. Owen was obviously taking it slow. Why not? He thought he had plenty of time. It was obvious he was using the camera to seduce my wife! Again the red mist began to descend and again I stayed motionless as I watched the drama unfold.

  “What’s the problem, Leah?”

  “Not sure I want to go that far.”

  “Don’t be silly, the flush on your face and your rapid breathing tell me you want to. Besides, you show far more flesh at the beach than you do in that slip. Now, time’s moving on and we still have a lot to do, so lose the blouse, Leah.”

  His voice seemed to almost crackle with authority, and I realised for the first time Leah had a little bit of a submissive streak in her, as without further argument she slowly slid the blouse back off her shoulders and down her arms. Again, unconsciously neat, she folded the blouse and laid it on top of her jacket.

  “Very good, see that wasn’t hard, was it?”

  The smile she gave Owen was a little wan as she turned back to face him, as he raised the camera to his face and then lowered it again, a pensive look on his face.

  “Sorry, Leah, we’ve got a bit of a problem here.”

  “Oh?”

  “Well, it’s the colours. Black doesn’t really go with navy. They clash, especially on film.”

  She cocked an eyebrow at him.

  “So you expect me to do what? Lose the skirt?”

  “Brilliant idea, Leah. Yes, please.”

  “In your dreams!”

  “Absolutely, but in reality too, please.”

  “No chance.”

  “Leah, how long is the slip? About the same length as the skirt, isn’t it?”

  She nodded, reluctantly.

  “So you won’t be exposing any more than you are at the moment, will you?”

  Again she nodded, pensively chewing at her bottom lip. I could see the fallacy of his argument straight away, she’d been wearing black stockings next to the navy skirt all along, so there was obviously no real problem with the colours, it was just a way to get her out of her final item of outerwear, down to her lingerie.

  Sneaky bastard!

  “Come on, Leah, we need to press on.”

  I couldn’t really believe my eyes as she shrugged and reached both hands behind her to undo the hook and eye and the zip on the skirt. She wasn’t watching Owen and that predatory grin was back as he raised the camera once more and began to take shot after shot as she pushed the zip down and then began to wriggle her way out of the skirt, as she pushed it past her hips. After several, incredibly sexy wiggles, the skirt pooled around her feet and without thinking she bent forward at the waist to pick it up as she stepped out of it. Owen continued to take frame after frame as she inadvertently showed him a perfect view straight down her cleavage. Indeed, one of the shoulder straps of the slip fell down onto her arm as she straightened up. She could do nothing about it with her hands both clasped in her skirt, which she folded and placed on top of her blouse. Her hand rose to brush the offending strap back into place alongside the bra strap which had remained.

  “Leave it. It looks incredibly sexy like that. It’s almost perfect.”

  It shook me to the core when Leah did as she was told, turning to face Owen and smiling at him, the strap of the slip dangling halfway down to her elbow, slowing off the top of the cup of her black satin bra as it dragged the lightweight fabric down.

  “You look adorable, Leah, absolutely adorable. Now smile a bit wider and lift your left hand up to your face, extend the index finger and gently touch your bottom lip with it. Make it a pensive smile. Lower your head again and look at me through your eye lashes. That’s perfect. Now flick the other shoulder strap off your shoulder to match the right side. Excellent, perfect in fact. The camera worships you, girl. You are stunning.”

  Again the hypnotic mix and the soothing sound of his voice was working its magic, Leah was enjoying herself in front of the camera and it showed, the gentle flush to her cheeks wasn’t embarrassment, far from it, I knew my wife so well, she was getting hot, the way her eyes sparkled said she knew it too. As Owen turned slightly I could see the noticeable bulge in the front of his trousers, he was obviously enjoying it and anticipating more—a lot more.

  “Now, drop your hands to your sides. Good girl. Grasp the fabric of the slip and just bunch it up under your hands a little, let’s see a little more leg.”

  Leah was chewing her lip again, although I was beginning to suspect her reluctance was as much feigned as real.

  “Keep smiling, now bunch the fabric up, just gather it in your fingers, and allow the hem to rise. Keep going. Excellent. A little more, a little higher. Perfect. You have beautiful knees, Leah. Keep going, and look at me, straight into the camera and smile. Higher, keep it moving. Let the camera see those fabulous legs of yours.”

  The hem of the slip was now well above the knee, in fact you could just see the bottom edge of the lace band of the stockings beginning to peek into view below it. It was that high.

  “Keep going, that’s absolutely awesome, now twist your left foot slightly to the side, and point the toe out a bit more. Perfect. Keep raising the hem. Good girl.”

  There was a lot of lace showing now, and Leah seemed to be almost oblivious to the length of leg she was showing to the camera, and incidentally to the neighbour she’d purported to dislike. A moment later the slip lifted clear of the stocking top and smooth tanned bare leg was now in view, and still he didn’t tell her to stop, and she didn’t. More and more of her legs came into view as she continued to gather the fabric at her waist. The slow movement of her hands was having an effect higher up, one she was equally immune to – the shoulder straps had slipped further, the whole front of the slip beginning to peel downwards exposing more and more of the black satin bra and her cleavage between the fabric cups.

  The hemline continued to rise further and further, exposing more and more naked thigh and the contrasting black lines of the suspenders holding the stockings up. Finally the crotch of her black panties came into view and still she didn’t stop. Owen had stopped giving her instructions merely continuing to click the camera shutter as she continued to show more and more of her lingerie and body to him. After what seemed like an age he spoke.

  “Stop there, Leah. That’s absolutely awesome. Just stand perfectly still.”

  Perfectly still was beyond my wife at this point, her breathing was coming in gasps through her open mouth and she was visibly swaying backwards and forwards as she tried to cover her arousal, without success.
Owen put the camera down and for the first time since my arrival approached her closely, standing very close in front of her. He was a couple of inches taller than her, even in her high heels, forcing her to tilt her head to look into his eyes. He placed his hands on her hips, below where she had gathered the fabric of the slip, but not actually on her flesh. Leah flinched slightly but made no move to push him away or remove his hands, let alone drop the slip she was still clutching.

  “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, Leah? It’s time to lose the slip completely.”

  She shook her head half-heartedly, still breathing heavily, if anything even more heavily than before.

  “Let go of the slip, Leah. I’ve got it. Good girl. Now lift your arms above your head.”

  I watched in astonishment as she slowly complied with his instructions, raising her hands up above her head until her arms were straight. She had to know what he was going to do and she made no attempt to stop him!

  As anticipated, Owen began to raise his hands too, drawing the slip higher up her body. It caught for a second on her outthrust breasts but came clear in a rush and he pulled it away from her arms before discarding it on the floor. He returned his hands to her hips once more, this time only the thin satin of her panties stopped him touching her feverish, naked flesh. She lowered her arms to hang limply by her sides.

  Leah stood there exposed to his eyes, only her rather modest black satin bra and panties set covering anything, preventing him from seeing to shooting her body exactly as he said he wanted to, and exactly as she said she wouldn’t allow. Her mental state was clearly clouded by her arousal at the situation and it was obvious to me that if he proceeded to strip her naked on the spot she wouldn’t be able to stop him, nor would she want to.

  Owen surprised me, this drama was not yet played out to its logical conclusion, and my devious neighbour had at least one more trick up his sleeve. He slowly guided her over to the couch, gently pushed her into a sitting position then bent down, swept her legs from under her, half turning her in the process and lying her full length on the soft cushions before moving away to retrieve his camera once more. He glanced at the side table at the end of the couch and then leaned over and picked up her mobile phone that was lying there. Obviously she’d been planning on listening out for my call to give her time to tidy up afterwards and get Owen safely out of the house. Very devious. He handed the phone to her, she took it uncomprehendingly.

  “Now put it to your ear as if you are listening to someone.”

  “Why?”

  It was the first time Leah had spoken for some time, and her voice came out low and husky, much sexier than her normal speaking voice. If I’d needed another clue to her aroused state this would have done the trick. Her voice only got that thick when she was getting close to an orgasm.

  “I want you to pretend for the camera, Leah. I want you to pretend you’re having phone sex with, I don’t know, maybe a lover, maybe even your husband. Just smile and pretend to listen, I’ll be the one telling you what to do.”

  A germ of an idea of how to prevent this getting entirely out of hand began to form in my mind. Maybe there was a chance here to put a spanner in his plan to seduce my wife, but I wasn’t about to act on it first. I still wanted to find out how far Leah was prepared to go in front of the camera like this.

  She nodded, giving in when I least expected it.

  “Now take your free hand, and rest it on your breast, over the bra. Good girl. Now gently cup your breast with it, stroke it, run your fingers across it. Feels good, doesn’t it, Leah? You’re doing well. Good girl. Now squeeze it a little, make yourself feel the pleasure your hand is providing.”

  Her breathing became more ragged.

  “Now slowly slide the tips of your fingers underneath the cup onto your naked breast. How good does it feel?”

  “Fab . . . Oh God! Fabulous.”

  “Slowly pass your fingers to each side of your nipple, is it distended?”

  “Y . . . Yes!”

  “Pinch your fingers together. Pinch that little nub of pleasure-giving flesh. Feel the waves course through your body.”

  He was leaning over the back of the couch now, getting a close up shot of the writhing body of my wife as she continued to follow his commands.

  “Take your hand out and undo the clasp of your bra. Good girl.”

  The camera shutter continued to click time and again as her hand travelled slowly across to her cleavage, grasped the two halves of the hook and eye fastening between her breasts and flicked it open with a deft twist. Her breasts seemed to swell in the now loose cups as the elastic fabric sprung apart. The tips of her breasts were still covered by the slack fabric but obviously not for long. Owen didn’t need to tell her what to do next as she daintily plucked first one bra cup then the other to the sides, to display her breasts in all their glory. The camera continued to click in a frenzy as her fingers went back to stroking her breast, pinching and pulling the nipple in between times when she cupped the whole boob in her hand.

  “Good girl, that’s amazing. Keep doing that. You have beautiful tits, Leah. Absolutely the best rack I’ve seen for a while.”

  Even his descent into a cruder way of talking, as his own arousal rose, didn’t faze Leah or put her off her stride. Without taking my eyes away I pulled my phone, thankfully in silent mode, from my trouser pocket and brought it up in front of my face. Flicking my gaze between the screen and the increasingly erotic scene in front of me I quickly typed a message but didn’t press the send button; not just yet, I wanted to see what would happen next, would he actually get her to go to the obvious next stage.

  “There’s another part of your body crying out for attention, isn’t there, Leah? Something that longs to be touched, the way you are playing with your tit. Lower your hand down your body, Leah. Touch yourself, you know you need to.”

  It was amazing to watch as her eyes closed, the phone pressed to her ear. Deep in an imaginary conversation, she allowed her hand to snake down her body towards her panties. The hovered between the elastic of her garter belt and the top of the satin garment for a moment before dropping lower still until she was cupping her sex over her panties.

  “Good girl. But you want to do more, don’t you? You want to touch yourself properly, don’t you, Leah? Put your hand inside your panties. Do it!”

  His voice was becoming hoarse as he shuffled sideways along the couch to crouch over her loins as she complied with his instruction. Her fingers slid inside the waistband of her last garment and descended towards her mound.

  “Perfect, Leah! Perfect. But the camera can’t see what your fingers are doing. The camera wants to see your pussy, Leah. The camera would love to see it all.”

  Slowly her hand came clear and moved to one hip where she began to ease the satin down onto her thigh. With only one hand, and lying down as she was, this was awkward, and worse still it looked awkward. Owen decided once more to intervene.

  “Allow me.”

  He put the camera down on the floor behind the couch, leaned over and put both hands on the points of her hips. Her hand moved once more back to her crotch and dipped down inside her panties once more, a dreamy smile playing over her panting face.

  “Lift your hips. Let’s get this cunt of yours into the open. Let’s see what you’re hiding there.”

  She did as she was told, again the crudity not deflecting her. She was obviously far gone, close to the point of an orgasm as he savagely jerked the panties down and onto her legs.

  “Raise your legs so I can remove them completely, Leah.”

  Her hips sank back to the cushion and her legs rotated upwards, allowing him to stand and draw the garment off her completely. It disappeared into his pocket.

  “A natural blonde, Leah, I like that.”

  He bent to retrieve the camera and Leah lowered her feet back to the surface of the couch, keeping her knees raised. I knew he was about to tell her to spread her legs and she clearly did too. Le
ah didn’t wait for the command. Her right knee rotated sideways until it was touching the back cushion of the couch, her left knee dropping away on the other side. Between her legs her fingers were flying, stroking herself and massaging her clit as the lips of her pussy unfurled to expose it.

  She was moaning now, a near continuous purring sound deep in the back of her throat, a sound I knew well. My wife was very close to an orgasm.

  Owen wisely let her continue, capturing the moment with his constantly clicking shutter as she worked herself up and then over the edge.

  “I’m cumming . . . God!”

  She thrashed around on the couch as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her body. Even from this distance I could tell it was a huge one, something that didn’t happen very often.

  I gave her a couple of minutes, as did Owen, but for different reasons. He was clearly about to move onto the final stage of his seduction plan, and it was clear to both of us, my wife was in no state to resist. Grinning fiercely at the spoke I was about to thrust into his plans, I clicked the send button.

  A couple of moments later the phone in Leah’s hand buzzed insistently to announce the arrival of a text message. She opened her eyes, which still looked somewhat glazed with the force of the passion that had swept through her, and brought the phone round in front of her face to read the message.

  The healthy flush which had suffused her skin quickly faded as she read it. A second later, a deathly pale Leah sat bolt upright.

  “Leah . . .”

  “Fun’s over, Owen. You’ve got ten minutes to pack up and get out. Leo will be home in twenty minutes and I need to get the house straight and jump in the shower. Move.”

  She was suddenly all business, despite the slick layer of sweat coating her naked body. She swung her legs around and powered herself into a standing position.

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into that. Now get moving.”

  Owen was already moving, his hands taking one part of his equipment to pieces and stowing it with practised ease. First the camera, then one by one the lights clicked off, the umbrella shades were folded down, the light dismounted, and the stand collapsed.