by Bridy McAvoy
“Very nice. Now bring your hands up above your head—reach as high as you can.”
The hemline rose even higher and she glanced in the mirror to the side, which Chris hadn’t covered up. She was showing several inches of bare thigh above the stockings and she shivered at the thought. She wasn’t quite showing off her see through white panties, but if any of them dropped to the floor for a different angle they’d get a shot of them, for sure. She quickly turned back to face Chris and watched his eyes as they roamed up and down her body.
“Move closer, baby.”
The men closed in around her, jostling to keep out of each other’s camera line. She moved close to Chris and her legs bumped against his knee. Chris made a delicate spreading motion with his fingers and grinned at her.
“Straddle my leg, Kayla, like a pro would.”
She allowed her legs to part, dancing in place, still with her arms stretched above her head, and slid forward so her thighs were either side of his knee. All five of the others were clicking way, the shutters sounding so loud on occasion she thought they were getting very close. She checked in the mirror but there was a couple of feet of separation.
Chris beckoned her to lean down to him and she swung her arms down and forward, resting her hands on his shoulders. “You look magic like this, baby. Now time to up the heat a little. Rub that pussy of yours on my leg.”
She’d seen some clips from films before and knew what he meant, but was still shocked by his request—at least he was wearing his trousers, and her panties covered her to a lesser degree, but it was still a blatantly sexual act, and it was obvious he was pushing her boundaries again.
Kayla smiled down at him and thought hard, as she lowered herself so her crotch came into contact with the slick fabric of his suit. The contact sent her nerve endings into overdrive and she gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, making Chris flinch in turn. She slid forward along his knee, the drag of his suit trousers against her panties providing pressure on her sensitive pussy without her grinding down against him. She shuddered and looked into his eyes to see he was watching her face closely.
Her mouth opened and she gasped for breath as his hands rose to catch her hips and then push down as she continued the movement.
“Sit up straight.”
His voice was almost a croak—five hours of immersion in a sexual atmosphere had had as much effect on him, and she guessed on the others too, as it had had on her. She pushed herself upright so she was no longer leaning on his shoulders and started to rock her upper body in counterpoint to the grinding motion of her pussy on his leg. He used his hands on her hips to pull her tighter against him, increasing the friction, while all around her the men continued to snap shot after shot of her wanton display. The increased pressure on her slit was driving her crazy—she didn’t need Chris to tell her to act sexy. Her mouth opened again and she licked her lips in a gesture she was sure some, if not all, of the photographers captured while she panted for breath.
The silk of the slip caressed her back as she swayed, rubbing across her bra-encased rigid nipples and increasing her excitement as she gazed into Chris’s eyes, for the moment the other men forgotten. Chris’s next instruction changed that.
“Stand up, baby—turn around and then do the same thing again, this time facing away.”
Standing made Kayla realize her legs were trembling from the sexual heat building in her body, centered on her pussy. Now she had to confront the other five men—she’d be facing them this time, so would have to close her eyes to shut them out. Her body bemoaned the loss of contact with the leg that had been stimulating her and she hurried to comply, not bothering if her turn was graceful as she spread her legs and backed over his knee. This time as she sank down into position, Chris’s knee rose to meet her, even as his hands slid under the slip to grasp her naked waist underneath it.
“God!”
“Feel good, baby?”
“Uh…huh.”
The ring of men in front of her seemed to close in on her, especially when two of them—she thought it was Phil and Steve—dropped to their knees to focus their cameras on her mound as she rubbed and ground it against Chris’s leg.
Moments before, the slip caressing her skin had felt stimulating, but now it was irritating her—she didn’t wait for Chris to say anything, reaching down for the hem with her hands crossed and pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. She allowed a smile to cross her lips as she leaned back into Chris’s chest then lifted her arms back over her head and draped the red silk around his neck. His hands moved from her hips to her flat stomach while still encouraging her to keep up the pressure as she ground her slit against him.
She forced herself back upright and felt his hands move to her back, circling for a moment, rubbing his fingers across her fevered skin, then moving to grasp the bra strap. Her hands went to her shoulders crossing her forearms across her chest, the thin white lace releasing as he undid the clasp. She pulled the straps down her arms as his hands returned to her hips and pushed her down onto his leg. She thought he’d lifted his foot onto tiptoe too, making the contact between his thigh and her pussy even harder. Her bra was now hanging loose in her fingers, and her arms prevented any view of her naked tits for the cameras. She felt wanton and carefree, reaching the point where she wanted the release of another orgasm, wanted them to see her body once more—wanted, above all, to feel the power she had over them again.
She leaned back into Chris and his hands moved once more to her stomach as she prepared to lift her arms above her head to wrap her bra around his neck on top of the slip. Chris’s hands rose higher, to cup his hands over hers, shielding her tits from their eyes even more.
“Go on, do it!” He was hoarse and she could feel his breath thumping in his chest against her back, his heart pounding with hers. She knew the moment she moved her hands to lift the bra free his hands would move inward that little distance till he was clasping her tits, clasping her breasts in a way that breached another line of defines. Her breathing became more ragged and her heart rate stepped up another notch as she admitted to herself she wanted it to happen. Her hands moved quickly, rising to above her head and then down behind the pair of them.
Chris’s hands, as she’d expected, tightened into the now uncontested territory and his palms mashed against her breasts, flattening the turgid nipples against his skin. Instantly she climaxed, her body shaking as she gasped for breath, moaning, groaning and gasping as the powerful force flowed through her.
She closed her eyes and screamed out in passion as he masked her breasts to her chest, and her hands fluttered back down, to touch first her belly and then slide lower, to her soaked panties to rub at her clit as her slit continued to grind against his leg.
His hands moved, his fingers separating to allow her nipples to escape between them, and then his fingers snapped shut, trapping the hardened flesh between them. She panted from desire as her fingers rubbed furiously at her excited and erect clit, writhing in his arms as another orgasm quickly rose to follow the first. She closed her eyes and arched her back as it washed through her, then sank back against him, limp, her movements slowing from frenzied to languorous to lying still, her thighs trembling from the effort.
“Wow!”
“Wow, indeed, Now, I think you’d better get up and head out of here. I think you got everyone turned on more than intended and we all need a bit of a breather.”
She hadn’t heard Teri come close to stand next to them and her words were like a splash of cold water to her. Kayla knew a line had been crossed, and this time there was an audience. She looked up into her friend’s face but Teri was smiling at her, and didn’t seem upset—although Kayla knew her own face was bright red from embarrassment and shame at her own actions. She scrambled to her feet and Teri caught her arm to lead her away from the group of men, all of whom seemed stunned into silence by the power of Kayla’s performance.
Chapter 9
“Oh my God
! Teri, I’m so sorry! I’d better leave now!”
“Why are you sorry?” Teri shut the door and locked it, then sat down facing Kayla who had meanwhile collapsed into the seat facing the mirror.
“Because…”
“Because…what, honey?”
“Because, that was your husband—I basically used him to…well…you know…”
“You mean, used my husband’s leg to masturbate with?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry…”
“Stop with the sorries. Okay?”
“But…”
“No buts. What happened out there was a little bit more than Chris had bargained for, and so he lost control and used his hands where he shouldn’t. So what? He’s a man. That’s what men do when they have a half-naked woman grinding her pussy on them.”
“But…”
Teri leaned forward across the confined space and put her finger to Kayla’s lips.
“I said, no more buts, young lady. You enjoyed it, Chris enjoyed it, the students enjoyed it, and I found it one of the most erotic things I’ve witnessed for a long time. Everyone enjoyed it—so no harm, no foul.”
“Ben… He’ll go—”
“Ben wouldn’t need to know anything about it, will he?”
“Oh God…” Kayla buried her head in her hands and tried to control herself. She knew there was at least one shoot left and she didn’t know how she was going to get through it.
“I can’t not tell Ben what happened. He’ll want to know…details.”
“Fine, so give him details. I know it spices up your marriage—just don’t give him all the details.” Teri giggled then continued. “Besides, now you know you can lap dance, I bet you do that for Ben tonight and he won’t let you get off his lap like Chris did.”
Kayla had to force a smile, then giggled as she thought of dancing like that for her own husband, and his almost certain direct response. “No bet.”
“See… you’re feeling better already.”
“It’s still wrong, though.”
“Hush. You want some tissue to clean up? From the sound of it the bathroom is busy again.”
Kayla nodded and Teri passed her the box of tissues from the corner. She half stood and, reaching down, pulled the sodden sticky panties down her legs. The touch of the wet fabric made her shudder and the perfume of her own arousal filled the air.
“Eww…sorry…”
Teri laughed again. “Stop saying sorry, will you?”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” She grabbed half a dozen tissues and swabbed at the sticky mess between her legs. Not only had the juices flowed down onto her legs but the constant movement had rubbed the wet panties up into her blonde landing strip, leaving it matted and tangled.
“You want me to comb those for you?”
“Er…no… No thanks, I’ll manage.”
“You can lose the stockings and heels again. It’s back to black for you.”
Kayla dropped the soiled wad of tissue into the bin and peeled the stockings down to her ankles, then leaned forward, her head almost bumping Teri’s knees in the confined space as she struggled to undo the buckles on the shoes. They slipped free and off, and she completed the process of removing the stockings and balling them up.
Teri wordlessly handed her a black ball which she assumed was going to be a pair of smooth black stockings but when she opened them out there was only one piece. She examined it curiously to find it was another first for her—a pair of crotch-less tights, again something she’d heard of but never worn. She cocked an eyebrow at her friend.
“You can probably guess you don’t wear panties with them—well, not for a photo shoot anyway.”
“Hmm…” She pulled one leg on, then the other and stood.
“Let me help…they can be a sod if you get them crossed.”
A couple of minutes of pulling and patting and adjusting, and the tights were in place. Kayla checked her reflection. The full legs came up as far as stockings would on her legs, then split into two and narrowed to strap about an inch wide that ran up her legs until opening out again to meet at the waist. Her pussy was completely uncovered; nothing came anywhere near to it. She turned round and confirmed what the air currents on the room had already told her: her ass was equally uncovered.
“Sexy, heh?”
“I guess. I think I actually prefer stockings, though.”
“Yeah, but these give the same—shall we say—access and you don’t get the telltale bumps of the ironwork, nor will they slip down at all, which some hold-ups will.”
“Right…”
“Heels, honey. You can wear your pink ones you had on earlier—they’re slip-ons if my memory serves me right. The ones with the wood effect heels.”
“Yeah, they are.”
“Good, that’ll be handy for the next shoot.”
“Which is?”
Teri tapped the side of her nose with one finger and refused to rise to the bait. “That would be telling, and you know I’m not going to answer the question.”
Kayla shrugged. “A girl’s got to try.”
“True. Anyway, you seem to have recovered from your funk of a few minutes back.”
“Only partly.”
“You’re fine, honey, honest. Nobody thinks any less of you for what happened—indeed, I think they’re all very glad you’re the model—I’m certain they all enjoyed it. So, chill about it.”
“For now, maybe. But I’m going to have to say something when I get home.”
“Stop it, honey. You’re just torturing yourself. You need to get professional now and concentrate on the next shoot.”
Teri was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“It’s me.”
Teri turned and unlocked the door and Chris opened it from outside. Given she’d just rubbed off two orgasms on his leg, the second one with his hands clasping her breasts, although at the time she recalled she’d thought of them as her tits, Kayla didn’t see any point in false modesty. He’d seen her naked many, many times today already. She sat there knowing he had a side view of her all but naked thigh and a profile view of one of her totally naked breasts.
“You okay, baby?”
“I will be.”
“Will be?”
Kayla slowly pivoted the chair, keeping her legs closed but showing him a three-quarter view of her breasts and noticed his eyes widen with approval.
“If you stop calling me baby.”
He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, Kayla. No offence meant.”
“Apology accepted.”
She knew he hadn’t apologized—the word sorry hadn’t crossed his lips, but she tried to exert a measure of control.
“I can see you’re not ready…five minutes?”
Teri shook her head. “Nah, give me at least ten. I still need to touch up her makeup, especially the lipstick. I think our little hussy has licked it all off herself.”
Kayla frowned at her friend for the hussy comment but relaxed as Teri winked at her.
“Okay, ten minutes it is. We’re ready.”
As Chris closed the door, Kayla turned to Teri. “I see he’s still wearing his suit.”
“They all are, honey. Now, sit still so I can sort out this face of yours and then get you dressed.”
Kayla sighed. “If you must, you must.”
Teri spent a few minutes sorting out her makeup and hair then spent several more on her lipstick.
“That’s a lot of lipstick.”
“Trust me, honey, you’ll need it—in fact, I might need to do some touch-ups on it as the shoot progresses.”
“What?”
“Right, you’re ready.”
“Uh…not…”
“What do you mean?”
“Aren’t I supposed to at least start the shoot wearing something else?”
Teri laughed and shook her head. “Stand up.”
Kayla watched as the pregnant woman reached for a garment bag and unzipped it, then extracted a short multi-hu
ed brown fur coat.
“Fur coat?”
“Yep.”
“And no knickers?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh God! That’s too rich.”
Kayla started giggling, the giggles becoming laughter, and she had to lean on the counter for support.
After a moment Teri, too, saw the funny side and joined in. A moment later, Chris opened the door and peered in to see what the loud amusement was. He was treated to a full frontal view of Kayla as she turned to face Teri and the coat.
“Fur coat and no knickers? Couldn’t you be more creative than that, Chris?”
“Kayla, you have no idea. Now come on, everybody’s waiting.”
She reached for the coat and pulled it on over her arms and looked down for the fastenings, although there weren’t any. She looked up and raised an eyebrow to her friend and Teri held out a belt in answer to the unspoken question.
“Is it real?”
Teri shook her head. “Nah, it’s a high quality fake—don’t own a real fur anything.”
“Good.”
The soft silk lining felt fabulous against her skin as it moved and caressed her skin as she tied the belt in a loose bow around her waist. The coat hung open down her front, showing her entire cleavage and a narrowing V down onto her stomach. Below, the coat covered where the tights converted into fake stockings, but not any more than that.
“Million dollar look, that, honey.”
Kayla giggled. “Million dollar hooker, more like.”
“No, Kayla. A million dollar hooker would have no qualms about wearing real fur.”
They were both giggling as they stepped out into the studio—Kayla at once noticing the men had been busy transforming the set once again. This time the couch was back, with a fake fireplace backdrop beyond it.
* * * *
“Kayla, I want you to sit on the far end of the couch, please. Lean your right elbow on the arm of the couch, and draw your legs up onto the couch beside you. Okay?”
