Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  “I want your trousers off.”

  He nodded at the large street-facing window behind them. “You sure about that?”

  She responded by unzipping the top the rest of the way. “Yeah.”

  She didn’t really want to stop her actions, but knew they would be better skin on skin, so pushed herself up and off him and backed away, still dancing. She turned her back on him once more and faced the window, her hands reaching for the open edges of the top and then threw it open, and back, allowing it to fall behind her, not even bothering to undo the halter. She glanced over her shoulder to see him struggling to push his jeans down his legs and smiled.

  “And the shorts…lose the shorts, lover.”

  She remained facing the window, regardless of the fact she was topless and made no attempt to cover her breasts as she danced, waiting for him to finish losing the clothes below his waist. She watched over her shoulder and noted he didn’t take his eyes off his brazen wife once during the entire process, and that fact was enough to push her arousal level higher still.

  He sat down again, naked below the waist, and looked at her, his hand holding his rigid cock and smiling at her as she turned around and danced back toward him, her naked breasts jiggling and bouncing with every step. Once again, she moved to straddle his leg and just before she settled onto the perch, she flipped her skirt up so nothing came between her pussy and his leg. The contact seared through her, and from the gasp that came from his mouth seared through him as well.

  “God! That feels so good!”

  “Sure does, sweetie, but does it feel as good for you as it does for me?”

  Having posed the question, she returned to the grinding movement, rubbing her naked slit along his leg and back again. Ben’s mouth dropped open and he squirmed under her, his hand moving, jacking his cock as his gaze alternated from her naked swinging breasts to the hard action on his leg.

  “Jeez!”

  She grinned, dropped her hands to the buttons on the skirt and pulled them open one by one, and threw the denim onto the floor. She placed both hands on his knee behind her ass and started to push hard against his thigh, her pussy lubricating his leg and leaving a sticky trail of her juices. His eyes centered on the hosiery she was wearing, drinking in the erotic details.

  “Kayla…”

  “What…sweetie?”

  Her breathing was labored now, as her ardor increased and she could feel the orgasm approaching.

  “I want you, now!”

  The last word exited his throat as a semi-strangled shout and she licked her lips.

  “What are you waiting…for…lover?”

  He put both arms around her, and stood up, thrusting out with his muscled legs to keep them upright, pivoted a quarter-turn and dropped her on her back onto the couch, the abrupt transfer making her squeal. Before she could react any more than that, he was on top of her, forcing her legs wider apart and his dick was at the entrance to her vagina.

  “Fuck me…fuck me good, tiger!”

  She writhed under him as he pushed forward, showing incredible restraint in entering her. She didn’t need him, nor want him, to be gentle—she just wanted him so that the end of his cock pressed between the outer folds of her pussy. Her hips shot forward and up, engulfing half his length. He grunted and pushed all the way in, then held there for a couple of seconds.

  The sensation of being full wrenched a moan from her lips and she relaxed back onto the soft cushion of the couch as he slowly withdrew halfway, then jerked upward again as he, in turn, thrust back into her. Within half a dozen strokes she could hear herself moaning, a continuous keening as she tried to bring him off at the same time as herself. He was far gone—but not as far as she was. She bit down hard on his shoulder to stop herself screaming as she came, her body twitching and shuddering underneath him as the orgasm raced its course through her system. She saw bright lights going off behind her closed eyelids as she wrapped her arms around his back, and lifted her legs to adjust the angle of penetration, crossing her ankles behind his heaving buttocks.

  She tried to use her feet to drive him further into her, to speed up his rhythm, but Ben wanted control and stuck to a steady pace.

  “God…Ben! Please…”

  “Please…what?”

  “Come in me!”

  Her eyes popped open to see him grinning down at her face as his thrusts grew harder and then faster. She panted for breath as her hips tried to match his thrusts, but they were becoming more and more irregular as he approached his own orgasm. With a final jerk he pushed in harder still and she felt him splash his cum all over the inside walls of her pussy. She shuddered but didn’t quite manage another orgasm and she loved him too much to fake one.

  Her legs relaxed back to a horizontal position and she unwrapped her arms from around his neck as he took his weight on his elbows and pulled out of her. She felt empty, as if something was missing, but said nothing—just lifted her face and kissed the end of his nose. He chuckled and then kissed hers before pushing himself up on all fours and climbed off the couch. She put her hands above her head and stretched, watching through lidded eyes as he reached for his trousers.

  “Only one thing would have made that better, Ben.”

  “Oh…what?”

  “If you’d tied me up first.”

  “What?” His look of shock made her giggle and he smiled ruefully. “Tied you up?”

  “Yeah, I’ve got a lot to tell you about.”

  “So it would seem.”

  “But I need a shower first. On my own this time. By the way…I’m starving, what’s for dinner?”

  She rose from the couch and wandered around the room picking up her scattered clothing, knowing she was repeatedly passing in front of the window and not worrying about it. Ben sat there with his jeans in his lap, shielding himself, but watching her. She could see he was enjoying the continued show.

  Having picked up her shoes, the rest of her clothes balled in her other hand, she looked at him again. “Dinner?”

  “Pizza again?”

  “Sure, order in though. Ham and pineapple would be good from our regular place.” She headed for the stairs as he reached for his phone. “Oh…and Ben?”

  “What?

  “Get dressed before the delivery boy gets here, will you? Don’t want to scare the poor guy!”

  He stuck his tongue out at her. “Well, you could answer the door as you are—it’d save the tip.”

  She giggled, the thought of doing precisely that washing through her, and her nipples instantly hardened.

  “Oo… You liked that idea didn’t you?”

  “Nah. Mustn’t corrupt a minor.”

  “Minx!”

  “Stud!”

  Chapter 12

  Kayla had just finished drying her hair when the doorbell rang to announce the arrival of the pizza. She didn’t bother belting the black silk robe shut and wandered onto the landing to look out the window over the front door, and watched as the pizza boy walked away. He didn’t look back, let alone look up, and she smiled and pulled the open robe around herself and headed downstairs. Ben raised an eyebrow at the way she was dressed, or for that matter not dressed, but he didn’t comment.

  Twenty minutes later the pizza had been demolished together with a couple of beers each and she cuddled into him on the couch.

  “So, tell me about the tie-up thing.”

  “In a minute. I need to show you something first.”

  She reached for her bag and fished out the envelope containing the check. She’d hidden the business card elsewhere since she had no intention of calling him and there seemed no point in arguing with Ben about it.

  “What’s this?”

  “Duh! Open it and see!”

  He did so, and pulled out the check then whistled. “What is this for?”

  “Anthony—Ant—had to pull out of the course, but wanted to leave me a bonus for modeling for him.”

  “That’s some bonus.”

  �
�I know! He’d gone so I didn’t get chance to thank him, and Chris won’t give out his number—client confidentiality and all that.”

  The little white lie tripped off her tongue before Kayla could stop herself, and she regretted it the moment it had been said. Ben didn’t seem to notice her discomfort, laid the check down on the side table and turned back to her, repeating his earlier question. “So, tell me about the tie-up thing.”

  “I guess I’ll have to, since…” She ran her finger down the side of his cheek “…we don’t have the necessary equipment to demonstrate it.”

  “The shops are shut now.”

  “There’s always tomorrow.”

  She giggled and he pulled her closer for a hug. She walked her fingers across the shirt he’d put on so as not to answer the door bare chested and felt him shiver a little.

  “Well, the first shoot today, I had on the outfit I came home in, only I had underwear on.”

  “What sort of underwear?”

  “Red, thin, lacy, see-through, sexy, that kind of stuff. I hadn’t realized though, everything was designed to come undone without passing over my hands and feet.”

  “Convenient.”

  “For Chris, as it happens, yes. So I went out onto the set and they’d positioned a bed in the middle of the studio. Chris got me to sit on the edge then sat beside me with a strip of silk in his hands. He asked me if I trusted him, and I nodded and he blindfolded me with it.”

  “God! That sounds so sexy! How did you feel?”

  “Alarmed, I guess, but that was nothing compared to what came next.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. Chris guided me to lie down in the middle of the bed and stretch my arms out above my head.”

  She’d decided to tell him as much of the truth as possible, but avoid telling him about the rehearsal last week and the consequential blow job she’d given Chris. At least nothing quite that bad had happened this week, although the final shoot would need careful editing, too.

  “He’d already attached handcuffs to the bedposts, but they were out of my sight before he put the blindfold on. Once that was in place it didn’t matter. Within seconds he’d shackled my arms to the head of the bed.”

  She stopped talking and watched Ben as he took a few moments to process this information. He turned his head and smiled at her, but his eyes seemed troubled as she gazed up into them.

  “How did you feel?”

  “A mix, I guess. I felt a little panicked but Teri was there and I trusted Chris—I also felt extremely turned on, even more than last week…” She paused and carried on. “I was so aroused, my nipples were painfully extended and I’m sure my panties were soaked—not that they weren’t already see-through. By the time he’d cuffed my legs to the bed so I was in a kind of star shape, I was quivering, sweetie. I was a wreck.”

  “I wish I’d been there to see it.”

  She hugged him tight for a moment. “In one sense I’m glad you weren’t.”

  “Oh?”

  “If you’d have been there I’d have been begging you to fuck me!”

  “In front of everyone else?”

  “Oh, yeah! I tell you, sweetie, I would have wanted you at that moment—so much.”

  She leaned her face up for a kiss and he rewarded her with a long deep one. She put her hand on the front of his trousers and felt him stirring but not yet hard. His hand pulled her robe to the side baring her nipple and his fingers darted in to roll it between his fingers. She shuddered and extended her tongue to meet his. They broke apart, breathless, and Ben was the first to speak.

  “So, if you were tied up like that, and blindfolded to boot, how were you going to remove your clothes?”

  This was approaching the danger area for Kayla and she knew it. “I wasn’t.”

  “Well, I assume your clothes did come off for the cameras.”

  She nodded.

  “So who…? Oh I see. Chris took them off for you.”

  This time she shook her head and he frowned.

  “Well, who did?”

  “They all did.”

  “What…all of them…all at once?”

  She dug a playful finger into his ribs. “No silly, one at a time. One guy took off my top, another took off my skirt, and so on.”

  “And did they…?”

  “No, they knew where Chris had set the limits—they didn’t touch my tits, they didn’t touch my pussy, or my ass for that matter.”

  Ben didn’t look too happy; nevertheless she could see he was trying hard not to react, or what might be an over-reaction. She realized she’d made a mistake—she never referred to her breasts as tits, and hated Ben doing so, but he hadn’t seemed to notice.

  “Look, sweetie, Chris had laid down the law. I couldn’t see who was doing what—I don’t know which one did what, but none of them crossed the line Chris had drawn.”

  He looked down into her eyes again, his fingers still idly stroking her exposed breast. “Did my little minx cum?”

  He grinned and she smiled back. “What do you think?”

  “Given two things—the number of times you came last week, and your comments about me tying you up earlier—I’d say that’s a given. Yes, and more than once.”

  She lifted her hand and held up three fingers. “One of them was only a little one, but the other two weren’t.”

  “What happened then?”

  “Chris untied me and I wanted a shower. Remember I told you there was a small bathroom with a shower in the corner of the studio. I mean—I was a mess, sweaty and, of course, wet down there, but Chris had a different idea.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, you know those porn scenes of a woman in the shower? Or those photos of a woman in the water wearing a man’s shirt that clings to her and has gone see-through because it’s wet?”

  “He didn’t!”

  She nodded and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t really want to talk too much about the shoots she’d been touched by the guys in, and she’d managed to change the subject onto the safer ground of the shower shoot. Not any less kinky, but safer. This was one she could tell him the whole truth about, in as much detail as he wanted.

  “Yep. Only I had to do the whole scene twice!”

  “Twice?”

  “The bathroom wasn’t big enough for all the students at the same time, so I had to do the shoot with half of them, and then repeat with the other half.”

  “Oh my God!”

  “Sshhh…Do you want to hear about it?”

  “God, do I ever. Details, woman—I want details!”

  “Woman, is it? I might just clam up.”

  “Don’t you dare.” He duplicated her action of earlier and dug a couple of fingers into her ribs making her squeal. “Come on, spill.”

  “Only if you promise not to interrupt.”

  “Okay, I promise.”

  She took a deep breath.

  * * * *

  Teri handed me this oversized cotton man’s shirt and told me to only do up a couple of buttons, and to deliberately do them up wrong, so one side was higher than the other. I mean, I looked a sight—disheveled would have been an understatement. She opened the door to the dressing room and it was like a crowded bus. All the guys were in the corridor and I had to squeeze through them to get to the bathroom where Chris was fussing with some lights. They looked a bit different from the ones he normally used so I asked him and he said they were waterproof; he didn’t want anyone getting electrocuted.

  Finally, he announced he was ready and beckoned me to enter the bathroom—I guess he was being safety conscious, and only letting other people in once all the connections had been tested. The floor was covered in white towels and half the shower-screen had been removed—I guess to allow them to take clearer pictures. I didn’t realize why the other half of the screen was still there—I’ll tell you about that later.

  Three of the guys crowded in—Ant, Steve and Brad, the other two stayed outside the door, craning their n
ecks to see what was happening. It was very claustrophobic in there, me with four guys in a room that’s smaller than our en suite! Chris perched on the loo, to keep out of the way I guess, and motioned for me to step into the shower tray.

  To be honest, I felt silly, and very definitely not sexy, wearing a shirt into the shower, but he was paying for me to model, so I did as he said—what else could I do?

  I wasn’t actually under the shower itself, but I still felt exposed. My breasts were almost hanging out above the couple of buttons that were done up, and the tails just came past my ass and, of course, I was naked underneath. Chris smiled at me as the guys busied themselves with their cameras.

  “Right, Kayla, I want you to turn the shower on—the gentlest setting, but don’t get under the spray—I don’t want you getting wet yet. I’m afraid it will be a bit cooler than you normally use, but at its gentle setting—it runs too hot otherwise.”

  I did as I was told and turned the shower on to the first setting on the control, and danced back before the spray hit me. The guys thought that was quite funny but I just glared at them.

  “Why aren’t you taking pictures yet? You need to see how the play of the fabric changes once it’s wet. The look changes entirely as does the way you need to capture it.” They all nodded and snapped away. I smiled for them and tried to relax but it wasn’t easy—they were so close!

  “I want you to extend your left leg under the spray, please—don’t get the shirt wet yet, I want to see some water droplets on that smooth skin of yours.”

  I put my leg under the spray, knowing this stretched the shirt open and gave them a peep at my pussy, then pulled the lag straight back out of harm’s way.

  “That’s cold!”

  Chris laughed and so did the others.

  “I did warn you, at that spray level, the temperature control isn’t good. It could turn blisteringly hot too fast for you to get out from under it, so you’ll have to deal with it. Now put that leg back under the spray.”