by Bridy McAvoy
“Are you alright, hon? Those bruises on your breasts look a little sore. And was he really spanking you that hard?”
Carol smiled at her reassuringly.
“I’m fine. He got a little rough, for sure, but between you and me it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle and I surprised myself by enjoying it. I think he kept me turned on all night until I dropped from exhaustion.”
“You sure?”
Carol nodded and opened the zip on her case.
“How about you, sweetie? Was Robert any good?”
“Was he ever! He offered me a bet that he could make love to me seven times before breakfast this morning.”
“Yeah? Did he?”
“The morning blow job was number seven. He was good, too.”
Carol pulled a normal-looking skirt suit out of the bag, relieved to find essentially ordinary clothes. The bag felt suspiciously empty otherwise. Reaching in, she fished out a pair of hold-up stockings and turned the bag upside down. It was empty.
“By the look of this, I don’t think it’s over, do you?”
Rebecca quickly checked her own bag with the same results.
“Nope.”
They sat down side by side to slip their heels off and slid the stockings up their legs.
“Can I ask you something, Rebecca?”
“Sure.”
“How did you feel when he stripped your panties off on the dance floor last night? It was hot to watch but I think I’d have about died of embarrassment.”
Rebecca giggled as she adjusted the elastic stocking-top around her thigh.
“To tell you the absolute truth… I have to admit, I came. Right there as he did it.”
“Oh!”
“I’d watched what he did to you, his friend’s date, and knew he was going to go further with me, that was obvious. I didn’t expect him to do what he did but, when he whispered he was going to do it and for me not to make a scene, I just melted. It’s a wonder my legs didn’t give way.”
“What about when he left them on the table like that?”
“That was when I died of embarrassment.”
Rebecca finished adjusting her second stocking and reached for her short navy skirt. Carol suddenly realized the two outfits were identical. They stood up and saw the skirts were much shorter than expected; standing straight the lower edge of the stocking top was visible.
A minute later, the two reached for their jackets. Carol noticed the modification first.
“Kinky sods!”
“What?”
“Look at the buttons, there are supposed to be three buttons on these and the top two are missing on mine.”
Rebecca quickly checked her own.
“Yeah, mine too. I wonder if that was their idea or Phil’s.”
“Got to be Phil’s handiwork at least, they haven’t had chance to modify them. Mind you, they could have put him up to it.”
“True, but you know what?”
“What?”
“Whatever you do, don’t bend forward!”
The two giggling women opened the door to rejoin the pair of patiently waiting men who whistled at their appearance.
* * * *
“Phil is sending a limo for us. It’s taking us to the factory site which will take about forty minutes. He’ll join us there a couple of hours or so later. He’ll take you two home and then the limo will take us to the airport.”
Chris smiled at them as he confirmed the plans for the day. Carol thought it was more of a leer than a smile. Quite obviously the two devious, or was it deviant, men had plans for both the limo and when they got to the derelict site. Carol shuddered at the prospect. Sure enough, five minutes later the limo driver appeared and escorted the four of them to the back of the large stretch vehicle before busying himself with the bags. Chris indicated the two women should sit facing backward with himself and Robert facing them. Carol breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed the side and back windows, as well as the partition behind the driver, were mirror smoked, no one could see in, including the driver. The car pulled away smoothly.
“Now, ladies, I think our appetites are a little jaded after last night and this morning. Don’t you agree, Robert?”
The colored man grinned.
“Speak for yourself, bro. I wouldn’t mind some entertainment though. How about you two getting it on, down and dirty like, so we don’t get bored during the journey.”
Carol frowned at him, but Chris made an obscene gesture with his hand and then pulled his small digital camera out of his pocket. She shrugged and turned toward her neighbor recognizing she still had other real choices. Rebecca had obviously reached the same conclusion.
The two women hugged each other and Carol whispered in Rebecca’s ear.
“What is it with men and cameras?”
Rebecca slid her hand inside Carol’s jacket through the gaping slot above the single button holding it closed. As she cupped her friend’s breast she replied.
“It’s hardwired into their brains, I think. Still I’m prepared to enjoy it if you are.”
The two of them giggled and then looked into each other’s eyes for a second before their lips met in a fleeting kiss. Carol sighed, the movement pushing her breast into Rebecca’s dainty hand causing her nipple to stiffen slightly from the touch. Another brushing touch of lips followed and then another, each one slightly longer and planted with slightly more pressure. Rebecca’s hand began to move on her breast, massaging and squeezing it gently. Carol’s nipple hardened further under the stimulation and she felt herself beginning to moisten lower down.
Carol twisted slightly in her seat to face Rebecca more directly, her right hand moving from behind the other woman to drop onto Rebecca’s knee, facing the two men. They’d asked for a show and that was what they were going to get. Carol thought about her next move carefully as she planned it, in order to not only excite Rebecca, but also their audience. Her hand rested gently on Rebecca’s stocking-clad thigh, a couple of inches below the hem of her friend’s skirt. She felt the woman shiver slightly at the touch and began to slowly massage the flesh beneath her palm, flexing her fingers rhythmically to increase the sensation Rebecca would feel.
Her hand began to slide slowly up toward the hem of the mini skirt as she kissed Rebecca more insistently. She was aware of the camera flash going off from time to time as well as low-voiced comments between the men, but was beginning to concentrate on her partner rather than them.
As Carol’s fingers began to inch the skirt hem higher, Rebecca changed her grip inside Carol’s jacket, and her thumb and forefinger pinched her sensitive nipple. Carol’s mouth opened in a gasp and Rebecca’s tongue took the chance to possess the now open oral cavity. Carol retaliated by pinching the bare skin on the top of Rebecca’s thigh above the stocking top. The woman writhed under the contact and the level of passion in the kiss increased until they both had to break in order to pant for air.
“Lie back,” Carol hissed, in a stage whisper that carried to their audience and Rebecca did as requested, relinquishing her grasp on Carol’s tender breast. In order to lay her back flat on the wide seat cushion, Rebecca had to wiggle her backside toward Carol who moved out of the way for her. As she did so this, of course, dragged the skirt hem higher on the recumbent woman’s legs revealing far more than the stocking tops.
“Open your legs, honey. I want to see your pussy.”
There was no pretense at keeping her instructions quiet now and, out of the corner of her eye, Carol could see the men leaning forward to watch. Chris had the camera tight against his face and, from the number of flashes, was now clicking the shutter rapidly. Rebecca complied, her eyes sparkling with mischievous desire and Carol, a little cramped in the width of the car, shifted her own position to kneel between Rebecca’s now splayed legs. From her position, although she doubted from the men’s position, she could clearly see Rebecca’s pussy slit—indeed, she could see the whole of Rebecca’s sex peeking from under the skirt. She
lowered her face and began to kiss the inside of the other woman’s thighs. Rebecca stiffened at the contact and a little cry escaped her lips as Carol placed a series of gentle rapid kisses on the inside of each thigh.
Inhaling, Carol could smell the arousal of her neighbor and, before she settled her face into the woman’s pussy, she reached up and flicked the single button on the jacket undone. Rebecca steepled her knees on the seat, providing Carol with better access to her pussy as Carol in turn pushed the jacket halves open, displaying Rebecca’s breasts to the watching men. Immediately Rebecca’s own hands began to knead and cup her exposed breasts and Carol lowered her hands to grasp the skirt and push it up around the waist. Finally, as Rebecca began to moan and gasp almost continuously, she lowered her face to the waiting slit and licked all along its length from the bottom to the tiny little nub at the top. Rebecca screamed as she circled the clit with her tongue. The intercom from the driver cracked into life.
“Is everything alright back there?”
Chris responded by picking up the handset.
“Everything is fine. The girls are getting a little excited, is all. Do you want to see? We could lower the partition if you want.”
Carol gasped at the idea, horrified by the prospect of yet another man watching her, but turned on even further by the prospect.
“Perhaps later, sir. I need to concentrate on the road.”
“Okay. I’m sure one of these ladies will happily provide you with a tip later.”
A moment later, Rebecca screamed out her orgasm as her hips bounced off the seat in counterpoint to the ministrations of Carol’s flickering tongue.
Carol looked over to Chris who had continued to photograph the experience throughout.
“We’re nearly there, otherwise I’d get Rebecca to return the compliment. I suggest you both adjust your clothing, don’t want to scandalize the neighborhood, do we?”
Chapter 27
Carol helped Rebecca readjust her clothing, noticing that both men watched every movement. Smiling to herself, she allowed her hands to brush across her friend’s nipples, earning a mock reproachful glance from Rebecca. They both giggled again, and Carol refastened her friend’s jacket. A moment later, the car pulled to a halt and they heard the driver open his door.
Chris pointed at Carol and then, with his fingers, made a gesture that could only mean keep your legs open. She frowned momentarily and mentally shrugged. She opened her legs, pointing her body at the door the driver was about to open, knowing as she did so he would be able to see up her skirt almost as far as her naked pussy. Rebecca giggled again and quickly pushed Carol’s hem a couple of inches higher, making sure the driver would get a good view.
The driver opened the door but stood in such a way that Chris’s little plan to expose Carol to him didn’t work—he never even glanced into the interior of the car. Carol smiled to herself; it was the first encounter she had won since meeting the powerful executive the night before.
James got out and held his hand to Rebecca who slid forward on the seat, deliberately exposing a lot of thigh, and exited the car in a gracefully but definitely undignified manner. Carol followed suit, emulating her friend and showing the driver, who continued to act with discretion, a lot of leg in the process. Chris followed behind, his hand deliberately snagging the back of her skirt, preventing her from letting it drop down properly into position.
* * * *
They had parked in the loading bar of one of the old warehouses that occupied the site chosen for Alum Industries new factory. The run down building was dirty and grimy, but thankfully free of the detritus of drug abuse, from squatters and tramps. There was no graffiti either, so it wasn’t the home of any impromptu skate park either. The huge door that led from the loading dock into the cavernous old building was hanging askew, and Chris pointed the two women to the small flight of steps that led up to the loading level.
Carol realized he intended for the three men, including the driver, to have a good leg show as the mini skirted women were leading the way. When she reached the top of the short flight of steps, with Rebecca close behind her, she walked over to the doorway leading into the warehouse and stopped to wait for the two executives to catch up. She was somewhat relieved to see the driver return to his car.
Robert bounded up the stairs and Chris followed more slowly, looking around at the rest of the derelict building that would have to be demolished to make way for his new factory. After the bright sunshine outside the inside was dim, lit only by the large but dirty skylight panels positioned at intervals across the entire roof.
“What do you want to look at?” Rebecca asked the two men apparently innocently.
Carol was a second or so behind the two men in catching her implied meaning. She hadn’t been able to think of a reason why the two men were interesting in looking at the inside of a building they wanted demolished. As the two men laughed, she blushed at her own naivety.
“Come on, apparently you can see the whole site from the roof. The stairs up there are this way. Don’t worry, Phil says it’s quite safe.”
James led the way toward the corner of the huge enclosed space. Now her eyes had adjusted she could see a staircase leading up to a landing at about twenty feet. In the far corner she could just see another stairway leading higher still.
“After you.”
The colored man stood to one side and ushered Rebecca toward the stairs. Chris caught Carol’s arm and held her back for a moment, providing all three of them an uninterrupted view of Rebecca’s long legs as she climbed the steep stairs. The short skirt was tight and rode up after the first couple of steps providing a fabulous up-skirt view of her slender pins. Realizing exactly what they were doing, Rebecca dropped her free hand to her hip and slowly eased the skirt even higher. She kept this up all the way to the top where she paused on the final step, her naked ass clearly in sight. Allowing the skirt to drop into place, she stepped along the landing and Chris let go of Carol, allowing her to follow her friend.
When the men stayed on the ground level, Carol new they were expecting a repeat performance, this time from her. She stopped on the third step and glanced back over her shoulder. Having ensured they were both watching, she reached down with both hands, flipped her entire skirt up to her waist, exposing her lower body in its entirety. She then took hold of the rail with one hand and slowly climbed the stairs.
The two men wolf whistled in appreciation and Carol noticed the camera flash going off a couple of times as she climbed the stairs. At the top, she allowed her skirt to fall back into place and smiled at the grinning Rebecca.
“That was naughty.”
Carol winked at her friend in response and then turned to look back, waiting for the two men to follow. They were not in sight and she turned back to Rebecca in puzzlement. Rebecca put her fingers to her lips and pointed straight down. Carol looked down and immediately understood what her friend was telling her. The floor of the walkway wasn’t solid like she’d assumed but rather had a series of open mesh panels set into it. Rebecca was standing, quite deliberately straddling one of these with the two men positioned immediately below. Aware that her heels could easily get snagged in these gratings if she wasn’t careful, she moved to stand close to Rebecca and matched her stance. The other woman reached to place her hands on Carol’s hips and began to work the material of the skirt upward, once more flashing skin at the watching men. Carol followed suit. There were several more camera flashes and then the two men bounded up the stairs to join them.
The second set of stairs was more rickety than the first one, so this time Robert stayed with Rebecca all the way up, his hands ostensibly helping to steady her, but quite obviously copping a feel as he did so. When they reached the top Robert leaned past Rebecca and opened the door—a bright shaft of sunlight slid into the room, momentarily dazzling them all. Once their eyes had adjusted Robert and Rebecca stepped out onto the flat roof, allowing Chris and Carol to ascend the stairs.
Rober
t had been quite discreet when he’d fondled Rebecca’s ass as they’d climbed, Chris had no such finesse. By the second step, his hand was firmly on her upper leg underneath the skirt. By the fourth, it had slipped up onto her naked ass where he dug his fingers into the flesh still somewhat sore from the spanking the night before.
She stopped and gasped and got a mumbled sorry as he realized it was from real pain and when the pressure of his fingers slackened, she smiled a quick thank you and they continued to the top. The flat concrete roof over this end of the factory was surrounded by a parapet just below waist high. Behind them the roof was less robust, sheathed in corrugated steel with the Perspex panels set into it at intervals.
Robert and Rebecca had moved over to the parapet on the far edge and Rebecca was pointing out the different parts of the city to him as his hand rested comfortably on her skirt-clad ass. Chris led Carol across to join him, the hand he’d draped around her waist rising to cup her breast through her jacket.
“Nice view, bro.”
“Not the one we’re here for though, is it?”
Robert’s reply brought a chuckle from Chris who, surprisingly, let go of Carol and moved over to stand the other side of Rebecca.
“Too right, but I think a change of partner might be a little more interesting.”
“For sure.”
Robert moved away from Rebecca and approached Carol.
“I’ll give you a choice,” he said to her. “Strip off that suit and I’ll take you here, or come back into the warehouse and we’ll do it there.”
She looked into his eyes and saw there was as little give as there had been in Chris’s. Carol swallowed hard and quickly made her choice. She nodded to the doorway at the top of the stairwell and the tall colored man smiled at her.