by Bridy McAvoy
“Wow!”
The second thing in the envelope was a business card—Ant’s, and she found out he was a regional manager for a large company which also bore his surname.
“Family business?”
“Yep. Now turn it over.”
Written on the back in neat cursive script was a simple message.
Any time you want to model for me again, please call me.
It was simply signed Ant.
She looked up at Chris and shook her head. “I can’t take this in.”
“Sweetie, you need to understand just how beautiful you are and how good you are at this. The only model, as natural as you are at this game, that I’ve ever met, I married.”
“Damn. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. He was sweet.”
“Well, text him or ring him, but probably best to wait a couple of days.”
Kayla sighed and put the envelope in her bag. “And the second thing?”
“Well, we’re branching out a little next week, spreading our wings so to speak.”
“Spreading our wings?”
“Going on location.”
“What?”
Chris chuckled. “Part of the course is studio-based, and part of the course is location based. It’s time to do some outside shots and different interiors.”
“Outside shots?”
Chris frowned. “If you stopped repeating me I’d be able to explain.” He paused and she nodded so he continued. “It’s all about lighting and you have to shoot in natural light to be able to shoot in natural light, if you catch my drift. You can’t learn it if you don’t do it. Ergo—I teach it, and that means you model al fresco, as it were.” He held up his hand to stop any objections. “Don’t worry, I have a reputation to maintain, too. I’m not going to risk the chance of getting arrested, let alone you or my clients getting arrested. This will be all above board, and legal…one hundred percent legal.”
“Well…”
“Kayla, when were you told everything was going to happen in the studio?”
“Well…I sort of assumed…” She trailed off, already knowing her argument was both weak and lost on this point. What he was saying even made sense but she now faced the prospect of being naked in the open air, and possibly where others could see her as well as the six, now five, men.
“And the third point?”
Teri spoke up. “I’m afraid I won’t be there next week, honey.”
Kayla’s mouth dropped open in horror. “What?”
Teri held out her hands to the side and shrugged, folding her arms on top of her baby bulge. “Sorry, honey. I thought I was going to last the distance, but I can’t. Spending the day here, looking after you, is just too much. The frog is complaining and I need to get more comfortable than I can here. He comes first, after all.”
“Of course he does, and you should have said.”
“I discussed it with Chris last week and we both agreed to let you have another week of my support. Now it’s just time. Sorry to let you down, girlfriend.”
Kayla crossed the room and hugged her friend. “You’re not letting me down, not at all. Just not sure how I’m going to cope with these randy bastards on my own.”
Teri gave her an arch look. “I’m sure you’ll think of a way.”
The two women giggled and Chris threw his hands up in the air in mock exasperation. “Come on ladies, be serious.”
Kayla batted her eyelashes at him. “Why?”
“Why not?”
“Oo…”
Chris shook his head and reached for a piece of paper on the desk behind him. “Because we need to fit several shoots in next week and we have to deal with travel time, I need you to be ready at home next week. Here’re the instructions…and Teri’s got the clothes in a travel bag ready for you. Teri will bring you straight to the first location and I’ll be there with a minibus and the guys. She’ll leave you with us. I’m afraid, after that, you’ll have to manage the wardrobe on the minibus between locations. Will that be a problem?”
“Well, duh! How am I supposed to dress on a travelling minibus?”
Teri reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ve done it loads of times—it’s not that bad.”
“Did you have a load of guys ogling your every move?”
“Well, duh!” Teri deliberately mimicked Kayla’s comment of a few seconds earlier.
“Yes, that’s why it’s a minibus. You should try changing stockings in a car doing sixty on the freeway with two cameramen and a co-star. That is not easy—changing in a minibus where you’ll have the whole back seat to yourself, that’s easy.” She stopped and giggled. “Provided you keep your T&A below the line of the windows, of course, and be careful when the semis go past.”
Kayla shook herself to prevent any reaction to Teri’s suggestive situations showing on the outside. She could just see herself naked, trying to smooth a stocking up her thigh as a large semi-trailer went past, the driver of the rig leaning out of his window and hollering at her. Teri chuckled again—Kayla’s attempt to hide her reaction not working even a little bit in front of her perceptive friend. “You guys! Is that everything?”
Chris smiled and nodded.
“Okay then, I guess I’ll see you both next Saturday.”
“Don’t forget Wednesday for the barbeque.”
“Damn, I had forgotten.”
“Silly girl. Can’t miss that. Now, don’t worry, honey. You’ve told me how much you’re going to tell Ben about today and I’ll clue this guerrilla in so he doesn’t drop you in the sheep do-do.”
Kayla looked pensively at Chris but he just smiled.
Teri broke the silence. “Now, scoot, and remember, you’re going to try and beat last week’s sixty second record.”
“Teri!”
“Bye, honey…bye.” Teri leaned up to kiss her husband on his cheek as his arm snaked around her waist, his hand reaching up for a breast as Teri giggled.
Kayla decided to make herself scarce before she found out in close up how a man had sex with a heavily pregnant woman.
Chapter 11
When Kayla arrived home the house was quiet and she realized she should, after all, have taken the bet with her friend—she’d have won last week’s money back. Wondering where Ben was she crept through to the back of the house into the kitchen. Ben was at the bottom of the garden talking over the fence with the guy who lived behind. Kayla smiled; this was the guy who almost caught a look at her naked in the kitchen window the week before. A rush of excitement filled her body and her pussy told her now was the chance to both surprise Ben and fulfill a hidden fantasy of one of her neighbors seeing her naked—the exhibitionist streak peeking into the sunlight once more. She shuddered and debated whether she had the nerve to go through with even a little bit of it.
She hesitated for a couple of minutes, on the threshold of stripping off her clothes and appearing at the open kitchen door and calling out “Honey, I’m home.” Ben would turn and see her standing there naked, while the neighbor’s eyes would be out on stalks. She practised the pose for herself but couldn’t decide whether to stand hipshot or straight, with her legs parted.
Hesitation proved her undoing. Ben turned and glanced at the house and saw her standing there or, at least movement, within the kitchen and made what could only be a polite goodbye and started walking briskly back up the garden. The neighbor turned and walked toward his house, and away from her, never knowing the possible treat he’d just missed by the skin of his teeth.
When Ben opened the kitchen door she was waiting—she flew into his arms, her body molding to his as she crushed her lips against his for a breathless open-mouthed kiss. He responded, his arms moving to circle her waist and stayed there, he didn’t seem in such a hurry this time and Kayla didn’t know whether to feel disappointed. They broke the kiss and she looked up into his eyes.
“Hi, honey. I’m home.”
She broke into a giggle and he just looked at her.
“
I’ve always wanted to say that.”
She’d felt him get hard from the kiss alone—or from the anticipation, she wasn’t sure which. Despite him not appearing to be in so much of a hurry, she was herself. Kayla knew what she wanted so, before he could say anything about the fact she was wearing different clothes from the ones she went out in that morning, she dropped to her knees and her hands reached for his fly. The button popped open under her nimble fingers and she drew the zip down. Ben partially turned away to shut the kitchen door, which Kayla hadn’t noticed was still open.
“Kayla?”
“What?”
“Move away from the door.”
She looked up at him and grinned.
“You weren’t bothered about showing me off nekkid in the kitchen last week.”
She fished his cock out with one hand and turned her attention back to her prize. Despite his apparent reluctance, he was very hard and she opened her mouth and took the end inside. She looked up into his eyes as he stared down at her. He tasted good to her, and the pent up frustrations from the day—despite the several times she’d cum, she was still frustrated—welled up and she sucked more of him into her mouth. Her hand wrapped around the base of his dick and began to massage it. It felt hot and hard in her hand and she shuddered at the thought. Kayla lifted her mouth off a couple of inches and rubbed her tongue across the sensitive tip, watching him all the time.
She was rewarded as his mouth opened in a gasp and he closed his eyes, his hands descending to rest on the top of her head. She chuckled around the obstruction in her mouth and that caused another gasp from her husband. Kayla filed that one away for future exploration—the vibration from a laugh seeming to have an effect on his cock. Meanwhile, it was time to concentrate on bringing her husband off quickly. There’d be time for more elongated fun later but, for now, she needed to take the edge off her own as much, as if not more than, her husband’s.
Her free hand moved to her breast and she squeezed her own flesh hard as she sucked him back in deeper. The head of his cock touched the back of her throat and she forced herself not to gag as her hand pumped even more vigorously on his shaft. His hands increased their pressure on the top of her head, the proximity of the kitchen door apparently forgotten.
He groaned as she applied some hard suction then started bobbing her head up and down, at the same time moving her hand at the same speed on his shaft, twisting a little on each stroke. Her other hand dived inside her top and found her other breast and she grabbed her distended nipple between forefinger and thumb and pinched. The sudden acute sensation—part pain, part pleasure—caused her to gasp around his cock and Ben increased the pressure on the top of her head.
“I’m gonna…”
He was trying to warn her—she usually didn’t swallow, but this time that was exactly what she wanted. She jacked her hand harder and looked up to find him staring down at her—she could feel his whole body trembling as he got closer and closer to the edge. The bell shaped end of his cock seemed to expand in her mouth and she kept eye contact with him as he groaned and then spurted the first sticky stream into her mouth. He pushed in further, the cum lubricating his cock and nudging against the back of her throat as the second squirt bypassed her mouth entirely, going straight into her throat. She swallowed convulsively and continued to jack him into her mouth as she slowly pulled her head away until just the end of his dick was in her mouth. She smiled around it, swallowed again and licked her way from the top as far down as her hand, still wrapped around the base, then let him go.
“Wow!”
She licked her lips, pulled her hand from her top and rose to her feet, adjusting her clothing.
“You might want to tuck him back in, sweetie, or leave him hanging out if you wish.”
Kayla leaned in and planted a small kiss on his lips then moved over to the sink under the big kitchen window and ran herself a glass of water. She swilled a mouthful around and then spat it before draining the rest of the glass and turned back to her husband who had, in the meantime, made himself more presentable as well. She smiled and walked up to him again, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. His arms went around her waist and after a few seconds his hands dropped lower, cupping the cheeks of her ass and pulling her body tight against his own. She ground against him and felt sure he was again rising to the occasion. She broke the kiss and opened her eyes again, wriggling out of his embrace.
“Come on, lover.”
She grabbed his hand and led him through to the lounge and gently pushed him down to sit in the middle of the couch. She moved to stand a few feet in front of him and did a slow and deliberate pirouette.
“You like?”
“Well, duh! Yes…very nice, very sexy. But I didn’t know you were going to be going shopping.”
“I didn’t—this was one of the outfits I wore for one of the shoots today.”
He pursed his lips in a soundless whistle and looked closely at her chest. “No bra?”
“Nope.
“Thought not!”
“No panties, either. I’m commando under here.”
“Kayla, no way!”
“Yes way.”
“I don’t believe you left the studio and drove home commando. I’ve never, ever, known you to go commando under a mini-skirt. Show me!”
She wagged a finger at him and grinned. “Not just yet. I want some music first.”
“Music?”
“Well, I’m dressed like a stripper, and you don’t know everything about what I’m wearing.”
“There’s not a lot to know if you’re not wearing underwear, and I can see the top, the skirt and the stockings…”
“They’re not stockings.”
“Oh… tights.”
His face fell. She’d found out the previous week the thought of stockings and what Teri called scaffolding, turned him on.
“Not exactly.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll see—now I’m gonna put some music on.”
“Teasing minx!”
“I’m not going to be teasing for long, believe me, but I think you’ll enjoy it.”
The thought of what she was going to do for, and to, her husband brought a shiver to her and she moved away to the stereo in the corner, looking through the pile of CD’s trying to find an appropriate track. She wished she could remember what the track had been at the roadhouse bar three years earlier, but she never had been able to remember what it was, so she’d have to improvise.
Kayla made sure to bend from the waist to insert the CD she’d selected, knowing the skirt would rise at the back, giving him a peep at her thighs, although probably not enough to work out what little she was wearing under the skirt. When the music started, a steady rock beat instrumental, she turned and smiled at her husband. He looked, if anything, expectant, as if he’d worked out he was going to get a striptease, but Kayla had a rather more personal performance in mind. She started to slide her hips around to the music, moving fluidly as she danced back across the room toward him and instantly realized a problem. Sitting on the couch made his legs too low, but if she fetched one of the dining room chairs through, he’d know her plan straight away. Kayla decided to make do.
She danced right up to him then bent at the waist, her hands cupping her breasts, jiggling them in front of him as a smile suffused his face. She winked, turned her back and stretched her arms up above her head, lifting the hem line and increasing the amount of flesh exposed between the waistband and the bottom of the halter neck top. Bending over away from him she wiggled her ass at him and she heard his breath catch and recognized the effect she was having on him was the one she wanted. She brought her hands back down and, without turning to face him, pulled the zipper on the top down an inch or so, exposing more cleavage, then turned to face him, shaking her chest again. He noticed the slight change straight away and his eyes zeroed in on her chest as she lifted her hands to the zip, lowering it another inch as she moved closer to him.
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This performance wasn’t just about getting him off—it was about getting herself off as well, and she needed some stimulation for that, so danced forward again until her knees were touching his. She made a spreading motion with her hands and he obliged by opening his legs and she danced forward into the gap, rewarding his co-operation with another inch down on the zip. Her breasts weren’t far from spilling out of her top, now, so she moderated her movements a bit and turned her back on him, wiggling her ass.
She felt his hands reach out to touch her, his fingertips running across the taut material of the skirt where it covered her cheeks. She shivered at the contact, feeling sure he’d noticed that, then danced a couple of steps away and turned to face him wagging her finger.
“No touchie!”
He mock pouted but couldn’t hide the silly grin as he watched his wife lap dance for him.
She moved forward again, still with a warning finger raised high, and straddled his left leg, then slowly lowered herself toward it, grinding her hips in a circle as more and more of the skin of her thighs came into contact with his jeans. When she’d done the lapdance shoot with Chris earlier in the afternoon, she’d been wearing panties at this point—in fact, he hadn’t had her remove them at all. Now her pussy was bare under the skirt and she made sure the skirt didn’t get trapped between her and his leg.
He watched her chest only inches from his face, again rewarding him by pulling the zip down another inch or two, her breasts starting to spill out, and each movement increasing the level of exposure. Her focus was far away though, centered further down, where her naked pussy was now touching his jeans. She shuddered as the contact sent pulses of pleasure racing through her, her outer labia swelling as the blood rushed to her stimulated pussy. She gasped as the friction pulled her lips one way as her body moved the other, and settled back into a rocking, rather than a circling, motion.
At some point during the last few seconds her right breast had popped out of her top, displaying her engorged nipple to him but she didn’t worry about it, concentrating instead on the sensations swelling through her as her inflamed pussy rubbed back and forward on his leg. His hand reached for her displayed nipple but she caught his hand and held it, preventing him from touching her.