Julia's Second Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  He blushed as he dragged his gaze up to meet her own. “Sorry.”

  “Can’t blame you, I guess.”

  “Listen, we need to get you out of those clothes.”

  “Oh, really?” She chuckled, and his blush intensified.

  “We have a high-speed dryer here. Twenty minutes in that and they’ll be bone dry.”

  “Which I have to admit would be good, but doesn’t that kinda mean I’ll have to be naked for twenty minutes? Naked, in a room with a guy who finds it hard to stop staring at my breasts?”

  “You could wrap the towel around yourself.”

  She laughed. “You could go into the other room.”

  He shook his head. “Sorry, but no.”

  “No?”

  He shook his head. “That dryer is an industrial one. I’d need to operate it. Besides, we don’t leave it running without one of us in the room. Safety, like.”

  “You’re making that up.”

  “No. I’m not.” He pointed to a sign above the door they’d entered through.

  Do not leave the dryer running unattended.

  “I guess you’re not, at that.”

  “Now, come on. Let’s get you out of those clothes before you catch a chill.”

  “While you watch?”

  He shrugged. “I’ll help if you’d rather.”

  Julia gasped as he closed the distance between them. This confident college guy had a way about him that was doing things to her psyche he really shouldn’t be. “I think I can manage.”

  He stopped about two paces from her and folded his arms. “Go ahead.”

  “I’d rather you weren’t watching.”

  “Why? You’ve already shown me them—and, in fact, you still are.”

  She looked down at herself in confusion, realizing with a blush that she’d continued to rub her hair with the towel throughout their conversation, leaving her breasts plastered to the see-through wet cotton.

  “That was not intentional.”

  He grinned at her then stepped forward. She had to crane her neck a little to look up into his face as his hands moved toward her neck and the top button on her soaking blouse.

  “Ike…”

  “I’m helping a lady in distress, and you will be in severe distress if you don’t get out of those wet clothes. You’ll catch your death.”

  She couldn’t help giggling. It was exactly the kind of thing her grandmother used to say when she was a child. She wasn’t a child anymore, and he wasn’t a helpful relative either. She bit her lip as he worked his way down the row of buttons, one by one, pushing them through the wet cloth. It wasn’t an easy task and he was concentrating—she could tell from his bowed head—although he was more likely concentrating on the naked flesh he was revealing. The last button came undone and he pulled the blouse out from her skirt then pushed it back off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him. She swallowed hard, aware of his closeness, but then he moved around behind her, gently taking the towel from her hands. He draped it across the back of her neck, allowing the two ends to trail down over her breasts.

  She simply stood there as he pulled the wet clingy fabric down her arms. The contact, the way it slid, made her shudder, which made him speed up. Julia guessed he thought she was shivering from the cold. He tossed the blouse onto a nearby work surface, and it landed with a splat. She could see droplets of water spraying everywhere from it. Ike didn’t stop, his hands moving to her waist, and in very short order her equally soaked but not transparent skirt slid down her bare legs. That made her shudder too, but she grabbed his hands when he reached for the waistband to her panties.

  “They’re not wet.”

  “Sorry, sweetheart, but they are.”

  She patted the thin cotton on her butt, finding to her surprise they were, as he said, wet. The rainwater must have soaked through her skirt. She didn’t stop him this time, as he pulled on them and drew them down her legs, and stepped clear of both them and the skirt as he crouched to pick them up. She wondered how much of a view he had of her pussy as she moved and hoped none. She did, however, have salvation to hand, quickly grabbing the towel from around her and shaking it out before wrapping it around her body. At least now she was decent again.

  “Let me put these in the dryer and start the cycle. I suspect they might need more than twenty minutes, but I’ll give it twenty and then we’ll check.”

  “Okay, and I guess, thank you. I didn’t expect to find myself being stripped naked by a stranger when I set out for work this morning.”

  Ike laughed. “It was my pleasure.”

  She lowered her gaze to the level of his crotch, where the bulge in the front of his pants was obvious. “So I see.”

  He blushed but carried on with what he was doing. The dryer was huge, and it seemed to just eat her clothes. He switched it on and the drum began to spin.

  “It’ll be a bit crumpled when it comes out, but we do have an iron.” Ike gestured to the far corner of the room where a conventional iron was set up, complete with ironing board, the only really domestic looking item in the whole room.

  “Thank you.”

  He moved close to her. “Now, let’s make sure you’re dry enough to put those clothes on.”

  “Sorry?”

  He didn’t reply, simply pulling her close to him and starting to rub her back through the thick towel.

  “I am capable of doing this myself, you know.” She was smiling as she said it. She knew where he wanted to take this—the bulge in the front of his trousers had confirmed that. She’d known for some time. Julia allowed her smile to brighten at the thought of describing this to her husband when he got back. After all, it was his fault. It had been his idea for her to go without her bra all week.

  She tilted her head up to look at him. “I guess I should ask you what your intentions are here.” She gently pushed her pelvis forward trapping his erection between them. “But I guess I already know.”

  He smiled down at her. “I’m just making sure most of you is nice and dry.”

  “Most?” Her coy smile was feigned and she was sure he knew that as well, but he played along.

  “One part of you needs to be much wetter.”

  “Cheek.”

  He dropped his hand to her butt and squeezed her left cheek.

  Julia gasped. “That wasn’t an instruction. Does that mean if I say tit, you grab that as well?”

  Ike did just that and she had to stifle a moan as his hand cupped her right breast. Her nipple was already hard, irritating itself against the soft towel.

  Before she could say anything, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, his lips pressing against hers, never still, always questing. She opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to brush against his lips, asking for and getting access to the inside of his mouth. As she put her arms around his neck, she knew that was signaling her surrender to something she’d regarded as inevitable for some time.

  He took his hand off her breast and moved both hands to her back, then pulled sharply at the towel, without breaking the kiss. She felt the towel loosen around her and, as he pulled his body away, it slithered to the ground, leaving her naked in his arms.

  She shuddered again as his hands returned to their wandering path, this time on her naked skin. Her body was dry now from the action of the towel against her, but lower down, things were getting a lot wetter.

  As the kiss intensified, their tongues dueling and fencing with each other, she lifted one leg and wrapped her calf around his leg, pulling him tighter against her body. Ike put both hands under her butt and hoisted her up, her other leg mimicking its partner as her foot left the floor. The kiss broke and she panted for breath as he looked down into her face. Spinning around, he carried her the two steps to the work surface and hoisted her up to sit on the smooth melamine.

  Julia leaned back as he let go of her to pull his shirt off over his head. He had a good looking body, not exactly a six pack, but decently muscled. She licked her lips to show
her approval and lazily lowered her gaze as he pushed his pants down around his ankles. His cock tented out his shorts and she smiled as she watched him undress in a frenzy of clothing flying in all directions. When his cock sprang free from the confines of his shorts, she licked her lips again, as she decided it was time for her to take charge of their little game.

  Swinging her legs up, she twisted over to lie on her stomach, then scooted closer to the edge as she turned to face him. Ike raised an eyebrow, clearly wondering what she was doing, but when she beckoned him closer to her face with the crook of her finger, his grin was enough to tell Julia he knew what she was doing. His cock bobbed in front of her face as he stood there, just at the perfect height. She bent her right leg, drawing it up toward her butt, opening herself to his fingers. He needed no second invitation as she leaned toward him and kissed the end of his cock. His fingers slid down over her butt, slithering down to her mound, and from there to her already wet slit.

  Opening her mouth further, she wrapped one arm around his butt and pulled him forward, taking the first couple of inches inside her mouth. His fingers sank between her outer lips, putting pressure against the tip of her clit, and she groaned around the obstruction in her mouth. Her head started to bob, her tongue never still as she sucked on him, drawing more and more of him into her mouth with every suck.

  His fingers curled, and two of them thrust into her, parting her inner lips and finding her slick channel. Once more, her copious juices glazed the inside of her thighs. As his palm slapped against her with every thrust, she could feel just how wet his hand was. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged, unable to prevent the reaction. He made to pull out, obviously sensitive to her reaction. She held onto his butt, squeezing one cheek to hold him in place, even pulling him another half an inch inside her.

  He groaned and started to thrust with his hips. Her own hips were no longer still either as she ground her overheated pussy against his hand. He pushed harder still and she almost choked on him, then pulled her head back, allowing herself to breathe. Her tongue coiled around the end of his cock, bathing it with saliva, saliva she had to swallow to stop herself drooling, saliva she could taste was mixed with his pre-cum. Her own climax was fast approaching and she pulled him deep inside again as she started to moan around the obstruction.

  Ike seemed to go wild at that, his fingers pumping into her with increased speed and ferocity. She shifted her leg, opening herself as wide as she could for him. He inserted a third finger and her hips were starting to churn on the hard surface beneath her. Once more, she pulled her head back, licking the end of his cock. He shuddered and she thought for a moment he was about to cum, but he didn’t. It was just a reaction to her.

  It was enough, though, to push Julia over the edge and, opening her mouth wide, screamed around him. Feeling the release of pressure from her lips, at the same time as her pussy contracted around his fingers and her juices gushed all over his hand, was enough to bring Ike to the point of no return.

  He cut off her squeal as he brutally pushed his cock back into her mouth. Her lips sealed around his pulsing cock as a matter of reflex while lower down she brought her legs together, trapping his hand. His cock expanded in her mouth and he pushed in even harder, squashing her nose against his flat stomach as he let lose. The first stream fired straight down her throat and she swallowed in reflex, then as he pulled out a little, the next three spurts sprayed over the inside of her mouth, the final drop hitting her teeth as he reeled back away from her.

  She levered herself up on one elbow, gasping for air as they both fought to recover from the intensity of what had just happened. Behind her, the timer on the dryer pinged as the cycle finished.

  Julia giggled and Ike raised an eyebrow in question. “Saved by the bell.”

  He pouted. “Actually, I thought that might be Seconds out. Round two.”

  Julia gasped and hoped he was kidding. “Listen, I have to get to work. I was already late before I met you.”

  Ike just winked and walked around her to get her clothes out of the dryer.

  “I don’t suppose you’ve got an umbrella I could borrow?”

  Julia’s Video

  Julia stirred her coffee with an intensity that she hoped would hide her nerves. Around and around and around.

  “You’ll wear that spoon out if you don’t stop soon, or dig your way through the cup.”

  She looked up at her friend and smiled.

  Josie clearly knew her too well. “Spit it out, girlfriend.”

  “Look, you know how the other day you and Karen were both complaining about needing cash—you to replace your couch, her because she’s got car trouble?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, I kinda might have a solution.”

  “Kind of might sounds rather tentative.”

  “Let me start from the beginning.”

  “It’s a very good place to start.”

  Julia rolled her eyes. “Don’t you dare go all Julie Andrews on me.”

  “Sorry, couldn’t resist that one. Blame it on a misspent childhood. Okay, okay, I’m all ears.”

  “It started last week while Max was away…again.”

  * * * *

  I just got home, got indoors and the doorbell rang. Steve Hutchins must have seen me pull up on my drive and came straight across.

  “Hi.”

  “Hi there, sexy legs.”

  “Enough, already. I’ve had a hard day at work and I’m ready for a nice long soak in the bath.”

  He grinned at me. “I’ll scrub your back.”

  “No you won’t, but it’s okay to fantasize.”

  “Listen, I think I might have something you’ll be interested in.”

  “Oh?” I wasn’t interested in posing for him again, but I didn’t say that.

  “Can I come in?”

  “For a minute, yes. I really do want that bath.”

  “I’ll run it for you then while you get undressed.”

  “No. Stop it or leave.”

  He held his hands up. “Okay, okay. I’ve stopped.”

  I let him in, walked through to the family room and sat in the chair rather than on the couch. I couldn’t think of a better way to tell him to keep his distance. Steve sat on the couch, giving no indication he’d understood my deliberately sitting opposite him.

  “Spill, please, Steve. I really have had a long day.”

  “Well, as you know I take a lot of pictures, and I have a lot of contacts.”

  “You’ve sold my pictures?” My voice was rising up the scale, both in pitch and volume.

  “No, I wouldn’t do that…”

  “But…?”

  “I have shown them to a couple of my contacts, and one of them would like to organize a shoot.”

  “I’m not interested in posing for another dirty old man with a camera.”

  He laughed. “I guess I asked for that. This guy, by the way, is twenty-five.”

  “So, a dirty young man then.”

  “A professional, who pays well—very well.”

  I shook my head, still not interested.

  “It’s not stills, though, it’s video, and before you explode, let me ask you a question. I know Max knows what you do, sometimes, but I bet he rarely gets the chance to actually see it. How about if you could present him with a DVD of you?”

  I sat still for a moment. He’d just hit a nerve although I tried not to show it. “You want me to make a porn video?”

  “A special one, and the offer, by the way, isn’t just for you.”

  “It isn’t?”

  “No, they’d be very interested in your two friends, Josie, and the tall one.”

  “Karen.”

  “Yeah, her with the legs that go on forever.”

  “They want the three of us to make lesbian porn?”

  “No, not exactly.”

  “Stop making me drag out the details like I’m pulling teeth.”

  “You ever heard of Sofa X?”
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  “Can’t say I have.”

  “They’re actually a British outfit. They specialize in making fake casting couch videos.”

  “Huh?”

  “Yeah, you know the type. They get a girl off the street to interview them for a modelling job, then slowly talk her into posing in her underwear, and then naked, in order to get the job. Then the interviewer fucks them on the casting couch and says he’ll be in touch. It’s fake. The girl knew what she was in for when she entered the room, and she gets paid for appearing to be that naïve.”

  “Not my cup of tea.”

  “It’s a big business, and these guys shoot a lot of them, both over here and in Europe. They make others as well. Fake taxis, even fake office job interviews.”

  “Yuk.”

  “They pay a thou for the girl.”

  I did a double-take.

  “However, they do a bigger budget one if the girl turns up with an attractive friend who also gets sucked into the process.”

  “A threesome on the casting couch.”

  “Yeah. So imagine what they’d pay for three women, who also all work with each other?”

  “I couldn’t and don’t want to imagine.”

  He shrugged. “Two thou each for a day’s shooting.”

  “A day for one video?”

  “Well, because there’s three of you, they’d want to shoot a couch scene and then move through to a bedroom and shoot a second round in there.”

  I rose to my feet. “I don’t think so. Now I really would like that bath.”

  He smiled at me as he rose to his feet. “Do me one favor.”

  “What?”

  “Wait two minutes before you get undressed. Give me time to get up to my bedroom window to watch.”

  “Get out of here, you pervert.”

  * * * *

  “And you have told me this, why?”

  Julia rolled her eyes. “Because you need the money, Karen needs the money…”

  “And you…who definitely doesn’t need the money…”

  Julia sighed. “I guess he hit the jackpot question. I’d like to be able to give Max that DVD, let him watch me for once. I know we’ve done things together a couple of times, especially with you, and you were fabulous—even if I didn’t know about one of them in advance. But he’s never actually just seen it.”