by Bridy McAvoy
“Audience?” Julia couldn’t prevent the gasp which elicited a chuckle from the other woman.
“Hank, silly. A one-man but very appreciative audience. Oh, and the camera lens, of course.”
“Just who will be seeing these pictures?” Julia didn’t wait for an answer but did as Katie had asked a moment earlier. She entwined her fingers behind the back of the lithe woman’s head and arched her back. She knew she was about to be topless in front of the camera, come what may, so she did her best to look good, for her own sake.
Katie nipped her earlobe between her teeth again, the tip of her tongue flicking out to tickle the sensitive, captive flesh. Julia couldn’t help moaning under her breath, but she knew Katie had heard her. The woman pushed her naked breasts against Julia’s back and gave Julia’s breasts one last squeeze before pulling her hands away, taking the now useless bikini with them. Julia was now topless, exposed to Hank’s eyes, and perhaps more importantly, the camera lens. Hank’s hands were a blur as he worked the shutter as fast as he could, all the while twisting the zoom lens to get different shots.
The red bikini top fluttered to the ground in front of Julia and she stood still, tacitly surrendering to whatever Katie wanted to do to her. The woman ducked out from inside Julia’s arms and grabbed the redhead’s shoulders and pulled her around in a half-circle. Julia almost stumbled but a moment later found herself in Katie’s embrace, her back to Hank. Before she could say anything, Katie had shuffled them both through ninety degrees so they were side on to the camera, their breasts mashed against each other. Katie tightened her arms around Julia’s back and leaned in for a kiss.
For some reason, Julia expected it to be a porn-style kiss, all tongues outside of mouths, setting up for the camera. Katie, though, had other ideas and as soon as their lips touched, her tongue was pushing between Julia’s lips, demanding entry. Julia accommodated her, for the moment ignoring Hank and his camera as she reveled in the kiss. Moment by moment, as the kiss deepened Katie hugged her tighter and Julia responded, grinding her chest against that of the other woman. Their nipples dragged against each other, taking Julia’s lust to another level.
“Break it up you love birds. I want to see some more skin.”
Hank’s words should have been like a cold shower to Julia’s arousal, but they weren’t. Both women were breathless as they broke apart, but Julia recovered that little bit faster and seized the initiative. She pulled Katie around in front of her, exposing her, topless, to the camera. Her hands dropped to the other woman’s waist and grabbed the snap on her denim shorts. Katie was lost in the moment, and Julia could hear her moaning gently as she made light work of the fastenings of the denim garment. She knew Hank would prefer a tease, want her to push the shorts down first and follow with the bikini later. Julia, though, wasn’t in the mood to tease. Katie had ignited a fire in her core, and she wanted more than a tease could provide. Katie gasped as the redhead pushed both garments down onto Katie’s thighs, exposing her fully to the camera.
“Slow it down, sweetheart.”
She looked over at Hank, and in that split-second, took control of him as well as the woman. “You just take your pictures. You wanted to see two birds in the wild. Now watch me go wild. Shut up and snap away.”
Her fingers slipped across the other woman’s hip bone and dropped to the sensitive area between her legs. She wasn’t surprised to find Katie was clean-shaven, nor was she that surprised to find the other woman was wet. Katie’s hips bucked against her fingers as she slid them up and down the moist slit between Katie’s outer lips.
“Lose the shorts and underwear, sweetie. They’re in the way.” She didn’t take her fingers away from their prize, nor offer to help Katie further. Instead, she held on, rubbing hard against the exposed clit and wet—and getting wetter—lips of the brunette’s pussy as Katie struggled to push the tangle of clothing down her thighs. Somehow, she managed it and they fell around her ankles.
“Kick them off, and spread your legs. I want to feel how tight you are inside.”
Playing the dominant one in the pair was a huge turn on for Julia. She tended to submit, but being in charge was giving her a sexual rush of epic proportions. Her pussy was hot and wet inside her shorts, possibly even wetter than the compliant woman whose pussy she was rubbing. If she wasn’t careful, her juices would soak through into her shorts, creating a wet spot that might be difficult to explain once they got back to the boatyard.
As Katie stepped out of her shorts, Julia changed her approach and let go of the captive pussy and brought her hands up to Katie’s shoulders, then pushed down. Not hard, but enough to convey a simple meaning without words. Katie gracefully dropped to her knees, and Julia stepped around in front of her. She was conscious of Hank circling around to keep himself in the best vantage point to capture the action, but she didn’t look at him.
“Take mine off if you want my fingers inside you.” That would solve the potential problem of a wet spot.
The other woman didn’t hesitate, reaching up for the snap to Julia’s shorts and pulling down the zip as soon as she’d unsnapped them. Her hands returned to Julia’s hips and started to push both the shorts and panties down.
“Leave the bikini bottoms for now. Just get the shorts off.”
Once again, Katie did as she was told. The power trip was driving Julia further and further into burning heat. A few minutes ago she’d been the one powerless in Katie’s grasp, now the tables had been turned. Now it would appear in the photographs that she was the one dominating her willing submissive.
She spread her legs after kicking off the shorts and pulled Katie’s face right into her crotch. Katie murmured something, but Julia couldn’t hear her. The way Katie’s lips vibrated against the thin covering of the swimsuit, all that separated the other woman’s hot mouth from her pussy, took her breath away. She threw back her head and moaned, her hands clamping vice-like behind the younger woman’s head, holding her in place. To begin with, Katie’s hands were pushing against the front of her thighs as if trying to break free. After a few moments, the pushing grew weaker. For a second Julia wondered if she was suffocating the woman, but then Katie’s hands circled out to the side and then up to clutch her butt. The way Katie pulled on Julia’s ass dragged her face tighter against Julia’s pussy, and her lip movements increased as well.
It was all Julia could do to stay on her feet, the sensations making her knees go weak. “Keep doing that, my beauty. Keep doing that.”
“Take her bottoms off. Go for it for real. Eat her, she’ll cum in nothing flat.”
Julia shot a daggered look at Hank, his words breaking the spell, but at the same time she agreed with him. She wasn’t far off that release. Katie wasted no time, tugging and pulling the red bottoms down over Julia’s ass, freeing yet more flesh to both the open air and Hank’s camera.
Katie scrabbled to remove Julia’s bikini bottom, jerking them down her legs with haste. As Julia lifted one foot to step out of them, Katie moved forward. Perched on one leg, Julia couldn’t save herself and overbalanced. Luckily, the grass behind her was soft and she landed into the spongy greenery with a shriek, but no actual injury.
Slightly winded, she wasn’t in a position to stop Katie as the other woman lunged for her. Grabbing Julia’s legs just below the knees, Katie lifted them into the air, spreading them in the process. Before Julia could say anything, Katie’s mouth descended on her now undefended pussy.
She raised her legs even higher, reveling in the way Katie was licking her sensitive pussy lips. The sensations ripped through every fiber of her being. Nothing mattered at that moment, nothing other than that pleasure-giving tongue. Sensing she had Julia’s surrender, Katie let go of Julia’s legs and brought her hands up to cup and squeeze Julia’s breasts. Julia could sense Hank had moved in closer still, concentrating the focus of his camera at the junction of her legs. The sight must be obscene, but Julia was well past caring.
Carried away on a wave of pleasure,
Julia threw her head back and howled as the orgasm ripped through her. Katie pulled away for a moment to allow the spasm to pass then started licking again. This time she was concentrating on Julia’s pussy, ignoring her breasts. She held Julia open, exposing the pink of the inside of her pussy to the camera as she probed with both fingers and tongue. Unable to stop herself, Julia brought her hands up to her breasts, caressing the soft flesh and pulling and twisting at her nipples.
A minute or so of that was all she could take and she was cumming again, even more powerfully this time.
“Enough.” Her voice sounded like a croak, but she repeated herself. “Enough.” Katie sat back on her heels and smiled shyly at her as Julia struggled onto her elbows.
“Nice?”
Julia rolled her eyes. It wasn’t normally a question you’d ask of a woman you’d just given two orgasms to, but somehow Katie seemed to need her approval.
“Very, thank you. Your turn?”
She watched, amazed as the other woman blushed, before nodding and sitting back. Pulling herself forward, Julia set about returning the favor. Hank moved closer still, the camera still in front of his face.
Bonus Story - Julia’s Fundraiser
“Pastor Graham, what a surprise. Please come in.”
“Thank you, Ms Swanson. Please call me Patrick.”
“Only if you return the favor. It’s Julia.”
“Of course, Julia.”
Julia stepped to one side and gestured for the pastor of the local church to step into the hall. Part of her was annoyed at the interruption, while the other part was intrigued. Neither Max nor Julia were regular church goers, although they did show their faces at the church from time to time. This was the first time the young pastor had made a house call, though, and her curiosity was piqued.
“Can I offer you a coffee?”
“That would be fine, but, please, I don’t want to put you to any trouble.”
“It’s no trouble. I was going to have one myself.”
She gestured toward the couch, and once he’d seated himself, she headed for the kitchen. Out of his sight, she quickly catalogued her clothing, making sure she was decent for company, especially for a man of the cloth. The shorts were a couple of years old, and to be honest, she’d put on a couple of pounds, making them tight. They weren’t obscene though, and she glanced at her reflection in one of the stainless-steel counter fronts to make sure there was no camel toe. There wasn’t. The T-shirt was another old one, but it wasn’t too tight. Whenever she put on weight, it was never around her bust, much to her own disgust.
“Cream? Sugar?”
“Just cream, please. No sugar.”
“Coming right up.”
She re-joined him in the family room and deliberately sat in the chair opposite, keeping her knees together and twisted slightly to the side. No inappropriate display there. They made small talk for a few minutes, and Pastor Patrick seemed in no hurry to get to the point of his visit. Finally, she fidgeted a little, and when he was looking at her, she cast a pointed glance at the clock.
He took the hint. “The reason for my visit, Ms. Swanson… Julia…”
“Yes?” She smiled. At least he was now getting to the point.
“We’re having a fund-raiser on Saturday…”
In a way, she felt disappointed. All he’d come around for was to solicit a donation. “Oh, let me get my checkbook. Would a hundred dollars be okay?”
He waved a hand at her. “Oh, dear Lord, Julia, no. I didn’t come here for a donation.”
“You didn’t?” She giggled. “And didn’t you just take the name of your boss in vain.”
“Did I?” He frowned, then laughed with her. “I guess I did, but I’m sure he won’t mind, just this once. No, I didn’t come around here for a donation, no, I came to ask for your help on Saturday evening.”
“Saturday evening?”
“Yes, are you free? Would Max be able to come too?”
Julia grimaced. Max had found out that morning that he had to fly to Alaska again for a four-day trip, starting Friday. “I’m afraid Max is away…again.”
“Short notice?”
She nodded.
“It usually is, isn’t it?”
She nodded again.
“It must be hard for you.”
She shrugged. “It has its compensations when he gets back.”
The pastor blushed, and Julia realised he’d taken her the wrong way. She hadn’t meant that, so as a result, found herself blushing. It was several moments of uneasy silence before she broke the peace.
“Evening? I thought you usually did these things in the afternoon.”
“Oh, we are. We’re having a family get together in the afternoon. Fun and games for the kids.”
“So… the evening?”
“Well, we wanted to do something a little different this time. The afternoon is family orientated, but in the evening, there won’t be any children present.”
“Oh, a church orgy?”
“No, nothing like that.” He had the grace to realize she’d been teasing him and blushed as he laughed. Julia knew her own face had heated. She hadn’t set out to tease him at all, it had just slipped out.
“Well…?”
“We wanted to do something else. So, we decided on a themed fancy dress pageant.”
“A beauty pageant?”
“Not exactly, no, although there will be a prize for the winner.”
“So, you want me to judge it, is that it? I’d love to.”
He shook his head again. “No, Julia, you misunderstand me. I’d like you to be in it. I’ve already got the judges picked out. I was hoping if you agreed, then your neighbor Samantha would agree too, and a couple of the other local younger wives.”
“Ah, so it is a beauty pageant, then?”
“No. Not just that. We’re restricting the entries to married women of the parish. No swimwear.”
“You said themed fancy dress?”
“Yes, the theme being ‘date night’.”
“Ah… But I won’t have my husband with me.”
He chuckled. “That might not be such a bad thing. There’re a few other sideshows going on. We wanted to see if everyone would let their hair down a bit more if we had just the adults present. Please say you’ll do it.”
With Max out of town for the weekend, she had nothing else planned. No doubt Josie, her usual port of call if she wanted to go out while Max was elsewhere, would already have a date lined up. It might pass a couple of hours, and besides, she loved to get dressed up.
“So, if I said yes… How sexy is date night supposed to be?”
“As sexy as you like. Bearing in mind, you’ll have a few dozen of your neighbours around.”
He raised an eyebrow, and she found herself blushing again.
“Who are the judges?”
He shook his head. “No, not telling. Don’t want any accusations of bribery. You’ll do it?”
“Okay, yes.”
“And you’ll talk Samantha into doing it too?”
“I’ll try. Just promise me I won’t be the only one slinking around on that stage in something sexy.”
“You won’t be, I promise. I have four others lined up already. None of them as pretty as you, though.”
Julia was blushing again as she showed the pastor out of the door.
* * * *
“I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
Julia grimaced at her neighbor. She agreed, but it was too late to back out. Samantha had agreed to the idea of taking part with enthusiasm. That enthusiasm had bubbled over into the suggestion they matched their outfits. Identical in style, just different colors. They’d got ready at Julia’s since Max was away.
Julia had no problem imagining Max’s reaction to her outfit. She would only have been allowed out, well, afterward. Her white dress was thin, not quite mesh, but thin enough to see through. The cotton underwear below was opaque but showed through the dress a lot more th
an she was comfortable with. At least the white underwear matched the color of the dress. Samantha had gone for an identical outfit in red. Her scarlet underwear seemed to shine through the material of the dress, especially from the back. They had picked out mini-dresses, of course, and the hemline was only just below the lace tops of the stockings, which matched the rest of the outfit.
“Come on, it’s a church fundraiser. What’s not to like about an angel and a devil? It’s thematic, that’s what it is. Perfect. You look fabulous.”
“The last time I wore white to a church it was for my wedding.”
Samantha giggled. “I bet it wasn’t a true white wedding, though.”
“What do…? Oh, got you. Sorry, a little slow on the uptake there.”
“You look fine.”
“Not as good as you, Samantha.”
“You really think so?” Her neighbor did a twirl in front of the mirror. The skirt was too tight to billow out. Nevertheless, it rode up to expose the tops of her stockings, and an inch or so of bare thigh above them.
“Don’t do that in church. You’ll give Patrick, sorry, Pastor Graham, a heart attack.”
“Not as much as the blushing bride will. Come on, give me a twirl.”
Julia was forced to admit to herself that her neighbor’s enthusiasm was overcoming her own doubts. She gave the requested twirl then groaned in dismay as she saw the dress had ridden up even higher than Samantha’s.
“This is obscene.”
“No, it’s sexy. Perfect for date night, and that’s the theme, right?”
“I hope so.”
“You hope so?” Samantha’s voice went up an octave as she screeched out her question.
“Of course, it is. I couldn’t have misheard him.”
“Well, if I went out with my husband in this I know I’d have a great date night. So, it’s perfect. Stop being such a worrier. You look great. In fact, we both look great. Now let’s go and knock ’em dead, girlfriend.”