Langley Circle Beginning Ch. 20

Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen.

Thanks for sticking around for this next instalment. The second instalment of the wild and stormy night started in episode 19. Those keen for a heads up should be aware that sexual acts between non blood relations including step mother/ son and adopted mother/daughter are described amongst some other more traditional good stuff.

Previously on Langley Circle... Nicky and Bella began to seed Josh with suggestions about how sexy their friend Sally is, even sending a swimsuit photo for him to comment on. Nicky also suggested that if he got another chance to see his step-mum Trudy naked, then getting "hands on" wouldn't be an issue. Unbeknownst to Josh, the two girls then called Trudy and intimated the same thing from a different point of view, suggesting that they would be interested in all of them getting more intimately acquainted in the future. Later that evening amidst a thunderstorm, Nicky's feelings for Beth slipped out and after the initial shock had worn off, Beth tentatively embraced the idea of having more than just plutonic feeling for her adopted daughter. That was when Dean walked into the bedroom to find his wife and his daughter having sex. Angry, confused and afraid, he fled the room.

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Season One, Episode Twenty

Josh tilted his head at the sound of the music; He smiled as he recognized the clean pop drumbeats, bass guitar, and synthesizers. He glanced at the clock; it was almost midnight, not the time that he would expect Trudy to be indulging in a bit of old school Gary Numan. It was only thanks to the influence of his dad's music tastes that he recognized it at all; he had heard enough synth pop growing up to be able to confidently place Gary Numan as opposed to Kraftwerk or Yellow Magic Orchestra for that matter. He listened carefully, trying to work out which song it was; strong stabbing synth tones under pinned with bass, and a crisp drumbeat, odds on it was probably "Cars". He couldn't be sure though, the sound was muffled.

His curiosity piqued, Josh padded barefoot into the hall. The music was clearer here; he smiled as he realised it wasn't "Cars" after all, it was "Observer", the ricocheting snare giving it away. He bobbed his head to the solid rhythm, and ambled down the hall to see what Trudy was up to.

Reaching the end of the hall, he grinned and leaned casually against the doorframe, enjoying the song, and the view. Trudy had her back to him, bending over the bed, sorting through clothes. As she worked, she was nodding her head and wiggling her bum to the music. Josh felt a pleasurable stirring at his groin, watching her arse bounce and sway to the beat, a thin pair of skin-tight pyjamas the only thing separating him from the naked delights that lay beneath. She hadn't heard him approach, and continued to fuss with the clothes, shaking her head to the stabbing riff, sending her ponytail whipping from side to side.

Josh tapped his foot, enjoying the view as he sang along.

'I could stand here for days.'

Trudy froze and looked over her shoulder, grinning when she noticed him. She made no move to stand up though, instead returning to her task.

'Or I could stand here for hours.'

'I could stand here for a lifetime.'

'Watching you and waiting always.'

Josh suspected Trudy had put a bit of extra bounce into her movements now that she knew he was watching her; he certainly wasn't complaining. He'd begun to relax more around her in the last day or so, and was finding it easier to openly admire her attractive curves. If she wasn't going to be embarrassed or upset, then he would try and be chilled about it too.

She stood, turning to face him and snatched up the remote, dialling down the volume.

"Very nice," he said.

Trudy put a hand to her hip and smirked. "The song or the view?"

"The song." He grinned as her smile slipped. "Very nice song; fantastic view."

Her expression brightened. "Well, that's alright then."

"What you up to?" Josh asked, nodding his head at the clothes laid out on the bed.

Trudy cast a backwards glance at the pile of clothes, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "Actually, while you're here, I need a man's opinion."

"Sure; how can I help?" As he crossed to the bed, it struck him that this was the second time today he had been asked for his opinion as a man. He wondered if Trudy's request might take him in a similarly pleasurable direction as the Picture of Sally had done. A warmth rose to his cheeks as he remembered the orgasm he had enjoyed earlier, staring at the picture of the leggy woman, all with his girlfriend's approval.

"There's a fancy dress party coming up at the office, and I'm trying to work out if I've got anything suitable in the wardrobe, or if I need to hire something."

Josh hovered near her, flicking his eyes between the garments on the bed and the curvy body of his step-mum. "OK, what you got so far?"

Trudy grinned. "Sit over there and I'll show you."

Josh got comfortable on the small cushioned window seat, as Trudy started sifting through the garments on the bed.

"I'm not sure any of these will even work, and you'll have to imagine them on me, but here goes."

Josh was happy with whatever she wanted to do; right now, he was staring down the front of her top as she leant over the bed. There was a sizeable amount of smooth creamy cleavage on display, and her unfettered breasts were being pleasantly mobile as she worked to find the garments she wanted.

The song finished, mixing into "Don't stand so close to me" by The Police. Josh reached over and increased the volume a notch then returned to his staring, tapping his fingers on the arm of the seat.

'Young teacher, the subject, of schoolgirl fantasy.'

'She wants him, so badly, knows what she wants to be.'

Trudy straightened up holding a handful of garments, shuffling them into position against her body. She was holding a sleeveless white blouse, and plaid pleated skirt that looked very short. Looped around the hanger was a green and yellow striped tie. Josh burst out laughing.

Trudy frowned. "You don't like?"

Josh waved his hands. "No no, I think it looks great; I was just laughing because of the timing of the song."

Trudy cocked her head, listening, and then grinned. "How ironic." She let out a girlish giggle that sent a shiver of excitement through Josh. "So, what do you think?"

What did he think? He tried to imagine her wearing the skimpy skirt and blouse, and instantly began to stiffen. He thought she'd look amazing in it. "It's hard to tell exactly just by you holding it," he said, even though it was a lie, "but I think it would look pretty good. It's a bit..."

She frowned. "A bit what?"

"Cliched?"

Trudy slumped, but nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I guess it's been done to death. Besides, it's probably not that appropriate for a work party; it's more a stay at home party kind of thing." She chuckled and flashed Josh a dazzling smile.

"Sorry to burst your bubble," He said.

"Nope, that's fine; don't worry, I have more options." She tossed the garments aside and set about putting together the next outfit.

Josh, on the other hand, set about peering down the front of her top again, aware that his hardness was starting to become obvious. He shifted on the seat in a fruitless attempt to disguise it.

Trudy looked up at him, affording him a gorgeous view of her breasts wobbling around down the front of her top. "You can change the song if you like," she said, and when she didn't get a response, glanced down at her chest. She smirked up at him. "Are you even paying attention, or just staring down my top?"

"Yes," Josh said, and then realised he hadn't heard the question. "What? Er, sorry what did you say?"

Trudy smiled warmly at him. "You can change the song if you like."

"I like them. Er, I mean it. Oh yeah maybe I will change it." He grabbed for the remote, skipping to the next song.

Trudy giggled. "OK, here's option two." She stood up holding what Josh thought was meant to be a Nurse's uniform, but it was one that would never be acceptable in any hospital. It was so short, it barely reached to mid-thigh, and it had a single zip that ran up the entire front.

"Exactly what sort of party is this?"

Trudy looked down at the dress she was holding and scoffed. "Yeah, perhaps a bit too revealing."

"Why do you even have that?" Josh asked, trying to imagine the skin-tight dress clinging to Trudy's curvy body. Trudy blushed and looked away, making Josh laugh. "Never mind, I don't need to know."

"Ok, so maybe slutty nurse isn't the one," Trudy said.

"No, but maybe you could wear it the next time I'm sick."

Trudy's eyebrows shot up and Josh blushed.

'Doctor doctor,'

Their eyes locked as the Thompson Twins song reached its chorus.

'Can't you see I'm burning, burning?'

'Oh, Doctor doctor,'

'Is this love I'm fee-ling?'

They burst out laughing. "What is going on with these songs?" Josh said.

"I know! Crazy."

They both hummed to the song as Trudy returned to the pile of clothes. "OK, if slutty nurse is out, then that probably counts out this, and this, and maybe this, and definitely this." She sifted a bunch of garments from one pile to another.

Josh wondered exactly what wasn't making the cut now; perhaps he shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss the nurse uniform after all.

"What about this one?" Trudy said, arresting his attention again.

His mouth gaped. "Cheerleader?"

Trudy smiled hopefully at him. "Still too much?"

Josh shook his head, then nodded, then shook his head again. "Umm, yeah I think so, but..."

Trudy stood holding the blue flared skirt to her waist; it barely stretched to mid-thigh. The tiny sleeveless V-neck top was pink and blue with a flourishing pattern of silver stars. It looked to be made of Lycra, which would make it extremely stretchy; it would have to be, to keep Trudy's impressive chest in check. The questioning look on her face reminded Josh that he hadn't finished his sentence, but he had entirely forgotten what he was going to say.

"Oh, I have these too," she said, dropping the garment and retrieving something from her wardrobe. She shook the balls of sparkly plastic strands in the air, causing her breasts to bounce wonderfully.

"Nice Pom-poms," Josh said, smirking.

Trudy scowled at him playfully, tossing them on the bed. "I know what kind of pom-poms you like," she said grasping her breasts and giving them an exaggerated bounce. "Hmm, again might not be so appropriate. I could imagine a cheer routine at the party drawing lots of attention, and not all of it good. Looks like a trip to the fancy dress shop then."

"Trudy, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Would you really have worn one of these outfits to the party?"

"Yeah, probably," she said, looking uncertain. "Why?"

"Any of these outfits would look amazing on you, of that I have no doubt--"

Trudy waved a hand dismissively. "You're very sweet to say that."

"No, I'm being serious. Part of me really wants to say yes, just so I can see you in one of them before you go, but I'm worried what sort of an impression you'd make at your work party. The outfits might peg you as a bit --"

"Slutty?"

"I was going to say easy, but yeah." Josh smiled warmly, feeling protective over her all of a sudden. He wasn't a fan of a bunch of creepy men leching over *************************-her, and thinking she was an easy lay because of her choice of costume. "I'd hate to think of you being taken advantage of."

She smiled fondly at him. "OH Josh, that's very sweet." This time her words were genuine. "I guess you are right; sometimes I get a bit carried away. This is exactly the sort of thing that your dad would keep under control."

Josh hesitated before speaking softly, "It's a good job I'm here then."

"Yes," Trudy replied, her expression becoming serious. "Yes, it is."

The room grew silent as the song began to fade out, mixing into another. Josh and Trudy stared across the room at each other, letting the implication of their words sink in. Neither entirely certain of what the other had meant, or how serious they had been, but both aware that something had passed between them.

'Oh Mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind.'

'Hey Mickey, hey Mickey.'

Trudy rolled her eyes as Josh simply burst out laughing. Grabbing up the pom-poms, she began to bounce enthusiastically on the spot to the song. She shook the pom-poms above her head and Josh grinned as he delighted in the way her body moved. She knew he was watching her lecherously, and he knew she knew. She did a high star jump and then dropped the pompoms giggling, throwing her hands over her chest.

"Oh my god, bad idea when I'm not wearing a bra, I nearly had an eye out." This set Josh to laughing all the harder. "OK, OK, I'll go to the fancy dress shop on Monday."

Josh clutched at his stomach and tried to curtail his laughter. "Actually, I might have an idea."

"Oh?"

"You want something out of the ordinary; something that is sassy, maybe a little sexy, but not slutty or creepy, Yeah?"

"Yeah that would be perfect." Trudy laughed. "Don't suppose you have something in my size like that lying around, do you?"

Josh raised one finger with a thoughtful expression. He stood and approached the bed, adjusting the uncomfortable bulge in his trousers, an action that didn't escape Trudy's attention.

He noticed her smirk and glanced down. "Well, I didn't say I didn't like the outfits, did I?"

She giggled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Josh sifted through the garments on the bed searching for something that might fit his idea. He moved a few things to one side and then stopped when he found a black bustiere. He glanced up at Trudy, who blushed, and then back down at the garment. It was made of a material that was plush and soft; he wasn't sure what it was, maybe velvet or velure, and it had a series of lace loops up the front to tighten it.

"This is great, in fact better than great, it's perfect," he said, turning the garment over in his hands.

"You don't think it falls into that 'dangerously slutty' category?"

Josh grinned. "Maybe, but my idea involves you wearing more than just this, although I'd pay good money to see that."

"You don't need to pay, you just have to ask," Trudy said, her face filling with colour a moment later.

Josh chuckled nervously. "Umm, right. Now I need a skirt. Nothing special, something very short and plain, dark colour, brown if you have it."

"Brown? Who on earth has a brown skirt?" Trudy turned to her wardrobe. "Mini or micro?"

"What's the difference?"

"Well," Trudy said with a grin. "Let's just say that a mini will basically preserve my dignity, and a micro will rely on my underwear to do that."

Josh laughed. "Micro it is then."

Trudy stopped her search and turned to look at him, raising one perfectly sculptured eyebrow in surprise. "Getting a bit confident aren't you?"

"Far from it." Josh replied. "Don't worry, your dignity will be preserved in other ways, trust me."

Trudy shrugged and turned back to her search. "Red, blue, dark blue, black, or yellow?"

"Yellow?" Josh asked. "When on earth did you wear that?"

"You don't want to know," Trudy said without turning around.

"Black will probably work best."

Trudy withdrew a skirt from the wardrobe and held it to her waist.

Josh stared at the tiny skirt and blinked. "That's a belt!"

Trudy snorted a laugh. "Too small?"

"Yeah, on second thoughts perhaps the mini would be better, and have you got something a bit flowier, not so hip hugging?"

Trudy turned back to the wardrobe, "OK, you're the boss."

A chill ran down Josh's spine, temporarily paralysing him at the implication; a surge of pleasurable power shot through his body flooding it with adrenalin. 'He was the boss.' That was just something she had said, right? Yes, of course it was, but he wanted to be the boss, oh how he wanted it.

"You OK?" Trudy asked.

Josh shook his head, clearing his stupor. Trudy was holding a short black flared skirt against her waist, looking at him expectantly.

"Umm, yeah. Yeah, that's perfect. OK, you put that and the bustiere thing on; I need to grab a few things."

"Yes sir!" Trudy said sarcastically, as he dashed from the room.

It took him a little longer than expected to get the items together; he had forgotten that one piece was in the garage. Finally, having gathered up everything, he bundled it all up in the cloak and made his way back. As he approached, he was serenaded by the opening wailing cries of "Prince Charming" by Adam and the Ants. As he walked in, he found Trudy sitting at her dressing table, fiddling with her hair.

She glanced up and noticed him in the mirror. "I got bored waiting, so I did my hair," she said smiling as she shook her head drawing his attention to the thick braid that hung down to the middle of her back.

"Yeah sorry about that, had to go to the garage," Josh said depositing the bundle on the bed. "I was gonna suggest something like that for your hair, brilliant."

She beamed at him. "I kind of figured out roughly where you're going with this, so it seemed right."

"Ok, first off we have..." He stopped mid-sentence as he turned to find her standing in front of him.

She looked stunning. The black top clung to her trim frame tightly, cinching in sharply below her bust and extending down to about an inch above the waistband of the skirt. The wired cups pushed her already impressive breasts together and up, creating a breathtakingly, cock-stiffening, tight cleavage that was visible behind the laced front of the garment. The laces were tight but gaps in the loops showed tantalising glimpses of her breasts. The upper part of her chest swelled up towards the top of the garment, which ended in a wide U neck created by the two broad shoulder straps. With her hair pulled back and braided, her slender neck seemed to rise almost majestically from her gently sloping shoulders.

"Holy balls that's fucking hot!" Josh blurted, making Trudy grin and giggle. "I mean, er--"

Trudy held up a hand. "Don't change it, gut reactions are always honest. Hot is good, very good." She ran her hands up her tummy and onto her breasts, making him very aware that he was staring. "It feels very naughty," she said in a purring voice, curling her long fingers around the swell of her magnificent chest. "I hope there is a little more material to cover me in that bundle, I am feeling a little exposed." She chuckled. "Also, if you can tear your gaze just a little lower, I'd be interested in your thoughts on the skirt too."

Josh felt the heat rise to his cheeks; He glanced up at her face and it struck him that she looked truly happy, eyes sparkling and bright, smile broad and relaxed. He looked down at the skirt, which ended mid-thigh, and was loose enough to float as she twirled, which she did for him now, spinning nimbly on one bare foot with a girlish giggle. His eyes bulged as the skirt flared out revealing even more of her toned smooth thighs.

"He," was the only utterance Josh could manage as he gaped.

"OK focus," Trudy snapped her fingers in front of his face.

Josh floundered." Er, yeah sorry; you are just so very distracting."

"I can live with that," Trudy said with a smirk. "What you got there?"

He looked down, only then remembering he was holding something. "Oh right." He focussed back to the job in hand. "It's a leather battle skirt." He walked behind Trudy and looped the garment around her waist. "They have been popular at various times throughout history; the Romans wore something like it, and they were commonplace on battlefields during medieval times."