The Seduction Ch. 03

Leah encircled my neck with her arms and we spent a long time kissing. As we did, my hands worked her belt open, flicked open the button on her trousers and worked the fly down. I propped myself up, our mouths still locked together, so that she could access the buttons on my shirt and one by one they yielded to her fingers.

With Melinda resting on the sofa behind me as she snapped away, I helped Leah her slide the shirt down over my shoulders then shrugged it off. Her hands played across my back and shoulders, caressing me with small movements. Our crotches ground together as we dry fucked. The sofa was wide enough for me to slide half off her and reveal her to the camera. One of her hands held the back of my head while the other stroked my chest, pinching and pulling my nipples. I slid my free hand downwards, opening her trousers and I began to work my way under the material.

I stopped as my fingers encountered the lacy elastic tops of her panties. I began to trace the outline of them, my fingers bolder and slipping slightly lower as her kissing showed no sign of pause or abatement. Finally I slid my hand all the way down, cupping her sex through the lace material. The heat was tremendous and I could distinctly feel the outline of her pussy lips. She moaned into my mouth and bucked against me, so I squeezed and teased her, running the point of my index finger along the length of her opening.

'Oh stop!' she gasped and wriggled out from under me. I thought she had suddenly come to her senses and was calling it off. But I was wrong. Instead she let her pants drop to the floor and she stepped free of them.

'Excellent,' Melinda said and snapped more photos. The camera began to buzz its signal that we had reached the end of another roll of film.

'Have a five minute break if you like,' she said, walking over to the side table where the film was stored.

'I think we should keep the mood going,' Leah said, looking straight at me. I ran my eyes along the full length of her body. Her hair hung down around her shoulders, her normally pale cheeks were flushed and her lips red. The tie hung askew at her throat and the top two buttons of the shirt were open. Being a man's shirt, the tail and front hung lower than the sides, giving the appearance of a side split that revealed her smooth thigh. On her feet were the bobby socks. She was an apparition.

Leah moved towards me and I stood, pulling her towards me. We stood and kissed this time, my head bent down towards her upturned face. I saw Melinda turn to look, then the camera was reloaded and she walked towards us. I turned Leah so she faced the camera with her back to me. My hands caressed her waist, bunching the shirt there and revealing her panties. The camera clicked. I released another button on her shirt and pulled it open to reveal the edge of her bra. More photos. Her hands moved behind her and she began to caress me, squeezing my shaft, her fingers deft instruments of pleasure. She began to work my fly down, then edge inside my trousers.

'Open more buttons,' Melinda said and I realised that what Leah was doing to me was invisible to her. This wasn't part of her act; this was part of her pleasure, our pleasure. I pushed myself against her hand, small subtle movements of my hips designed to encourage her without revealing it to Melinda. My hand slipped the buttons of her shirt open one by one, until it hung open. Leah leaned back against me, her hand continuing to stimulate me while her head rested against my chest. I tugged her shirt open, pulling the collar through under the tie. I pulled the shirt wide open, holding it open at her waist. She turned her head and with small darting movements of her tongue flicked at my nipple and chest.

'Excellent, that's great, really hot!' I wasn't sure whether Melinda was necessary any more, the fact that Leah was massaging me through my trousers out of sight of the camera seemed to be an indication that Clay's fantasy was only part of this adventure for her.

'How much does Clay want to see?' I wondered. 'Would a simulated session be enough? Would full on sex be too much for him?' I had to admit to myself, that for all their being our neighbours in the past, I hadn't really gained a deep insight into their private lives.

Pinning the shirt to her sides with my forearms, I cupped both her breasts, pushing them together as Melinda photographed us. My lust steadily built as she matched my caresses with hers and I finally slid the shirt from her shoulders. She relinquished her grasp long enough to allow me to slide the shirt free and discard it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

'Now, turn towards Dave, I want to get some shots of the lingerie from behind.' Leah complied, standing in a position so that her right thigh was in front of my right leg, in effect leaving my bulge exposed to the camera. Again she rested her head against my chest, this time her forehead lying on my shoulder. Her hand again sought and found my bulge and as it slipped inside the open fly I heard the camera snap a rapid series of shots. From the angle of the lens I guessed it was focussing on her hand action.

'Close your eyes Dave, give the audience the impression that you're savouring a hand job.' Melinda's wicked smile told me that she knew I was and I silently applauded her dedication to the game. Although we had discussed setting up a situation for Melinda to leave for a short time, Leah's indication that this was in fact Clay's fantasy - 'could that be words for our ears? An attempt to distract us from knowing that she wanted to fuck another man?' - seemed to indicate that 'Samantha's' presence was required, even if it was a pretence for all of us.

I closed my eyes and savoured her languid wrist motion as she used the satin boxers as a lubricant for her pleasuring of me. My right hand stroked her thigh and lower back. It worked its way up and began to fumble with the catch on the bra.

'Oops, out of film!' Melinda exclaimed and at once turned to insert a fresh roll. 'Why don't you take up a position on one of those wooden chairs?'

Leah pulled her hand from my open fly and lifted her head to look at me. I was tempted to kiss her, but that would have been outside the parameters of the game we were playing. My foray against the bra catch had been unsuccessful, so I let my hand fall away, seeking her hand and leading her towards a chair as had been suggested. I selected the one that I knew would maximise Faith's viewing pleasure, drawing it out and away from the table.

Melinda's reloading skills were rapidly improving and she indicated that Leah should sit on the chair in front of me. The duration of my erection was beginning to give me a dull ache in my balls. They wanted release. Despite the reload time being so short, the bulge had all but disappeared.

'Ah, no good,' Melinda commented. 'Dave, we need that bulge back for continuity.' Under other circumstances I would have blushed in embarrassment, but now I shrugged. Leaning down I tilted Leah's head up and kissed her, my other hand seeking hers and placing it at the entrance to my fly in a flagrant act of command. Her fingers slipped inside, matching the motion of her tongue. The aching disappeared, replaced with the buzzing pleasure of my hardening shaft.

'Okay, Leah, what we're looking for is you to remove his trousers. Look up at him, into his eyes as it happens.' Leah's fingers withdrew and we looked at each other. Her actions were deft, fingers flying over the belt buckle and unhooking the fly catch. She slowed the movements by holding the sides of my trousers, lowering them in stages to reveal the fully stretched tent of my boxers. Then she released them and they puddled on the floor around my ankles.

Her hand caressed my erection in gentle circular motions. Then, without encouragement from either of us she leaned forward and kissed the tip of the red satin bulge, her eyes breaking their contact with mine as they sought her mouth's target. She opened her mouth wide and posed with the bulge inside her mouth, but free of contact. Melinda snapped away. She rested my bulge against her cheek. Melinda snapped away. Her fingers snaked up the leg of my boxers, caressing the tops of my thigh. Melinda snapped away. Her tongue snaked from her mouth; the tip formed into a small, hard point and touched the satin at the very tip of my bulge. Snap, snap. Another film was done. Leah sat back and this time she did not meet my eyes.

I would've given anything to know what she was thinking. Instead she stood and walked over to the side table, picking up and draining her drink in one motion. I felt that the tables had been completely turned on me, on us. Instead of us controlling the action, with 'Samantha' calling the shots, she kept taking over, pushing the boundaries, her boundaries and all on her terms.

She stood there watching as a new film was loaded and my eyes devoured her body clothed only in her lingerie, tie and bobby socks. My cock ached and began to soften again.

'Okay guys...' Melinda began.

'What about using the couch?' Leah cut in. 'Dave can sit on it and I can get in behind him, so that you can get good shots of his boxers. Then maybe reverse it or something if you want more lingerie shots.'

I nodded almost imperceptibly to Melinda and she in turn nodded to Leah. I was eager to let her lead me to whatever destination she had in mind. I moved over the sofa and sat in the centre, feeling the soft cushion moved under me as Leah knelt behind me. Then her body was pressed against my back, her breasts lacy mounds that pressed into my shoulders. As the camera began clicking, Leah leaned slightly around me, her hand working down across my chest and stomach to again tease my boxers into a bulge. Her head was leaning over my shoulder and I turned to face her, sliding my tongue against her ear.

In response she gripped me tightly and turned towards me, our open mouths meeting in a wild tongue kiss that was on display to both the camera and the hidden video camera and therefore to Faith. I turned towards her and in doing so she began to slide around to my front. I reached back, encircled her waist with one arm and dragged her onto my lap. She laughed and squealed, then lay across my lap on her back, staring up at me. I leaned forward and kissed her again, then pushed her so that she was kneeling on the sofa, her front against the rear cushions, her back to me. This time I pressed against her, my red satin bulge pressed against her jade green behind. I kissed her shoulder blades and the back of her neck, my hands roving freely down her body, cupping her buttocks and squeezing them. I let my kisses travel slowly down her back, then slid the back of her panties down to expose both her buttocks. When she didn't move away of protest, I began to kiss the pale skin, my tongue darting to the top of her crack.

Slowly I let the kisses work upwards again, this time pausing at her bra strap. It was another moment of truth. This time my fingers didn't fumble, the clasp opening in one fluid motion. Leah brought her arms up to hold the bra in place, but looked back at me over her shoulder. I kissed her fleetingly, then slid the shoulder straps down onto her upper arms as the camera snapped away.

In one sudden movement, Leah flicked the bra onto the floor, then tugged her tie free as well. With her back to me I couldn't see her breasts. I tried to imagine what her nipples looked like and wanted to reach around and cup them, but her arms still covered them as Melinda took more photos. Then, unexpectedly, Leah reached up and back and placed her arms around my neck.

My hands had been resting on her waist and I now moved them to her stomach and then worked them upwards. Just as I could feel the soft underside of her breasts against my thumbs, Melinda stopped us.

'Okay now I'd like some clearer shots of the lingerie Leah's wearing, from behind, perhaps standing near the table?' I glared to demonstrate my displeasure at the interruption, but Melinda paid me no attention. I walked over to the table to where she was pointing then turned to look at Leah.

She had never sunbathed topless, that was certain. The skin of her breasts was milky white, her nipples the size of a ten cent coin and a soft pink colour. They were hard, the aureole raised in tiny bumps. Her breasts were small and almost perfectly round and they swayed slightly as she walked towards me.

'Okay Leah, in front of Dave like before, so I can see his boxers, one arm around his waist, the other on your hip.' Leah moved in close and I could feel her nipple brushing my chest. 'Good, now look back at me over your shoulder...no the other way, that's it. Dave I want you looking at the camera as well, one hand around Leah's waist, the other on your hip.' I was impressed with her dedication to the role, but at this late stage of the seduction, it seemed superfluous and was only adding to my considerable sexual frustration.

'Now reverse, Dave your back to me and Leah facing me. This time, Dave, put your hand up and cover her breast.' My palm rested lightly against her nipple and I thought I felt a shudder through her body. 'Actually, cup her breast rather than just cover it, like a bra, from underneath.' I did as I was told, savouring the soft creamy flesh in my hand. 'Good, now look at each other, that's good...kiss...good. Right then, Leah, kneel in front of Dave, Dave, put your hands on your hips and look down.'

Leah slid down and knelt, parting her thighs so that her knees protruded outside my legs. She peered around my legs at 'Samantha', waiting for the next instructions.

'What I want is a shot of his boxers coming down, your hands grabbing his butt, okay?'

At once Leah pulled the rear of my boxers down, her hands wandering across my buttocks. Her fingernails scratched delicate patterns along the crack and underside.

'Down to his knees,' Melinda said. Finally my cock sprang free, the flimsy satin gone. Leah's eyes dropped from mine to my erection as it appeared, and she smiled at me. I knew at that moment that we were going to have sex.

'Peer round at me again,' Melinda called. I could hear the camera snapping away.

'Great, I've only got a couple left on this roll, Leah, stand behind Dave, your back to him, one hand on his butt. Oh, Dave, get rid of the boxers will you?' I kicked them towards the untidy pile of clothes and stood there naked. I knew from where Faith sat she would be unable to see my erection, but I imagined that she knew it was there.

'Okay a quick film change and then the last shots.' I imagined that if I was Leah I'd be wanting to know how a naked body would sell lingerie. But I knew that Leah was here for more than a lingerie shoot so she had no intention of asking such an awkward question.

'Sit on the chair Dave, Leah I want you to straddle him.' I did as I was told, feeling very self-conscious now that I was naked and my erection was now in the open, despite it admittedly having been obvious to all. Leah sat on top of me, her legs across mine. My cock was half caught under her, and without a moment's hesitation she raised her body, reached down and pulled it forward then sat back down. The fleeting contact of her fingers on me sent a buzz like and electric current through me. Here breasts were now directly in front of my face and I wanted to kiss them, to taste her skin.

'Last shots, so make it good!' Melinda said as she moved beside us. 'Kissing please, like lovers about to fuck.' The word sounded harsh coming unexpectedly from her mouth and sent a dirty thrill through me. Leah began to grind her hips into me again and our mouths were joined in a frenetic bout of tongue kissing. I could feel, from the back and forth motion of her crotch along my shaft, that she was stimulating her clit. Her breathing was becoming ragged, her kisses urgent and wilder. She had closed her eyes and sat back, still grinding onto me as her hair fell awry over her face and shoulders. I leaned forward and took her left nipple into my mouth. Her arms clasped the back of my neck and held me there as I sucked, licked and bit it. I swapped back and forth until again Melinda interrupted.

'What?' both Leah and I asked, our annoyance obvious. I felt like just telling her to leave now, but I couldn't. Then her mobile rang and I felt another thrill at knowing that it would be Faith, "summoning" her from us. As Melinda answered it, moving to the far side of the room and lowering her voice, Leah remained on my lap, her hips still making small movements against me. I looked up at her, and after a quick glance in Melinda's direction, she leaned forward and kissed me. I held her close as she broke away.

'Do you want what we're about to do photographed?' I asked. 'I mean, once we've finished the shoot, I could ask Samantha to leave...'

'It doesn't matter. Either way. I had no idea that this was going to happen...'

'Me either.' It was only a half lie. I'd wanted it to happen, but I hadn't known that it would!

'Look,' Melinda interrupted, 'I've got to duck out for a very quick meeting, maybe thirty minutes,' I silently toasted you. 'I've probably got enough now, so you guys can clean up and lock up as you leave in case I'm not back in half an hour...?'

'Ah, sure Samantha,' I replied.

'Good, okay then, bye and thanks, gotta go...' With that the front door opened, closed and she was gone. I was aware of my heart pounding in my chest. Even the pretence of pretending was gone now. I knew it and Leah knew it. I took her hand and held it to my chest.

'You've got me nervous,' I said and saw her relax with a smile straight away. She stepped from my lap and turned her back to me, then bent over, her legs straight and pulled her panties down, kicking them off. With a coquettish look over her shoulder at me, she walked across to the couch and lay down, her head against the armrest once again. She beckoned me over with her forefinger and I stood and walked to her.

I was stunned to see that her pussy was completely bald. I wondered if she had used the beautician's voucher for that or did it all the time. I knelt beside the couch and we kissed again. I worked my mouth down along her body, across her breasts and paused to run my tongue in and around her navel.

I flicked the tip of my tongue across the top of her pussy, feeling her hips rise slightly towards me in anticipation. She parted her thighs and I slowly traced down her outer lips, gaining great pleasure from the way her body shuddered in response. She possessed a neat package, very little skin exposed beyond the obvious slit. I used my fingers to part her and found a dark pink, wet inner. Again I traced the tip of my tongue along her inner area, barely touching her but enough to elicit a low moan. I had to fight to keep my self-control, to avoid slamming my mouth against her.

Breaking contact, I moved between her legs, then returned to my work. I licked her several times from the bottom to the top. Each time I penetrated a little deeper until finally my lips were brushing her clit and beginning to close on her. Leah's breathing was ragged now, her stomach moving in small jerky movements. I knew that from the next room Faith; by now she would have been joined by Melinda; would have a clear view of the proceedings. We had anticipated that the couch was the obvious place when selecting the video camera's vantage point.

I clamped my mouth over her pussy, marvelling at the total lack of hair, then drove my tongue into her as far as I could. Leah let loose a loud yell and her hips bucked upwards off the couch and I was forced to hold her down to avoid losing oral contact with her. A second later she came, a thin squeal issuing from her throat. Her head had slipped off the couch arm and was pinned against it, her neck straining upwards, her face obscured by her hair. She had one hand on the back of my head, the other pinching her own nipple. Her stomach heaved as she came and I felt a torrent of wetness release against my mouth.