*Entirely fictional, blah blah blah, you know the usual spiel. Just a short story, taking a break from the longer series that I am working on. Hope you enjoy! *
I patiently watched on through the monitor, a plastic tarp sheltered us from the lashing rain. The brutal onslaught from mother nature had been a constant throughout our shoot. Holly Willoughby had been braving the bad weather as we'd been filming. She was wrapped up in an oversized rain coat, hands clutching at a hot cup of coffee, leant in close and breathing in the familiar smell. We had decided to gather some landscape shots, seeing as we couldn't shoot with Holly in this god-awful downpour.
The buxom TV presenter flashed me a cute smile as she took a gentle sip of the coffee. Red lipstick painted over those beautiful, plump lips. Her cheeks defined and gorgeous as the smile creeped across her face.
"How much longer can we sit around here?" She asked.
Her husky tone rocked me.
"Well, there are only so many shots you can take of the rain." I chuckle. "If this continues, I'll have to call it a day."
"Shame." She sighs. "This place looked amazing in the sunny photos the location scout took."
I nod in agreement. This close, I get waves of her perfume wash over my nose. Intoxicating. I'd been working with Holly for some time now and my hunger for her had only grown. The rain did let up, turning into a drizzle, and before long we were left with a grey day. Holly stepped up, itching to get up out of her seat. Her assistant gladly took the huge rain coat. Underneath, revealing that famously curvaceous body. She wore a patterned short skirt that barely made it to her knees, a loose red blouse that was tucked in, the top button undone. Her shoulder length blonde hair styled in the early hours. The black boots had a slight heel, as she was helped onto her mark, I gawped, fixated by the beauty. The tight skirt accentuated her hips and ass and the blouse left little to the imagination.
"Ready?" She asks.
I tear myself away from her, looking back to the monitor.
"Yep. Okay -- and -- go!"
The crew fall silent and Holly began reading off her lines. The clouds break in the distance, pockets of light casting a dazzling glow on the fields that stretch out as far as the eye can see. With the experience Holly had, it took very few takes to get everything we needed, and within the hour I called it a wrap. A few of the crew cheered and everyone clapped, Holly offering a courteous bow in return. The outdoor shoots were now complete, all that was left was to head into the nearest town. The equipment was quickly disassembled and packed.
I headed to the next location with Holly and the assistant director, just to have a first look around before all the cameras arrived. The 4x4 handled the rugged terrain well, I watched Holly in the rear-view mirror as she bounced around the back, giggling as we went.
The smooth tarmac was a relief. It was early afternoon by the time we started to see civilisation again. During the ride, Holly had mostly been on her phone as I spoke with Jamal, the assistant director. In the aftermath of the rain storm, the town glowed with an exuberance in the afternoon light. The sky clear now of those miserable grey clouds, replaced with the yellow of the sun. The streets were narrow and cobbled. An old, luxurious manor sat in the centre of the town. We joked and poked fun at one another until we arrived, soaking up the fantastic architecture of the ancient town.
As we pulled up, an older gentleman who was well dressed greeted us. He gave us a swift tour of the grand estate and the manor at its centre. Jamal had taken quiet an interest, he was a stickler for history, so he accompanied the old gentleman, whilst I was left with Holly to continue snooping around the manor until the rest of the crew arrived. The grand staircase spiralled up. I followed behind Holly, watching her hips sway with each step. I traced her toned, smooth legs up, skirt barely covering up the intimate areas.
The landing stretched out far, with a seemingly endless amount of rooms. We peered our heads around doors, searching through the rooms, looking for the best places to shoot. Our idle chatter filled the hallway.
"This one looks good!" Holly waving for me to come and look.
The light paints a mesmerizing image with shadow through the warped glass in the window. An old, grand desk sits facing the door. A tall backed, red leather chair is tucked in. Empty cabinets and cupboards line the walls, with a large, regal looking man in a painting hung up.
"If we could fill these shelves with props, this'd be great. Holly Willougby, resident scout. Sally might lose her job." I smirk.
Holly giggles again, she strides over to the desk and bends over it, running her hands along the wood. Her ass is perfectly framed as she studies the things etched into the old oak wood. I am in awe. Blood begins frantically pumping through my body. The first beads of sweat build up on my brow. I can feel my cock begin to bulge in my jeans. Quickly I walk over to one of the cabinets, hurriedly chasing away the sexual thoughts, pretending to look for something.
"How long until the rest of the crew arrive?" She asks.
I continue to focus on the cupboard, glancing down at my watch.
