NOTE: Story is a little slow to start. If you're not interested in a little back story and are just looking for where the sexy stuff really kicks in I suggest you search for the "***".
Chasing Tail - René's Prudish Video
René Summers lie on her back in the middle of her bed; she'd been home from work for about three hours and was becoming restless. The sheets were white cotton with a blue lace trim, coordinated with the colours of her bedroom. '
This is going to ruin the sheets...
' she thought glaring uneasily at the camera in the corner. Its black lens appeared gaping and hungry in an almost perverted way. Maybe it was just that everything seemed perverted in her position? Still, she couldn't believe she'd made it this far. Two weeks of her life were spent preparing for this moment.
It was no secret that René's biggest flaw had always been vanity. She took pride in her scarlet hair which was beautifully styled into long, loose ringlets every day. She never ate sweets or junk food so as to maintain her figure and flawless, porcelain skin. In addition to this, she liked things neat and clean. Some would call it a compulsion; everything had to be just so, otherwise René would be seriously cross. These obsessive compulsive ways made for an intriguing personality. The girl was prim and proper but had difficulty getting others to accept her ways.
Yet, in spite of her pride (maybe her vanity got the best of her?) René had agreed to film amateur porn with her boyfriend. God forbid anyone call it that though. Oh no! René had been referring to it as 'Intimate Video.' since the subject had been brought up. As if she'd allow herself to stoop to the level of those contemptible porn stars. As a result of the pending agreement, René had spent the past two weeks in day spas receiving facials and waxes so every part of her body be smooth and unblemished for the camera.
'Where the devil is Kane? It's bad enough that I was hoodwinked into doing this, how could he have the audacity to keep me waiting?
' she smouldered. Her annoyance was merely a substitute for her fear. Clandestinely, René had been pondering the situation. Herself and Kane had never had any trouble in the bedroom, none that she was aware of anyway. They'd started going out when she was eighteen and had been together a year and a half. Admittedly, René didn't always hit 'The Big O.' when they made love but she'd never heard any complaints of a similar sort from Kane. Had their sex life become stale? Was that why he'd insisted they do this? To dupe her into being a whore? The notion disgusted her.
What on earth was wrong with slow, intimate sex? It was simple, mostly enjoyable and she always felt good about herself after. Oh, except the time he'd asked her to be a little more 'vocal'...that had dented her confidence slightly. A sudden rustling, followed by footsteps, occurred. '
Brilliant, he's on his way. Should I change? I bought this lingerie for the occasion but now I feel like a hooker.