I watched in subdued silence as Jim got into his car and waved as he drove off, my breathing still ragged, wearing my enigmatic smile and hugging my partner Peter with delight. I had finally convinced myself that I should never allow feelings of personal insecurity to prevent me from willfully exposing myself to strange men again. My body still tingled with the excitement I had felt, in knowing that my I had been shown off so thoroughly. The bystanders were wandering away from us now but I had been well aware of their guilt-ridden but spellbound glances in my direction while I had been embracing Jim. Contrary to my earlier expectations, their interest only encouraged me to be even more passionate and had lowered my inhibitions yet another notch. 'Accidental' exposure had thrilled me a lot more than I ever thought it would.
Although my moral position about sexual loyalty had recently altered as well, I was, none the less, concerned by the possibility of being directed to have intimate relations with yet another man by someone that I had yet to meet.
"What about you, darling?" I prompted.
"Huh!"
"Do you think you could just jump into bed with almost anybody without being physically attracted to them, in some way, first?"
"It might be fun to find out." He grinned wolfishly. "I'm sure that we'll manage somehow, though."
It was the first time that we had been alone with one and other since Jim arrived yesterday evening and I was able to share my doubts with Peter at last. I was slightly irritated by his dismissive attitude.
"I always assumed that we would just get together again, same as last night." I began haltingly, hoping that he might be persuaded to listen to reason. "We don't even know any of these other people that work there." I argued. "We might not even like them, let alone?" My voice trailed away as I scanned his face for some form of empathy.
"I imagine that we will get the chance to meet our prospective partners first." He interrupted, before I could speak again. "We should be able to discuss what we'll be doing before things get around to that stage." Peter wryly mused. "We saw most of their group at the beach, remember? Jim told me that he's never had any problems." He grinned suddenly. "We'll just have to play it by ear when we get there. It depends on the type of sex scenes that Arnold wants to get on film, according to Jim. He's faxing me some scripts for tonight, later on."
"What! Like a play, you mean?" I giggled.
"Exactly the same as the movies. The only difference is that we will be getting paid to enjoy ourselves, this time, as far I can see. Just think about it as another learning experience?"
"Alright! If you're really sure?" I cautioned.
The matter was certainly settled in his mind, for now. Peter glanced at his watch as he held the car door open for me. I realised that he was keen to get going. I made a playful show of lifting my skirt as I seated myself, but was mildly disappointed when Peter didn't take the opportunity to fondle me. He normally would have, especially with the latest arrival in the car-park, a well dressed businessman, still in his driver's seat nearby. He loved to shock people like that, whilst demonstrating his affection for me, even though it normally made me a little uncomfortable. Today, I would have welcomed it though. Smiling briefly at the man in the car next door to us, I watched Peter as he strolled slowly around the front of our car to get in the driver's side. He looked pre-occupied, with a neutral, disinterested look on his face. Was he upset with me, for making my desire to make love to Jim again so obvious, earlier on? I reflected. No!----How could he be? I had surely performed beyond his wildest dreams, for all of the previous night and right up until just a few minutes earlier.
Peter smiled disarmingly while he settled into the driver's seat and spoke casually.
"Sally should be around at the house shortly. She's coming over for lunch later on, isn't she?
"Oh yes!" I turned to face him, relieved that his mood was back to normal. "Harry has to finish up a few shots this afternoon before we go away for the weekend." I gushed. "We've got time to do a bit of shopping on the way home if you like? I suggested hopefully.
"Of course! Rebecca will be with her as well, won't she?"
Peter, who had an unusually inquisitive look on his face, ignored my shopping suggestion at first.
"You girls will be able to amuse yourselves before lunch if you want?" He wagged his eyebrows with a cheeky grin forming on his face. "What do you say?" The wolf was back with a vengeance. "You won't get too jealous if I try my luck with Rebecca?"
My heart sank, like a stone, initially. There was little doubt about what Peter was really suggesting. If he was hoping to upset me, it wasn't going to work this time. I immediately conceded, catching him off-guard.
"I guess I owe you that, darling." I giggled and nodded my head meaningfully. "It ought to be fun."
The thought of having it off with Sally didn't intimidate me quite as much as it might have. I remembered the intense feelings I had, when we touched each other intimately, in our pool. There was the unspoken promise of further delights, had we been alone together, that I had intended to pursue the next time the opportunity presented itself. I wanted that chance, deep down. Later, I remembered fondly, whilst posing for Harry, she had excited my imagination to the point where I had very nearly surrendered my weakening self control. It caused me to wonder how far I might have gone if Harry had not been there that day.
