Summer By The Sea Again

This is the third story in a series describing Adam's first sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity. I recommend reading them in order.

Chronologically, most of this series comes before "Adam in Asia", but it doesn't matter which one you read first.

All participants are 18 or over.

Prologue

My name is Adam; I am 19 years old and have just finished school. I live in South London with my mother.

Summer by the sea, again

When I got back from filming in France, I was exhausted. It had been three intense weeks on set, and coming straight after my final exams, I needed to rest.

"Why don't you come down to Brighton with me?" Mum asked. "You can sleep as much as you want, and I promise that Aunt Helen won't chase you out of the house like last summer."

It was an attractive prospect. We had stayed with her old friend Helen the year before when Mum was teaching on a course at the university. I had not wanted to go but had ended up having a great time. I agreed, so a couple of days later, we were headed down the A23.

It was great to see Aunt Helen and Jennie again. Even Maggie, Jennie's little sister, did not seem as annoying as the year before, at least until she was reminded that they would be sharing her room on my account.

The previous year, I had shared Jennie's room with her, so this year seemed like a downgrade. Fair enough; I couldn't just turn up and expect to sleep with her again. But perhaps, like before, she would join me in the dark of the night.

Jennie came with me when I took my bag upstairs to her room, where I would be sleeping.

"Sorry to be kicking you out again," I offered.

"Perhaps you can't get rid of me that easily," she teased in return. "I might need some more of your bedtime stories. Do you have any new ones to tell?"

The previous summer, when we had been sharing her bed, we got into the habit of telling each other about our various sexual adventures. We weren't a couple, more like friends with benefits, so we were free to play with others, although it is fair to say that I got more action than Jennie did. Still, hearing about them turned her on and led, inevitably, to sex.

"I might have one or two for you."

She grinned, "Oh good, I'll get my stuff from Maggie's room".

And so it was that we started sharing her bed again, just like that. This time we didn't try to hide it. At dinner, Jennie announced that "Adam and I will be sharing again."

"OK," said my mother.

"Just be careful," said hers.

"Great, I get my room to myself," said Maggie.

Later, when we headed upstairs to bed, we got ready as if we were in an established relationship. In a way, we were, but we hadn't slept together, even seen each other, for nearly a year. I guess we were just comfortable together.

Normally, I sleep naked, but that night I opted for a t-shirt and boxers. Jennie had opted to wear a long shirt with panties beneath. We snuggled up in bed.

"So, tell me all the naughty things you have been up to over the last year.

"But make sure they are true, I don't want any fairytales," she cautioned.

"There are quite a few, all related to the film, but let's start with the first."

I told her about my trip to Paris with Diana, the casting agent. How we had slept together and about her performance at a strip club. I could tell that Jennie was getting turned on as her hand slipped under her shirt and into her undies. When I got to the bit about the private dance her other hand sought out my cock. The story petered out - there wasn't much more to tell - as we shed our bedclothes and lust engulfed us.

~

The next morning, during the chaos of breakfast, there was a phone call for me. It was Frances, the mother of one of Jennie's friends, who ran a small photography business.

"I hear you are back in town for a few weeks. Would you be interested in helping me again?"

"Sure, but I won't be around as long this time."

"I understand. How about I pick you up in an hour or so? Then we can sort out the details."

I had been hoping to reconnect with Jennie, but that would obviously have to wait.

Frances took me back to her house, where she had a studio in what had been built as a 'granny annexe'. Over coffee, we discussed which of her upcoming shoots she wanted help with, but I had the sense that there was something else she wanted to talk about.

"Do you remember Pam, whom you helped me photograph last year? You know, the boudoir set that went a bit further than planned."

"You mean the one where I ended up fucking her and you kept shooting?" I asked, deadpan.

Frances blushed. "Yes, that one. Well, I assumed she would only show her husband the ones of her, but she shared the shots with you too."

"You mean he knows I fucked his wife? Is he angry? Does he know who I am?"

"Calm down," she laughed. "He's quite the opposite of angry.

"He wants you and Pam to do another shoot, but this time with him watching. I'll split the fee, like last time, but they are offering twice the usual rate, so it will be a few hundred pounds.

"What do you think?"

I was flabbergasted.

"Let me think," I said. Frances sat patiently while I assembled my thoughts.

I was being offered money to fuck someone. Of course, that was sort of what had happened with Jacqueline in France, but this was different somehow.

"You said he wanted to 'be there', does that mean he just wants to watch, or is he expecting to take part? Is he expecting to do something with me? Or vice versa? I am not willing to do it if he's physically involved."

"I took 'be there' to mean just watch, but it is ambiguous. Let me clarify that with them. Does this mean you'll do it as long as he stays watching?"

"Yes, as long as you keep my face out of shot, like before."

"No problem. Could you do next Monday?"

I nodded. What had I gotten myself into?

"There's another thing you could help me with. I have been asked to do a boudoir shoot for a young woman. It is sort of a hen party thing, so her friends want to spice it up a bit by having a male model for some of the shots. What do you think?"

"Just modelling or are you pimping me out again?"

Frances winced, "Ouch, guess I deserve that. Just modelling."

She told me the date, a Friday, a couple of weeks away.

"OK, I can do that. Anything else?"

"Nope, how about a dip?" she asked.

It was a hot day, so the pool in the garden was looking very appealing.

"How about afterwards?" I replied, stepping close to her.

Frances cocked her head, "after what?"

Then she got my meaning, opening her mouth as I leaned down to kiss her. We had been lovers the previous summer. She wasn't my first - that had been Jennie - but she had been my first older woman.

Back then I did not know the term MILF, if I had I would have used it about Frances. Mid-40s, quite tall, with light brown hair streaked with highlights. In her youth, she would have been willowy like Imogen, her daughter, but motherhood and middle age had added a few curves here and there.

Clothes quickly discarded, our hands explored familiar shapes and crevices. I leant back against the arm of the big red sofa as Frances sunk to her knees exploring my now stiff dick with her hands and mouth. We swapped around so that I could go down on her. Mouth on her labia, tongue teasing their ridges and folds, fingers gently penetrating her vagina. She quivered against me as I brought her to orgasm, moisture flooding her passage.

Ready for the next step, she pushed me away, spread a towel across the arm of the sofa and bent forward. It was obvious what she wanted, and I was happy to oblige, easily ramming my cock all the way in, balls slapping against her thighs. Gripping her hips, I quickly increased my speed.

I was learning that this was one of my favourite positions, consequently, I came quite quickly, moaning as I did. Frances wasn't quite there yet, so I kept stroking in and out, revelling in the sticky mess of cum that slurped around my cock, until she did.

"Now it's time for the pool," I said, and we wandered outside.

In bed that evening, I told Jennie what Frances was proposing. Her face was a picture.

"Wow, so you are going to be a gigolo!" she giggled.

"I hadn't thought of it that way," I mumbled, "maybe I should cancel."

"Nah, go for it. You'll earn some money and have a story to tell me, you might even have fun!"

"How about you tell me about your adventures," I suggested.

Jennie thought for a moment, "There's nothing to compare to your story. I have been out with a few boys from school. They were either jerks or too shy to start anything. Imogen and I took one to the nude beach, which was a disaster.

"We stripped off, but he refused, and then he came in his pants!

"Imogen and I have been making out. Being with a girl, at least with her, is so different. But I don't think I can give these up..." she said as she reached for my cock.

~

The next day, Frances called to say that she had confirmed the ground rules with Pam and Jerry, so the shoot was on. Over the next few days, I helped her with several shoots, mostly animals: cats, dogs, and horses. There was also one day of product shots for a local company. Nothing exciting, but I liked learning more about photography, and she was happy to teach me.

Most days we ended up fucking. Sometimes in the pool or by it, sometimes inside. Ron, her husband, was on a business trip, and Imogen, her daughter, was away with friends, so the house was otherwise deserted. I think Frances was glad of my company; the sex was good too.

~

Each evening, I told Jennie what we had been up to.

"Does it bother you that she is older?" she asked one evening.

"No, not at all. Obviously, her body is not the same as a younger woman's, which some guys would find a turn-off, but I don't. Plus, she has experience, she knows what she likes and how to please a man.

Neither of us are looking for a relationship; it's just for pleasure.

"Perhaps you should try somebody older yourself. Imogen's Dad would probably be interested. We could have a foursome!"

I expected Jennie to reject the idea immediately. To my surprise, she seemed to be considering it.

"Imogen's my best friend, so I don't think I could do anything with her Dad. But you might be right about trying somebody older.

"Now fuck me!" she demanded.

~

On Monday, Frances was busy with preparations, so I took the bus to her studio. Entering through the side door, I bumped into a petite young woman with long dark hair.

"Oh, hi, you must be Adam. I'm Joanna."

We shook hands. I had forgotten that Frances usually had a makeup artist present for a boudoir shoot. Would she be watching me perform, too?

"Pam is almost ready; do you want me to do any work on you?"

I declined and went to find Frances, who was in the main studio area adjusting lights. After a quick hug, she introduced me to Pam's husband, Pete. Shaking hands with a man whose wife I was about to screw, with him watching, is high on my list of strange things to be doing.

"Time to get ready, Adam," Frances instructed, "there's a robe in the dressing room; please wear that to start."

Pam was in the dressing room, with Joanna fussing over her hair. I greeted her and she gave me a warm smile.

"Thank you for doing this for us, Pete and I are so excited."

"Last time was so spontaneous, I hope I can live up to your expectations."

"If it is half as good as last time, it will be great." She assured me.

Unlike Frances I would not call Pam a MILF. She was quite heavy, with sagging boobs. I was worried about getting hard, but as I stripped off, I could feel my cock stiffen. Pam had noticed too; I caught her staring at me in the mirror.

I slipped on my robe. "See you in the studio."

I chatted to Pete as we waited for Pam.

"Have you done this before?" he asked.

"No, apart from the previous time with Pam, and that wasn't planned. It was meant as a bit of a joke, but it got out of hand," I explained.

"That's what she said, but we loved it. It was such a turn-on seeing her with another guy.

"We had talked about doing that, but never acted on it until now."

Pam came into the studio, followed by Joanna.

Frances started with some conventional boudoir poses, carefully instructing Pam what to do and where to look. Occasionally, she would guide her into position manually. She had taken these kinds of shots the previous year, so I suspect the idea was to get Pam and me warmed up for what was to come.

When she beckoned me over, I was more than ready. Although I wasn't attracted to Pam the idea of screwing somebody with others watching was a huge turn-on.

We began with a blowjob; Frances crouched nearby for a close-up. Pam was keen to work my cock, but we had to keep freezing in position so that the focus was sharp. It was both frustrating and tantalising.

I glanced over to see both Joanna and Pete staring in rapt attention.

Next were some shots of me going down on Pam. For these, I wore a mask so that I could not be recognised. This wasn't a great position for photographs, so we soon moved on to a series of me touching Pam - boobs, cunt, etc. - for which I kept the mask on, just in case.

Finally, it was time to fuck. If that is the word for the slow torture that Frances put us through. Penetrate, hold! Thrust, hold! Pull back, hold! In the days of film cameras, you didn't want too many expensive shots to process, out-of-focus shots. I was desperate for her to finish shooting so that Pam and I could let go and satisfy each other.

A call from across the room interrupted things. Pete was gesturing for Frances to come over to talk to him. He looked ridiculous with his trousers around his ankles, but the conversation seemed serious. Then she came over to me.

"Adam, they have a request. Would you consider doing a DP scene?"

"What's that?" I asked.

"Double penetration. Two cocks, one in the cunt and another in the arse.

"They'll pay double, but it's up to you."

"Shit, that's unexpected. Let me think a moment."

She nodded, "Sure, take your time."

I paused, my dick still buried in Pam's cunt. It was a surreal situation.

"OK," I said, "but if he starts touching me, it's off."

"Thank you," said Pam, "don't worry. He's really not interested in guys."

My agreement triggered a flurry of discussion about position, angles, and who should be where. Decisions made, Frances started posing us.

Pete, now fully naked, would be on the bottom, his prick in Pam's arse. I was to stand between their legs, my cock in her cunt. It took a while to get them ready, and then I took my position.

My thoughts were in turmoil. On one hand, I wasn't keen on Pam or Pete, but doing this on film was exciting.

Slowly, I penetrated Pam again, pausing every time Frances asked. She circled around us, shooting from different angles. It was weird to be so close to a naked man, to smell him, to feel his legs and balls against mine, especially to feel his cock through the wall of tissue separating Pam's arse and cunt.

And then Frances was done. She nodded to me, "OK".

I let go, starting to thrust in and out, faster and faster. Pam moaning beneath me. She came quickly, and it didn't take long for me to follow, the situation too stimulating.

Once spent, I withdrew. Watching Pam and Pete gently separate, gazing lovingly at each other.

Joanna passed me a towel. "That was hot," she said in a quiet, husky voice.

Frances smiled, "Well done."

She indicated the couple on the couch, "Go and grab a shower before the lovebirds recover."

~

Jennie gasped when I told her what had happened.

"Oh my god! Do people really do that? Did you

really

do that?"

"Apparently, they do. I had never heard of DP before. Frances had to explain it."

"Not sure I want a dick up my arse," she shook her head. "I like it when you touch me there, but shoving something in, eugh!"

I laughed, "Don't worry, I won't do anything like that without your permission. All I can say is that Pam seemed to enjoy it a lot."

With that, we got down to sex in a more conventional position.

~

It was the day of the boudoir shoot. I arrived early so that I would not be seen before the moment of surprise. Frances approved my outfit - jeans and an oversized white shirt - whilst Joanna fussed about giving me a sort of bouffant hairstyle. Then I retreated to the main house, where I would wait until I got a signal to come to the studio.

Imogen was at home, so we chatted about how our summers had been so far and if we were confident about our exam results, which were due the next week. She was also taking the piss by calling me a gigolo; Jennie must have shared that with her.

When Joanna came to collect me, she had a big grin on her face. "You are going to have your hands full with that lot."

"What do you mean?"

"All four of them want shots taken, so it's going to take forever, and they've been drinking already. I think they will all want shots with you," she winked, "perhaps more."

Imogen laughed, and I groaned as we headed to the granny annexe where Frances worked.

I hung back whilst Joanna glanced into the main room. Over her shoulder, I could see three young women in a motley collection of underwear, negligees, and robes. All were holding wine glasses. One of them spotted us and came over.

"Hi, my name is Ramona, nice to meet you," she held out her hand to shake mine. I detected a hint of an accent, American or perhaps Canadian.

"I'm the chief bridesmaid and I organised all of this. You look great like that, but are you cool about getting a bit more, er, in the mood?"

I assured her that I was.

"Great, we're not quite ready for you yet. Naomi still has her panties on; I will fetch you once she is naked. She is going to freak out!"

I stayed out of sight, listening to Frances give instructions and Ramona and her companions laugh and shout encouragement.

Finally, there was a round of applause, and Ramona gestured for me to come into the room.

The young woman standing naked in front of Frances' camera gave a shriek of alarm, reaching for a robe beside her.

"Now Naomi, there's no need to panic," it was Ramona, "we thought we would make today a bit more exciting."

"I said 'no strippers'," Naomi groaned.

"He's not a stripper, he's a model. And it's OK if you don't want to be photographed with him, but we will."

There were hoots of excitement from the other two women. Joanna was right, they were going to be a handful.

Naomi clearly wasn't convinced yet.

Frances chipped in, "It's entirely up to you. No poses you aren't comfortable with, and we can start with one of the others first."

Naomi nodded, "Let's do that."

Ramona went first. She was keen to get shooting with me straight away. We began with us standing, her half-turned towards the camera, draping herself across me. I was still fully dressed, she in a dark-grey bra and panties.

Ramona wasn't shy. Her hands roamed freely across my body, slipping one inside my shirt, then undoing the button on my jeans and reaching inside. She was a natural; Frances hardly had to direct her. This was going to be a hot set.

She slipped off her bra, freeing her substantial boobs, which she happily pressed against me. One hand returned to my waist, lowering the zip, then working inside my pants, touching my penis for the first time. She was brazen.

Her friends cheered her on.

Ramona stretched up to kiss me. Tongue enthusiastically seeking mine.

Next, her panties and my shirt came off. Ramona turned to face the camera. I slipped my hands around her, one covering her breasts, the other protecting her vagina. I felt pubic hairs tickling against my palm. Frances kept shooting.