Lust
It had been a mistake, no, a calculated risk, which was a lie—a lie to herself. The risk had been part of the excitement, yet it was not so much a risk but more a certainty that James would use it against her. And yet, and yet, the wheel of her Mini hit a small rut, jarring Nina from her thoughts.
She let the car trundle to a halt. The woman Nina had been chatting to online had said this was the spot. There were three other cars, no five, two more through the bushes—a glint of sunlight on metallic paint.
She killed the engine, her mind drifting back to James. Older than Nina, late forties to her early thirties, a white man with a Buddha-like paunch to her slim, mixed-race heritage, but he had a sharp, quick mind and an interesting face, alive with amusement and devilment.
Nina craved devilment. Perhaps it was her sheltered upbringing, her religious faith, her work with her Church, yet always that constant beguiling need gnawing away deep inside her, a need she desperately tried to smother, to cast out.
Adjusting the rearview mirror, Nina checked her appearance. Long dark hair framed a striking oval face; soft brown eyes stared back at her, then there was the false lashes, the painted lips, a 'trashy look' her mother would say. Nina hoped so.
She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing out wrinkles in her tight t-shirt, long brown limbs showing under her short pale yellow skirt. Was the bra a mistake? Probably. Just like chatting to James had been a mistake, but his way with words, his sardonic turn of phrase had amused and delighted her. The sex chat wasn't crude and monotonous. Nina had indulged a few men initially with a quick acquiescence to their needs, getting a brief thrill from doing so, a thrill that quickly faded.
James had taken time with her, groomed her almost, but she had been more than willing and eager to dance with him online. The gentle tease, allowing herself to confess the confusing mix of fantasies in her head, elaborate games centred on being controlled, hapless to prevent the things being done to her, yet secretly willing them to be done.
Honestly, she was a textbook case of repressed female sexuality, Nina thought to herself. For James, it had been all too easy. The excitement from exposing her breasts to him while keeping her face masked, then the revelation that he had invited friends to see her breasts. Nina still treasured that moment; it had taken her breath away as she swayed in front of the web camera, teasing her hard, dark nipples for them. It was the first time she orgasmed from solely touching her breasts. Nina still felt the soul shredding echo of that moment.
From that point on, Nina was addicted to her sessions with James, and to feed her addiction, she needed to do more to please him and, by extension, herself.
A sudden movement jolted her out of her daydreams. Her mother's scolding voice came to her. 'Nina, you're such a dreamer. No good ever came of dreams!'
Two men were coming over. Where was the woman, Teya, she had been talking with? Nina had assumed she would meet her first, introductions would be made. Yes, and maybe tea and cakes would be served. She chastised herself for her naivety.
Thirties, Nina judged. Jeans, short jackets, rough-looking, or maybe that was just her nerves or prejudice. The lead man was smiling at her. Automatically she smiled back, then berated herself. Why did she smile? What should she do now? Drive off would have been sensible, but James had by now recorded her face and the nasty things she had done and said. He casually mentioned dropping an audio recording onto her Church group social media group. The thought made her stomach fall through the floor. She was being made to do this. She was at his mercy, his plaything. She shivered, part fear, part excitement at this blackmail.
Smiling man seemed to be indicating she should open her window. Nina pressed the button. Cool air and sounds invading her safe space.
"Hi," the smiling man said. "I'm Dave, this is Doug." The second, more surly looking man nodded abruptly. His gaze was naked and invasive. It burned through her.
"Nina," she eventually said.
"Pleased to meet you, Nina. Can we help you? Are you lost?" Dave was offering her a way out.
"Yes, no, I'm not lost. I talked to Teya online, and she mentioned this spot, and if I was interested, I should pop along, so I am. Popping, that is." Nina was conscious she was on the verge of babbling.
Both men visibly relaxed, interest levels rising. "Teya, yeah, we know her. She's in the car behind the bushes," said Dave, his grin speaking volumes.
"Oh, is she busy?" Nina could have kicked herself for such a stupid question.
"I guess you could say that," replied Dave, both men now laughing.
Nina flushed.
"Sorry, we're not trying to make you feel uncomfortable. I can tell Teya you are here if you want; it's just she's a bit occupied."
"Literally," interjected Doug.
This time, Nina smiled. Her nerves were starting to settle.
"So, you just curious, interested to see what happens here?" Dave continued.
"Yes, I guess," except James had told her she had to make at least one man cum, or else. Would he, though? Once James used his leverage, it was gone. Nina didn't feel confident enough to test this theory.
"Well, we're happy to chat," smiled Dave. Both men were closer, knowing why she was here binding the three as co-conspirators.
"Are you sure about that?" Nina smiled with a hint of coyness.
"Well, I'll be lying if I wasn't keen to do something other than chat, but it's cool here. Everyone respects everyone else, and everyone is happy."
"And satisfied," Doug chipped in again.
"Tell me a bit about yourself. Husband, boyfriend?" Dave continued.
Nina shook her head. "Not currently."
"Exploring your freedom. Makes sense."
Exploring myself as well. Who is Nina? What is Nina? Why in the name of the good Lord are you here, Nina? "Yes, something like that."
Dave was now leaning against the car, hands in pockets, looking at her cleavage. And her legs. She knew she had good legs. She enjoyed his appreciation. Doug was even more obvious in his interest.
There was a small silence. Nina wondered what she should do next. She debated whether to hitch her skirt up a bit, figuring it would need her to make the first move. As soon as the idea formed, she wriggled in the seat, her skirt riding higher, a brief flash of white cotton panties. She glanced up at Dave, whose eyes were fixed on her lap.
"Nice," he commented, hands still in pockets.
"What was?" Nina asked innocently.
By way of answer, Dave reached in and pushed her skirt back, exposing her panties. "What you think, Doug?"
"Very sexy, she has great legs and tits." Doug's enthusiasm was raw.
