I pose for explicit shots, get carried away and play with my cunt.
Him.
Between being as nervous as I had ever been, and turned on almost beyond belief, the fuck on the back seat of the car was incredible. I had pretty much rejected your suggestion until I looked across at you and saw that your skirt was around your hips, your legs were open, and you were running your fingertips up and down your lovely thighs. That was the clincher, and mentally saying, 'fuck it,' I turned into a small car park on the edge of Harewood Moor. I pulled over to the far corner and parked under some overhanging trees. I positioned the car facing the entrance to the car park on the assumption and fervid hope that if any other car entered, I'd see the lights and we'd be able to get decent before it being found out that what we were doing was anything but that.
Leaning across the central console, I put my arm around your shoulders, pulled you towards me and kissed you greedily on the mouth. Sliding my hand inside your open top I cupped your tit and pinched your nipple. When I felt your hand fumbling in my jeans and getting hold of my erection, I felt so fucking aroused I momentarily wondered, fancifully perhaps, if I might cum in your hand.
I didn't, and instead we got into the back of the car. It was so dark I could hardly see anything let alone you, so I got back into the front and fiddled around with the dashboard controls which gave us just enough light to see each other. Getting into the back again I was amazed and thrilled but also worried when I saw that you were naked. Your blouse and skirt were draped over the front seat and all you had on were your strappy heels. You looked amazing, but it worried me how you'd cover up if any cars came in. That worry, although still there, seemed to go away a bit when you stretched both arms out towards me and said,
"Hurry up and fuck me please grandad."
Her.
I didn't know what had got into me, what was happening to me and what I was really after. I felt so incredibly horny, but worryingly, that was combined with a feeling of being carefree and brave. It didn't seem to worry me that we could get caught and I felt that we could do whatever we wanted. I felt as I had when I'd been stoned a couple of times after too many spliffs. Then, it had been understandable as my mind was being manipulated by the dope, whereas now my mind was clean, and it and my body were being driven by something else and that could only be sex. The posing for Max had triggered something that I didn't really understand. However, I did know that was at the root of what I was doing now and how I was acting. Yes, exposing my body to strangers as they photographed me had aroused me to such a point that at the first opportunity I had, I was asking my boyfriend to fuck me. And not just fuck me in a bed. Not just wait the few minutes more until we would get to a bed. No, I wanted more than just a fuck. I wanted that fuck to be in a risky situation. That would make it more satisfying for me and more memorable for him, for James, for you, my now longer-term lover.
And that's why I was now sitting naked on the cold leather of the back seat of your car saying to you that I wanted to be fucked.
Having already unzipped you and fondled your erection it was easy for you to get into me. Pushing me back into the corner of the big seat, you rolled on top of me and we kissed. I opened my legs so you could squirm between them and the head of your cock found the wet warmness of the lips of my pussy.
"Go on James, go on, do it, do me baby, please."
Him.
I don't think I had ever been with a woman who was as seemingly up for being fucked as you were. It was wonderful and made me feel so wanted, and just as importantly, if not more so, young and vibrant. My earlier concerns about the risk of being caught, though still worrying me, seemed to dissipate a little and I helped you struggle my cock out of my underpants and jeans and push them down. However, when I thought about it later the concerns hadn't really reduced, they had just been overwhelmed by my desire to do as you wanted and that was for us to fuck in a risky place just as we had in my back garden a few weeks ago.
And then I was in you and we were fucking. As usual you played your full part in the fuck by finding and matching my rhythm, using your internal muscles to make yourself even tighter than your natural youthfulness provided and roaming your hands all over my body with your focus recently and awesomely being on my ass.
Maybe because of my sheer level of lust for you or because of where we were doing it, we were both quite quickly moving towards our climaxes.
"Oh God you bastard you've done me," you groaned into my ear.
"Good that's what you wanted isn't it?"
"Yes, and so badly," you replied pushing yourself firmer onto my cock. It felt as if I was so far up you, so deeply buried in you, almost as if my cock would come out of your mouth.
"Ready Jayne, are you?"
"Yes, very, let it go James, fill me up," you almost screamed.
Her.
"Oh, there's a call from Max," I told you as I dressed and checked my phone which had been switched off. "He's left a message." I was about to play it but then thought I had better not, in case he said something that I didn't want you to hear, not that I could think what that might be. I guess I was feeling guilty about how he and the posing had made me feel and what it had prompted me to do.
"Here," you said reaching into the back of the car from the driver's seat and holding out my knickers.
"Oh thanks," I said taking them and stuffing them into my bag along with my bra.
"What's from Max?"
"I haven't listened, I'll do it later."
"Don't you think you should do it now? It might be important."
"Okay then," I said as you started up the car. "I'll stay in the back and feel like I am being chauffeured," I went on, pressing the play button. Then we listened to Max's dulcet tones.
"Hi Jayne. Thanks for this evening. You were great, and as I said, you're a natural. I've looked at the shots and they're fantastic. Look, I have a group lined up for tomorrow evening and the model's a bit unreliable so I am thinking of dropping her if you'd like to take her place. I have twelve booked so far but if you, a new, fresh model takes her place I am pretty sure that would go up by at least five or six and could be as many as twenty, so it should be a nice little earner. Give me a call love and let me know. Again, many thanks for this evening and hopefully, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Wow you must have impressed him, what did you do?" you asked.
"Nothing just flashed my tits for him," I replied as nonchalantly as I could.
"Going to do it?"
"What do you reckon, should I?"
"Can't help you there Jay, but if there are twenty there you could get three hundred quid, and it's all tax free."
So, of course I said yes when I called him back after we got home.
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"OK Marie, they're all here, you ready to go?" Max asked me as, after a rather cursory tap on the door and without waiting, he came into the small changing room the next evening.
"Yep, I'm ok," I replied sounding, I hoped, rather more confident than I felt.