I had always enjoyed playing dress-up. Posing like a model was a blast. The first was a side view, bent over the at the waist, skirt thrown up. Snap! Flash! Careful not to expose my precious jewels, I sat on my knees facing the camera, bending forward to show deep cleavage. Each new pose earned admiration. More pictures, different looks: innocent pout, seductive 'Ooh La La' and surprised 'O'. I managed to leave the best to imagination.
I couldn't take my mind off his cock attention. He dodged away when I lunged toward to shout, "put that thing away before you get hurt." Feet became tangled as we fell onto the shadowed floor laughing. Nick finally rolled over, pulled off his regalia; lifted the chest lid and shoved the get-up inside.
My first question to Nick was "now that you have these pictures, will you erase the ones I sent you by mistake? I don't want my Nick to see that you both have them."
Normally a man of few words. his reply surprised me: "OK, fair deal. Those images are etched in my brain. You have no idea how much I enjoyed them. I'm surprised you didn't find the evidence. Vanessa, I will especially cherish the one's we took today because they are meant for me" In the dark I could almost see his smile. "Besides, a picture is only a mirror double", he mused -- "real is real -- flesh is flesh."
Before he could explain himself, I became aware that Nick straightened to attention. We both stood stock still to listen and heard voices outside. When the conversation grew louder as strangers came nearer, we knew we had to act. 'Quick, hide,' came a psychic simultaneous thought. Each gathered our sweats, socks, and shoes. The closest place to disappear was an adjacent tall cabinet. An empty vertical space was revealed as we pulled and swung it open. Bundles were thrown ahead, and we jumped barely in time. The magnetic latch snapped just as sunlight spilled in like a huge flashlight. People strolled through the open space. Fortunately, they could see nothing among the maze of discarded items. Packed tight,
Quick thinking saved us from discovery, but we were packed tight inside the space as we dropped our clothes to make room. Nick planted himself into the corner, thrusting one arm across my body, while the other tried to fasten to my hip. Naked skin and round curves offered nothing for him to gain purchase. He desperately clutched the corset but was losing his grip.
I grasped a clothes hook on the door with both hands to pull the door shut. If I let go, we would spill out into the room like an overturned bowel of apples. At 5 foot 2 inches tall, I needed a boost. Lifting me, pushing our clothes under my feet, he let me down slowly to be stable.
His wrist nestled in the valley between sloping hills, but I felt myself sliding away .Lifting me using the arm under my breasts did the trick, I was now seated on his hand, palm up and facing forward, fingers forming a 'V', two on each side on my Camel Toe. My body's back and forth swaying due to precarious balance was arrested with a firm grip and barely perceptible squeezing of my hairless pubes. Excitement and fear produced liquid to the touch as my exposed silky-smooth glided easily.
My panic washed away with the steady cadence of clinch and caress Then it started and stopped, I do not know, but the strokes continued for a long time, 'We shouldn't be doing this, but it has to be over soon', whispered my inner voice. While you my brother may have misconstrued the motion, you knew what you were doing. Resigning myself to the moment, I could no longer resist. My vulva opened like a flower.
Lubrication leaked as encouragement. Pushing a rigid middle finger in, he then easily added the ring finger. Those two inside fingers alternated between sawing in an out, while outer fingers squeezed and released. When he pushed back the hood to expose my clit, I flinched to signal my sex was not ready for direct contact. As his thumb circled in an ever-smaller radius, he raised the other arm under my breasts to improve balance. The corset scraped and tugged on already elongated hard nipples as my whole body became sensitive to the slightest movement.
The spell was momentarily disrupted by a sudden shift of position. His hand slipped from the growing dampness and I almost fell. He responded quickly by changing hands, drawing me closer with his other arm and rotating slightly. A deep thrust came from the front focused on the soft inside pad, digits now flexed in a "come here' motion. My response resumed, stronger this time as opposite thumb closed in to make full contact with my pearl.
Helpless to do anything, I bit my lip to remain soundless. The slightest noise would betray us. Panting, tasting sweaty tears; the mixture of terror and phrenzy was overpowering. 'Do not stop; do it like that' my brain demanded silently, 'close ... closer ...now!' A rumble rose from the deep, spread pleasure out, and baked delicate skin all the way to the underside of my face.
There was no mistaking that Nick had done everything he knew, pulling out all the stops. All fixated on one goal, forcing me climax to his touch, as if to say "'can your jock rocket blast you off like me?' Reality was setting in, interrupting that train of thought. He was now straining to hold on, tired arms shaking, but he did not relinquish control. How long would this go on?
Vacuum noises grew louder, with a grinding noise presumably from contacting the underside of the wood cabinet. I sent out my plea: 'please go away from our private place.' The unaware cleaning crew did not hear the request and took their sweet time. I was exhausted, hands hanging from the hook while my body surrendered full weight to Nick's sturdy arms. He was strong, but how strong. How long could he hold me?
Finally, the damn vacuum was turned off. The only noises were chairs sliding, cleaning tools bumping objects and steps of people walking away. We waited a few minutes before taking a brief peek. The lights were off; the intruders were gone.
Now that the cleaning crew was dispatched, I threw on the running outfit to cover my sweaty body and marched to the car. Taking long strides, I covered the distance quickly, oblivious to the wind blowing vertical rain. I couldn't control the temper welling up , giving me an adrenaline rush. All I could do was stand by the car door, my reflection in the glass revealed crossed arms, tight lips, and a reddening face. I would refuse to establish eye contact. I WAS PISSED!
