He slammed
her hard up against the wall. His forearm was pressed across her throat tilting
her head back so far that she thought her neck would snap. His big hairy hand
groped her left breast as she struggled to get free.
“Awww, come
on Jody you know you like it,” He whispered, his fetid breath offensive to her
nose.
“If you don’t
fuck off mate, I'm gunna rip your balls off and shove them so far up your arse
the lumps at the side of your neck won’t be your tonsils!” She spat at him.
“CUT! What
the hell are you two playing at? This scene is taking forever to wrap! Now for
fuck sake, stop messing about and get on with it!” Yelled the director.
“Rick the
prick,” muttered Jody under her breath. He may be a good stunt man but as far
as being a human being went he was a shocker, seriously mentally challenged in
Jody’s opinion. She resumed her position and waited for the stunt scene to
start again.
Filming on
location was always wearisome. Moving in and out of hotels and living out of a
suitcase for weeks on end was not much fun either at times but Jody loved her
job and it did give her the chance to see new places like Perth. It was a shame
she had to put up with assholes like Rick. He thought that because he was nice
to look at that all the women would find him irresistible. His body was well
developed because of the work that he did and he was physically very fit but he
was not attractive to Jody and he found that impossible to accept.
Jodie
shuddered at the way he pawed her. She had a preference for women, but a man
could turn her head given the right circumstance, not Rick however. Rick also
thought that if Jody ‘had a real man’ she wouldn’t want to be a ‘butch lesbian’
anymore. He was definitely lacking in the chromosome stakes. He had been
hitting on her for weeks now. She kept knocking him back but it didn’t deter
him, he thought only with his prick, hence the nickname he had acquired from
the rest of the women on the set.
Jody didn’t
dislike men; in fact, she actively sought their company. It was just guys like
Rick that got her back up. He was so; well, obnoxious to say the least. Being
in the film industry meant that you met your fair share of strange people and
that was to be expected, but to have to put up with the likes of Rick was a bit
much. Thankfully, there wasn’t much left of today’s filming and they should be
done altogether by the end of the week.
Inserting the
key into the lock of her hotel room later, Jody sighed, peace at last. She
stepped inside, threw her bag down on the chair, collapsed on the bed, and
sprawled. Shit what a day. Fighting off Rick was a major hassle and she found
it exhausting. She lay there for a few minutes before deciding she needed a
drink. Sitting up and sliding off the bed, she moved over to the mini bar and
opened it. There was a small bottle of chardonnay that looked interesting and
taking the bottle opener, she proceeded to crack open the bottle. The wine was
crisp with a good woody aroma, “that will do nicely,” she thought.
She walked
into the bathroom, turned on the bath taps, and splashed some salts into the
flow. As she waited for the tub to fill, she sipped her drink. Tomorrow would
be exciting she thought. She was going to jump off a building. There would be
precautions of course but there was always a risk of injury. That was the
nature of the game. However, she was confident in the crew and knew she could
rely on them for their expertise and support. It would be such a buzz; she
could taste the elation of a successfully completed stunt already.
She slipped
into the bathwater and felt her muscles relax as the warmth enveloped her; the
smell of the bath salts was soothing as was the heat on her tired muscles. She
began to wash herself and smiled at the way her body looked free of stage
makeup and special effects. She was average in height, not particularly
remarkable in looks, however she was attractive. Her athletic build was easy on
the eye and she still collected the appreciative glances of men, and women, when
she went out.
She soaked
for a while in the bath, then, tiring of the heat, she decided to get out and
sit on the balcony for a while and enjoy the pleasant summer twilight before
darkness fell. Wrapping herself in the hotel bathrobe, she picked up the
wine-bottle and moved to the balcony. She sat herself down and made herself
comfortable.
There was a
selection of complimentary magazines that she could choose from and she decided
on the fashion periodical. Fashion had never really interested her however this
one was dealing with the normal shaped woman instead of the fashion industries
preconceived idea of perfection. She flicked through the magazine and continued
to sip at the wine in her glass. The pictures were provocative. They depicted
many and varied female forms, tall and curved, and shorter and voluptuous.
There was every description of woman displayed to her best advantage.
She quietly
thought for a moment that women where their own worst enemy at times with their
adherence to fashion and its demands of perfection. However, who was to say who
was right anyway? Is not beauty in the eye of the beholder? Well maybe, maybe
not. However, the images Jody was viewing where interesting at least. She found
that the pictures were arousing her. Smiling to herself, she continued to sip
her chardonnay and flick slowly through the glossy pages of the magazine.
She felt her
nipples tingle as she looked at one particular woman’s picture. This lady was
wearing the most magnificent lingerie but she also had the most luscious
figure, Jody loved that. She stretched back against the chaise longue on the
balcony and ran her hand down the front of her robe. She released the tie at
the waist and opened the robe displaying her body to the fading light. Her
fingers sought out her soft folds and she began to stroke herself slowly as she
looked at the woman’s picture.
The robe was
too cumbersome so she wriggled out of it, lying on it as a rough cushion
between herself and the fabric of the chaise, her desire to please herself
paramount. Her nipples stood out proud of her breasts and she ran her fingers
over them. They where like bundles of elastic, compressed with potential
energy, flexible yet ready to burst at the first given opportunity. She twisted
them between her fingers and moaned quietly as the delicious tingling flowed
down to her pussy. The soft wet folds of her cunt where pulsing with a need to
be fulfilled. Her fingers played over her flesh like a master flautists fingers
would glide over the keys of his flute. Her breasts seemed to swell and her
nipples hardened further under her ministrations. Then she looked up, and
gasped. “Shit!”
Across the
road from her hotel was an office building. Moreover, on the floor of the
building opposite hers there was a party going on. Probably a bucks night from
the look of the guys with their faces pressed to the glass, there were no women
present, and all were staring at the naked and aroused Jody who had been
pleasuring herself, unknowingly with them watching.
Instead of covering
herself, which was her first initial thought, she laughed and carried on
stroking her cunt with the audience watching.
“Stuff it,
let them watch, if they can see me that well they are looking too hard anyway.
I’ll give them a proper show.”
So, she
carried on stroking her cunt with the audience watching and smiled to herself.
There was something delicious about being watched. It seemed to heighten the
senses somehow, or maybe it just made you more aware of what was happening
around you and too you, who knows, Jody liked it though.
Her body was
on fire with her desire; her nipples were rock hard now and were almost glowing
in their pinkness because she had been pinching them. Her hands were roving
over her flesh exploring every nook and cranny, delighting in the textures and
feel of her own skin and body. She pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt
and spread them wide, filling herself. She twisted her fingers around and
around feeling her walls throb against them. Then she pulled them in and out
rhythmically, her thumb brushing over her clit in time with the thrust of her
hips. The convulsions of her orgasm started in a deep wave that flowed through
every nerve fibre. She threw her head back and moaned loudly as her back arched
away from the chaise, her muscles contracted rhythmically on her fingers as her
pussy spat forth a flow of liquid female, drenching her hand. Exquisite. God
she loved to come. She relaxed with a sigh, her pussy still pulsing as she
soothed it with soft strokes.
The door to
her hotel room opened and the maid walked in to fold down the bed. Jody froze,
the maid looked up and saw her sat out on the balcony fully naked and still
touching herself. Neither moved for a moment. Jody was breathing fast as she
watched what the maid would do. The maid blushed heavily; Jody smiled as the
deep colour surged up the maid’s neck and into her face.
“I’m terribly
sorry madam,” said the maid lowering her eyes, “please excuse me, I’ll come
back later.”
“No, that
won’t do at all, come over here and sit down, please,” said Jody huskily.
The maid was
young and looked relatively inexperienced. Jody took one look at her and knew
that they would be lovers. She didn’t know how she knew, only that it was true.
She beckoned the girl over almost with her force of will alone. The girl
complied, walking slowly out onto the balcony with her head lowered, a look of
uncertainty on her face. Seemingly automatically, she knelt at Jody’s feet. It
had not been asked for, nor implied. It was bizarre yet somehow appropriate
though, not really explainable. It was one of those odd moments that you
sometimes hear about. Like a mental connection if you will, a deep instinctive
knowledge you have of someone else that cannot be taught, purely by the nature
of its instinctiveness. Jody’s heart raced at the implication.
Jody reached
out, cupped the maid’s cheeks in her hands, and pressed their lips together
gently. She did not resist. They were soft and pliant and tasted of mint. Her
skin was smooth and unblemished and smelt vaguely of rose water, its texture
under her thumbs was velvet like, the nap following the contours of the girls
face. The maid responded to the kiss with a slight shiver. Jody traced her
tongue over the girl’s lips before seeking entry into her sweet mouth. The kiss
deepened as Jody sucked and nibbled on the maids tongue and lips and imagined
what it would be like to taste her intimately.
Jody’s
skilful hands slowly undid the buttons of the maid’s blouse. Her beautiful
breasts were encased in lace, Jody could see her nipples straining at the
fabric and rasping against it every time her chest heaved. She popped the front
fastening of the bra, freeing her, and she moaned into Jody’s mouth as a gentle
hand moved to lightly cup a pert breast. The mound of flesh was supple, as she
kneaded it the nipple pressed into her palm like a small walnut, rasping
against the calluses on her right hand. She moved so that she could grasp the
nipple delicately between her thumb and forefinger, the maid gasped as she rolled
it between them
“Tell me your
name,” said Jody huskily against the girl’s lips.
“Sophie,”
sighed the maid.
“Hmmmm, nice
name,” said Jody as she moved and licked Sophie’s neck. “ You are very lovely
you know. I could just eat you, you taste so good.” When Jody licked the pulse
point at the base of the girl’s neck, she shivered with delight.
The men in
the building opposite where crowded around the window now. It looked like there
were about 12 of them and they were all stood poised with drinks in hand,
mouths open and straining to watch, like a collection of mannequins waiting for
a parade to begin. Jody was aware of them watching and it didn’t faze her
particularly. It was quite comical really. She took the odd glance over at them
but there were more delightful things happening to her on this balcony to think
about than to be worrying about a bunch of guys getting hot ‘perving’ at them
from across the street.
Jody slid a
hand down Sophie’s leg and up under her skirt to cup her tumescent pussy. Hmmmm,
satisfyingly hot and wet, the gusset of her panties was slick with her
moisture, the scent of it strong in the air. She pulled her hand away and
pressed her fingers to Sophie’s mouth.
“Suck them,”
commanded Jody.
Sophie
took Jody’s fingers into her mouth and she did indeed suck them. Her mouth was
warm and her tongue soft against Jody’s fingers as they licked and probed
between them. Sophie sucked her own juices off Jody’s hand with relish.
Electrifying sensations shot up Jody’s arm and down her spine, so erotic a
sensation. The visual images she could see were flashing through her mind
making her so hot. Jody reluctantly pulled her fingers free then licked them
herself, Sophie’s scent still on them. Jody’s hands roved over Sophie’s body
freely, feeling the contours and indentations and firmness of her nubile form.
Jody scraped a fingernail slowly over one nipple, she could see by the way they
had tightened that she was very aroused. Sophie’s trembling body almost froze,
then the sensation hit, and she shook violently and whimpered. Jody smiled
knowingly. This one was very responsive.
Jody worked
her fingers into Sophie’s panties and slowly slid them down over her thighs.
She was now exposed to her touch. Jody slid her hands around to the back of
Sophie’s skirt and drew the zipper down slowly. Her fingers where tingling with
the anticipation. The skirt fluttered to the floor and Jody sighed as the
perfect alabaster thighs came into view. She pressed her mouth hungrily to
Sophie’s belly, inhaling the faint rose water scent of her skin that was oh so
lovely and smooth under her tongue.
Sophie
quivered as Jody ran her tongue up and down and around her naval, her fingers
gripping Sophie’s buttocks firmly as she pulled her closer. Moving her head
lower, Jody nuzzled the springy curls protecting Sophie from her gaze. Hot and
tangy, the musky smell of arousal was a heady delight to Jody, who was
revelling in the beauty of this young woman’s body.
The catcalls
from across the street were getting louder and were now interfering with Jody’s
concentration. So, she stood and took Sophie’s hand in hers and led her through
the open glass door back into the bedroom. As she closed the door, the men
across the street could still see them so she smiled as she treated them to an
offensive hand gesture and then kissed Sophie passionately on the lips.
Jody pushed
Sophie down gently onto the bed and lay down beside her as she continued to
stroke her skin delicately. Sophie was so excited, she was whimpering and
clawing at Jody’s shoulders. Jody began to lick her again, working her way down
Sophie’s body to the juncture of her thighs. With her fingers, she parted her
folds and bent her head to slowly trace her tongue up her glistening slit and
then encircling her swollen bud, pulling on it gently as Sophie writhed on the
bed beneath her, thrusting her hips up to meet Jody’s mouth. Stoping, Jody
picked up the wine bottle she had brought back inside with her, and tipped the
remains over Sophie’s pussy, watching as the golden liquid seeped down over her
hot flesh. Sophie jumped as the cool liquid trickled down over her body searing
a path of electric sensations over her skin and up her spine. Jody was well
pleased; she was so aroused by Sophie’s reactions.
She began to
lick her again, with more intent this time. Sophie was a mass of energised
nerve endings ready to explode. As she took her higher, she could feel the buzz
of power that she had over this girl; it was extremely satisfying. Sophie was
moaning loudly and close to coming. Jody could feel her tension building in the
way her body was tightening and her clit was swelling in her mouth and the way
her juices where freely flowing.
Just as
Sophie started to buck harder against her mouth, Jody inserted the neck of the
bottle. She pressed it up high against her cervix and twisted it. Sophie
shouted out her amazement as she thrashed about and clamped down hard against
the bottle and Jody’s hand with her muscles. Sophie’s clit expanded so far that
Jody thought it would explode as she came with a violence that even surprised
Jody. Sophie’s back arched off the bed, the flush of her orgasm coloured her
skin a dark pink, her nipples tightened even further and her flesh quivered as
she thrashed her head from side to side shouting out her release loudly.
Jody slid up
Sophie’s body and held on tight as she came down from the most wonderful
experience. She stroked her, soothed her, and caressed her as Sophie sobbed
into Jody’s neck and finally relaxed enough to sleep for a few minutes. Jody
new she had found something special here.
Freefalling
off a building was so like an orgasm, thought Jody as she plummeted towards the
ground. The tension in your belly was similar and the adrenalin kick was just
amazing. Sex was better though and great sex was incredible. The fall breaker
was positioned perfectly as Jody landed and rolled on it. The cheers of the
crew echoed in her ears as she jumped down off the fall breaker and onto Rick,
catching him a blow to the groin in the process.
“Oh I'm so
sorry Rick,” said Jody as he collapsed to the ground, “I didn’t see you there.”
She walked
off chuckling to herself as Ricks muffled, “butch bitch,” followed her straight
into the waiting arms of Sophie.