Exploits of Jay
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“Hello...I’m back...” The words were more breathless whisper than a greeting but after having worked all through the night and been called for an unexpected photo shoot ‘till noon, Jack thought it was a miracle to have managed it at all. The fact that the shoot had taken place in the middle of nowhere with the scorching sun rising temperatures close to hellish hadn’t helped either. At least he was home now... Thank God for small mercies.
“Hey, Jay, got any of that iced tea left? I’m dying here... freaking elevator’s broken again.” He called out to his flatmate marshalling up the strength needed to reach for the fridge and open it. Crap... no iced tea. He took the first can he found and popped it open forcing his feet out of the kitchen as he took a slug of the aspartame filled drink... damn, he hated that bitterness you felt at the end.
“Hey Jay...” But he wouldn’t be getting an answer anytime soon, he realised as he stepped into the living room and finally picked up the hushed rhythm of music coming from one of the bedrooms. Again? He sighed to himself thinking he’d have to put up with his flatmate’s dance attempts when all he wanted to do was sleep... for like about a century. He just couldn’t keep his eyes opened anymore... maybe he wouldn’t even hear her given the exhaustion.
Jack yawned so hard his jaw cracked. He took off his t-shirt and threw it on the back of the couch giving up on the idea of a shower. No way. Bed. Now. Before he passed out standing. He dragged his feet past the bathroom almost yearning for the gentle touch of water. When he got in front of Jay’s bedroom he thought he might as well pop his head in and give her the heads up he was back... maybe beg for mercy and silence too, given how loud the music was now. What the hell was that? Bells and drums?
He didn’t knock... no point, she’d never hear. No strength either. He just turned the knob slowly and the door gave way silently almost like it knew not to disturb. But it only got 3 inches away from the frame before Jack froze with his mouth opened, the words stuck on the tip of his tongue, almost instantly falling spellbound.
Jay’s sense of decorating had always tended towards the exotic: she had lush plants in the corners of her room, loved burning a particular type of incense that smelled almost decadent and everything from her chaise to her window drapes and pillows were covered in coppery brocade and olive green satin or golden-white silk. But now it looked like a dammed movie set: with all the red wood panels placed around the bed like five delicate little trellises carved with intricate oriental patterns and the crème and auburn silk drapes snaking around or in between them and the bed.
And she was dancing... floating half way in between dressed and naked. Hanging from her hips was a low, long, filmy skirt polling around her every time she swirled, accenting each movement of her hips as she followed the music beat. Whenever she pushed a leg forward and bent backwards twisting her arms over her head the skirt parted, revealing that exquisite tanned skin that covered her smooth thighs.
Jack didn’t blink once. He couldn’t even breathe. Jay had dropped low on the floor, bent over backwards, her hips lifting in short jerks while her torso snaked with each shift, showing off her flat tummy with its shimmering bellybutton ring. Her body was seduction in movement and he was lost for her in that one moment. And that was before she slowly arched her back and her many necklaces of black beads and golden little coins parted, revealing her pert little breasts with their caramel coloured tips all spiked and demanding.
A cold shiver crept up Jack’s spine as he watched her trail the tip of a short bladed falcata right across the centre of her body, following an invisible line from her lower abs, over bellybutton, right between her breasts and straight across to her lips.
Between the sudden mental image of trailing the same line with his lips and the fear she could so very easily mar her beautiful body with that cold tongue of metal, there was no way to stop his body from tensing to the point of tremors.
In the mid-day light that filtered through the cracked wooden blinds, her skin looked bathed in honey and her hair was burned sugar licking against the swell of her breasts. And all the while Jack felt his blood start to boil and pool while she inadvertently seduced him. At some point she’d gotten up in a tense shimmy and had started twisting and turning against one bed post, then another, pulling the silks away from the bed. Someone was there Jack realized and his first instinct was to close the door and run like hell. But he just couldn’t stop watching.
He saw himself as a thief that couldn’t repent from stealing. He felt a silly jealousy tinged with grudging esteem towards the man for whom this show of unadulterated eroticism was played. He’d never looked at Jay this way in their six months of sharing the flat but in that instant he would have done almost anything to be at the receiving end of her attentions, propped on his elbow among her dozen pillows.
Jay turned her back to the bed, her hips shaking like they were having a seizure. In a series of swirls and twists of the wrist, she lowered her hands to the belt of the skirt and unclasped it from the side. Slowly she allowed the heavy fabric to drop from one hip, then the other, uncovering glimpse by glimpse that delicious apple bottom of hers for the sole benefit of her guest. As she did that her gaze seemed to lock on to something close to the door but as entranced as he was Jack didn’t figure he’d been spotted until a mischievous grin brought fire to her features. She jerked her chin up and ran her hands up along her body touching every inch of skin from her bellybutton to her lips almost as if she wanted to tease him.
Jack’s first reaction was to jerk the door shut but that smile, that heated look she gave him as if she was enjoying his little bid at voyeurism and got turned on by having him watch her seduce another man, hooked him. Hooked him hard; so much so, that he couldn’t help the erection that was straining against his jeans. But that couldn’t be true could it? She hadn’t seen him, right? If she had she would have stopped not twisted her hips as though she wanted him to see that clean shaved little slit between her legs. Or turn around bending over the bed giving him a clear picture of how exquisitely formed she was with her tight little ass and her long legs spreading on each side of her prisoner when she crawled above him on all fours.
Slowly she stood up above the man placing her feet on each side of his head and dipped down in a sinuous glide of her hips. Jack had to reach down and make some adjustments as he drank in every little move but his hand never loosened its grip afterwards. She was yet again bent over backwards, her arms over her head and her knees bent apart allowing the lucky bastard in her bed a perfect view of her sweet spot as she kept up her lithe ripple of the body.
Holly mother of... Jay had dropped from her stance straight on her knees, straddling the guy’s head, lifting and lowering her hips with the music. The sight and thought of how it might be to be in the other man’s place sent something akin to lava down Jack’s spine and all the way to the tip of his arousal. How could that f-idiot not grab on to that sweet promise of ecstasy and pull her down a for a good tongue session. No sooner did he finish that thought and the guy started pawing at her thighs and hips. He pulled her down over his face and by the way Jay’s hole body shivered and jerked he must have been doing something right.
Hidden behind the door Jack couldn’t see every each detail but boy, he could feel the very taste of her skin... He could just imagine himself kissing the pink flesh between her legs, delving with his tongue between her folds searching for all the ways he could offer her pleasure. And he’d take his time too... he’d map out every inch of her inner thighs with his mouth, sucking and biting with his lips, occasionally grazing his teeth against the delicate little nub. And when she’d be all honey glisten and gasping he’d allow himself to explore her further. As he watched Jay’s body sway and writhe above the man, he knew he hadn’t been the only one to consider that course of action. And Jay loved it. Her hips kept moving up and down while her lover dug his fingers in her fleshy derrière and brought her closer and closer to the unavoidable climax.
Almost without realizing Jack nudged open the door a little further while his hand kept stroking him in a rhythm that matched Jay’s hips. He leaned in to get a better glimpse and he could hear even above the spellbinding music the little moans and groans escaping her lips. He watched her arms meander from her lips to her breast pinching her nipples and living them glossy. With a sound that was more animal than human she grabbed onto one of them and thrust her hips down then left herself sag for a second in the shadow of her mini orgasm. But it seemed she wasn’t to have any reprieve from the ongoing assault between her legs.
The guy had kept licking at her and had loosened his grip on one of her buttocks looking to put his fingers to a much better use. He slid them up over her lips and she opened her mouth sucking in two fingers, while her lover’s tongue delved deeper into her nether parts. Jack swore he might have heard a moan as Jay finally relinquished the two fingers but when they found their way between her legs her gasp was loud and clear. She worked herself against his fingers, rolling her hips and waist like there was no tomorrow. The flush over her skin and how she squeezed her eyes shut and kept twisting her nipples, were tattletale to the impending climax that shot her up straight and ripped a deep moan out of her throat.
Jack stared amazed and maddened barely resisting the urge to slip step inside, join the two of them and give himself the release his engorged parts begged for. His breath was ragged and heavy just like hers but while she was just recovering form her sexual bliss he only got more frustrated.
In a movement that seemed to hint she had no bones in her body she pushed herself down over her lover’s chest until she could kiss his soaked face while rubbing herself all over him. After a long savage kiss she trailed down to his neck, then lower still.
She was keeping her pelvis slightly raised, clear message she had a mind to torture the poor guy a bit more. But then she wickedly turned her head and grinned past her shoulder wiggling her ass. Maybe the one she meant to torment wasn’t the man in her bed at all.
She curved her spine even more lifting her ass high, pushing her chest even lower as she kept trailing down the soaked body beneath hers. She wanted Jack to see her in all her naked splendour, to notice that little ring she had piercing her soft skin right above the clitoris, that sparkled and shined almost like showing him the way to where he wanted to be. Her knees settled wider apart on each side of the guy giving Jack an unobstructed view to what her mouth was up to: her lips were floating above the hardened flesh jutting from the man’s hips, barely touching him, teasing him from base to tip.
Jay had every intention to torment the guy and Jack could tell it by the way her arms pressed against his hips holding him put. She giggled at some point when the poor sap tried to protest the all too light caresses that she gave him and Jack could almost see the cruel smile on her face as she slightly parted her lips and clamped them down over the now tumescent length. Judging by his reaction as her tongue slipped over the heated skin from the base up, the guy was barely hanging on to himself. The way she pursed her lips and kissed the head of the swollen member might have been erotic as hell but it definitely was painfully light contact.
Jay didn’t waste any more time and her lips finally opened over the blunt tip, engulfing it slowly in wet fire until her lips reached the skin of his pelvis. Her head glided back up just as slowly and her lips released the man with a loud pop. Her long fingers wrapped around the base propping him up while her lips continued to tease, chipping at his sanity. The poor guy was close to begging her for release after a minute or two of this attention. But she was relentless. She took her time, going quicker one moment and slower the next just to keep on the edge. She licked and sucked and through her spread legs, it was easy to see her hand had found its way between her lover’s legs and was playing with his heavy sack.
His arousal notwithstanding Jack’s artistic eye as a photographer demanded he recognised the erotic aesthetic of the moment. Recognise it and possess it. And he could, if only he could pry himself from the scene. Jay’s head was bobbing up and down, the man’s cock glistening with her saliva and almost as if it were happening to him, Jack knew, he wouldn’t last much longer. But he had to have this moment for himself. In a lunge he dashed back into the living room and grabbed the first camera he could get out of his bags. He didn’t stop to check the card of the battery; he did it on the way back to his spot behind the door.
He crouched down, disabled the flash and pressed down on the snap button. Not a half second later Jay’s dainty little fingers sneaked between her own legs caressing her puffy lips and spreading them open while her lover reached his orgasm and came between grunts and muscles spasms. She didn’t stop licking him or rubbing herself, not even when his hand fell on the top of her head and held her head down to his pelvis.
And through it all Jack watched with hungry eyes through the lens of the camera. He should have felt guilty and maybe ashamed but he couldn’t even feign such thoughts. He liked what he saw and he wanted more. Luckily for him, he was going to get plenty more...
__Part two is soon to follow__
“Hey, Jay, got any of that iced tea left? I’m dying here... freaking elevator’s broken again.” He called out to his flatmate marshalling up the strength needed to reach for the fridge and open it. Crap... no iced tea. He took the first can he found and popped it open forcing his feet out of the kitchen as he took a slug of the aspartame filled drink... damn, he hated that bitterness you felt at the end.
“Hey Jay...” But he wouldn’t be getting an answer anytime soon, he realised as he stepped into the living room and finally picked up the hushed rhythm of music coming from one of the bedrooms. Again? He sighed to himself thinking he’d have to put up with his flatmate’s dance attempts when all he wanted to do was sleep... for like about a century. He just couldn’t keep his eyes opened anymore... maybe he wouldn’t even hear her given the exhaustion.
Jack yawned so hard his jaw cracked. He took off his t-shirt and threw it on the back of the couch giving up on the idea of a shower. No way. Bed. Now. Before he passed out standing. He dragged his feet past the bathroom almost yearning for the gentle touch of water. When he got in front of Jay’s bedroom he thought he might as well pop his head in and give her the heads up he was back... maybe beg for mercy and silence too, given how loud the music was now. What the hell was that? Bells and drums?
He didn’t knock... no point, she’d never hear. No strength either. He just turned the knob slowly and the door gave way silently almost like it knew not to disturb. But it only got 3 inches away from the frame before Jack froze with his mouth opened, the words stuck on the tip of his tongue, almost instantly falling spellbound.
Jay’s sense of decorating had always tended towards the exotic: she had lush plants in the corners of her room, loved burning a particular type of incense that smelled almost decadent and everything from her chaise to her window drapes and pillows were covered in coppery brocade and olive green satin or golden-white silk. But now it looked like a dammed movie set: with all the red wood panels placed around the bed like five delicate little trellises carved with intricate oriental patterns and the crème and auburn silk drapes snaking around or in between them and the bed.
And she was dancing... floating half way in between dressed and naked. Hanging from her hips was a low, long, filmy skirt polling around her every time she swirled, accenting each movement of her hips as she followed the music beat. Whenever she pushed a leg forward and bent backwards twisting her arms over her head the skirt parted, revealing that exquisite tanned skin that covered her smooth thighs.
Jack didn’t blink once. He couldn’t even breathe. Jay had dropped low on the floor, bent over backwards, her hips lifting in short jerks while her torso snaked with each shift, showing off her flat tummy with its shimmering bellybutton ring. Her body was seduction in movement and he was lost for her in that one moment. And that was before she slowly arched her back and her many necklaces of black beads and golden little coins parted, revealing her pert little breasts with their caramel coloured tips all spiked and demanding.
A cold shiver crept up Jack’s spine as he watched her trail the tip of a short bladed falcata right across the centre of her body, following an invisible line from her lower abs, over bellybutton, right between her breasts and straight across to her lips.
Between the sudden mental image of trailing the same line with his lips and the fear she could so very easily mar her beautiful body with that cold tongue of metal, there was no way to stop his body from tensing to the point of tremors.
In the mid-day light that filtered through the cracked wooden blinds, her skin looked bathed in honey and her hair was burned sugar licking against the swell of her breasts. And all the while Jack felt his blood start to boil and pool while she inadvertently seduced him. At some point she’d gotten up in a tense shimmy and had started twisting and turning against one bed post, then another, pulling the silks away from the bed. Someone was there Jack realized and his first instinct was to close the door and run like hell. But he just couldn’t stop watching.
He saw himself as a thief that couldn’t repent from stealing. He felt a silly jealousy tinged with grudging esteem towards the man for whom this show of unadulterated eroticism was played. He’d never looked at Jay this way in their six months of sharing the flat but in that instant he would have done almost anything to be at the receiving end of her attentions, propped on his elbow among her dozen pillows.
Jay turned her back to the bed, her hips shaking like they were having a seizure. In a series of swirls and twists of the wrist, she lowered her hands to the belt of the skirt and unclasped it from the side. Slowly she allowed the heavy fabric to drop from one hip, then the other, uncovering glimpse by glimpse that delicious apple bottom of hers for the sole benefit of her guest. As she did that her gaze seemed to lock on to something close to the door but as entranced as he was Jack didn’t figure he’d been spotted until a mischievous grin brought fire to her features. She jerked her chin up and ran her hands up along her body touching every inch of skin from her bellybutton to her lips almost as if she wanted to tease him.
Jack’s first reaction was to jerk the door shut but that smile, that heated look she gave him as if she was enjoying his little bid at voyeurism and got turned on by having him watch her seduce another man, hooked him. Hooked him hard; so much so, that he couldn’t help the erection that was straining against his jeans. But that couldn’t be true could it? She hadn’t seen him, right? If she had she would have stopped not twisted her hips as though she wanted him to see that clean shaved little slit between her legs. Or turn around bending over the bed giving him a clear picture of how exquisitely formed she was with her tight little ass and her long legs spreading on each side of her prisoner when she crawled above him on all fours.
Slowly she stood up above the man placing her feet on each side of his head and dipped down in a sinuous glide of her hips. Jack had to reach down and make some adjustments as he drank in every little move but his hand never loosened its grip afterwards. She was yet again bent over backwards, her arms over her head and her knees bent apart allowing the lucky bastard in her bed a perfect view of her sweet spot as she kept up her lithe ripple of the body.
Holly mother of... Jay had dropped from her stance straight on her knees, straddling the guy’s head, lifting and lowering her hips with the music. The sight and thought of how it might be to be in the other man’s place sent something akin to lava down Jack’s spine and all the way to the tip of his arousal. How could that f-idiot not grab on to that sweet promise of ecstasy and pull her down a for a good tongue session. No sooner did he finish that thought and the guy started pawing at her thighs and hips. He pulled her down over his face and by the way Jay’s hole body shivered and jerked he must have been doing something right.
Hidden behind the door Jack couldn’t see every each detail but boy, he could feel the very taste of her skin... He could just imagine himself kissing the pink flesh between her legs, delving with his tongue between her folds searching for all the ways he could offer her pleasure. And he’d take his time too... he’d map out every inch of her inner thighs with his mouth, sucking and biting with his lips, occasionally grazing his teeth against the delicate little nub. And when she’d be all honey glisten and gasping he’d allow himself to explore her further. As he watched Jay’s body sway and writhe above the man, he knew he hadn’t been the only one to consider that course of action. And Jay loved it. Her hips kept moving up and down while her lover dug his fingers in her fleshy derrière and brought her closer and closer to the unavoidable climax.
Almost without realizing Jack nudged open the door a little further while his hand kept stroking him in a rhythm that matched Jay’s hips. He leaned in to get a better glimpse and he could hear even above the spellbinding music the little moans and groans escaping her lips. He watched her arms meander from her lips to her breast pinching her nipples and living them glossy. With a sound that was more animal than human she grabbed onto one of them and thrust her hips down then left herself sag for a second in the shadow of her mini orgasm. But it seemed she wasn’t to have any reprieve from the ongoing assault between her legs.
The guy had kept licking at her and had loosened his grip on one of her buttocks looking to put his fingers to a much better use. He slid them up over her lips and she opened her mouth sucking in two fingers, while her lover’s tongue delved deeper into her nether parts. Jack swore he might have heard a moan as Jay finally relinquished the two fingers but when they found their way between her legs her gasp was loud and clear. She worked herself against his fingers, rolling her hips and waist like there was no tomorrow. The flush over her skin and how she squeezed her eyes shut and kept twisting her nipples, were tattletale to the impending climax that shot her up straight and ripped a deep moan out of her throat.
Jack stared amazed and maddened barely resisting the urge to slip step inside, join the two of them and give himself the release his engorged parts begged for. His breath was ragged and heavy just like hers but while she was just recovering form her sexual bliss he only got more frustrated.
In a movement that seemed to hint she had no bones in her body she pushed herself down over her lover’s chest until she could kiss his soaked face while rubbing herself all over him. After a long savage kiss she trailed down to his neck, then lower still.
She was keeping her pelvis slightly raised, clear message she had a mind to torture the poor guy a bit more. But then she wickedly turned her head and grinned past her shoulder wiggling her ass. Maybe the one she meant to torment wasn’t the man in her bed at all.
She curved her spine even more lifting her ass high, pushing her chest even lower as she kept trailing down the soaked body beneath hers. She wanted Jack to see her in all her naked splendour, to notice that little ring she had piercing her soft skin right above the clitoris, that sparkled and shined almost like showing him the way to where he wanted to be. Her knees settled wider apart on each side of the guy giving Jack an unobstructed view to what her mouth was up to: her lips were floating above the hardened flesh jutting from the man’s hips, barely touching him, teasing him from base to tip.
Jay had every intention to torment the guy and Jack could tell it by the way her arms pressed against his hips holding him put. She giggled at some point when the poor sap tried to protest the all too light caresses that she gave him and Jack could almost see the cruel smile on her face as she slightly parted her lips and clamped them down over the now tumescent length. Judging by his reaction as her tongue slipped over the heated skin from the base up, the guy was barely hanging on to himself. The way she pursed her lips and kissed the head of the swollen member might have been erotic as hell but it definitely was painfully light contact.
Jay didn’t waste any more time and her lips finally opened over the blunt tip, engulfing it slowly in wet fire until her lips reached the skin of his pelvis. Her head glided back up just as slowly and her lips released the man with a loud pop. Her long fingers wrapped around the base propping him up while her lips continued to tease, chipping at his sanity. The poor guy was close to begging her for release after a minute or two of this attention. But she was relentless. She took her time, going quicker one moment and slower the next just to keep on the edge. She licked and sucked and through her spread legs, it was easy to see her hand had found its way between her lover’s legs and was playing with his heavy sack.
His arousal notwithstanding Jack’s artistic eye as a photographer demanded he recognised the erotic aesthetic of the moment. Recognise it and possess it. And he could, if only he could pry himself from the scene. Jay’s head was bobbing up and down, the man’s cock glistening with her saliva and almost as if it were happening to him, Jack knew, he wouldn’t last much longer. But he had to have this moment for himself. In a lunge he dashed back into the living room and grabbed the first camera he could get out of his bags. He didn’t stop to check the card of the battery; he did it on the way back to his spot behind the door.
He crouched down, disabled the flash and pressed down on the snap button. Not a half second later Jay’s dainty little fingers sneaked between her own legs caressing her puffy lips and spreading them open while her lover reached his orgasm and came between grunts and muscles spasms. She didn’t stop licking him or rubbing herself, not even when his hand fell on the top of her head and held her head down to his pelvis.
And through it all Jack watched with hungry eyes through the lens of the camera. He should have felt guilty and maybe ashamed but he couldn’t even feign such thoughts. He liked what he saw and he wanted more. Luckily for him, he was going to get plenty more...
__Part two is soon to follow__
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