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Curious
(An audacious look behind the façade of a seemingly proper girl)
The most intriguing part of life is in its details. A hidden reality is found in unexpected gestures that only last a split second. A different secret side of a person, discovered within a moment. These unexpected revelations always fascinated and excited me, especially when they were of a highly erotic nature.
My name is Tim James. I’m 54-years old, slim with slightly graying, thick dark hair. Normally dressed in faded jeans, checkered shirt and brown shoes, I’m the gregarious studious type. Never married, and having lived alone all my life, I have always loved traveling, reading books and newspapers. I used to work in the female-dominated publishing industry as a photo editor for many years until I was retrenched for being male and too old. They didn’t use that reason as such, but we all know how discriminatory companies operate. I now spend a lot of my time in art galleries, theatres, bookstores and cafes. I decided to write this account to articulate the memories that have erotically intrigued me for decades.
In 2002 I was working at a publishing company in Melbourne. The organization had recently moved to stylish new premises in the heart of the CBD. The office design was white and bright, with modern computer stations, glass walled meeting rooms, large white workbenches, an extensive kitchen, lounge area and entertainment deck.
The Sales Director was a 55-year old, named Louise Rutherford. She had four grown-up c***dren, one of which was her daughter Maxine. On a beautiful sunny day in late September a social get-together was organized for suppliers, clients and friends. Dozens of people attended. A catering firm provided staff to man the barbeque and serve drinks and canapés. A long table was set out on the entertainment deck. People with drinks mingled throughout the new office and lounge area. One of those attending was 25-year old, tall and slim Maxine Rutherford, the daughter of the company’s Sales Director. Maxine was a down-to-earth blonde with a shy smile. She was only slightly attractive, with her shoulder length blonde hair and dusty blue eyes, so definitely no photo model. Intelligent, and to a certain degree pushed by her parents, she studied to become a business lawyer. There had been faint rumors that Maxine had dated many men, one of them a biker. It raised suspicions of her being promiscuous and led to tensions with her parents.
The intriguing, and erotically charged moment arrived late in the afternoon. Maxine sat on one of the lounge’s chairs, mingling with several other guests, as a young female member of the catering staff passed by, carrying a tray with glasses, filled with champagne. I was out on the deck, looking inside as I saw the split second in which Maxine smiled and caressed the waitress’s thigh as she moved past. The girl looked shocked and annoyed as she immediately brushed the hand away. That gesture briefly exposed an erotic hidden world. I suddenly realized; these two girls knew each other…intimately… Maxine Rutherford bedded girls… and who knows what else… It stirred my curiosity and I decided to try to discover more of that what was obscured.
A few weeks later, around 6pm, Maxine, walked into the office carrying her bag with books. She wore tight, bleached, torn jeans, a white shirt and brown jacket. She had just come from university classes and waited for her mother to drive her home. I decided to meet her in the kitchen or the lounge and steer the conversation towards the events of a fortnight ago. As I poured my coffee in the kitchen I initiated an approach.
“Hey Maxine, long-time no see, you’re coming straight from Uni?” She faintly smiled and nodded: “Hi Tim, yeah, not long to go now. Exams in a few months.”
“What kind of law? Will you be working with crims in the dock?” We sipped coffee as we slowly walked from the kitchen into the deserted lounge room. “No, company law, I’ll be working on commercial disputes.”
“Hmmm, remember that get-together two weeks ago, Maxine?” I looked at her as she nodded. “I…eh, I couldn’t help noticing that you knew that waitress, am I right, have you two met before?” Maxine smiled coyly; “Yeah, yeah, we know each other all right…” “Did you… get into bed with her, did you… eh… do her, Max?” I probed. She looked a little shocked by my rather pertinent question; “Wow, eh, you really want to know, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I replied; I’m quite intrigued by that.” I decided to press on; “Hmm, did you two meet at a party, or something?” “Yeah,” Maxine hesitantly replied; “We met before and got together with some other people, it was lots of ‘fun’, really cool…”
“Are you into… eh… swinging.., Max?” She looked at me with a faint smile, slightly blushed, hesitated, but then nodded. “Uhuh,” she whispered.
Although expected, her admission shocked, aroused and unsettled me. Proper looking, laid-back, average blonde Maxine Rutherford, daughter of Sales Director Louise Rutherford was a swinger… a fucker… doing guys, girls, maybe groups… oh my God, what did I stumble upon? For a moment I visualized her nude, part of a melee of naked bodies, panting, fornicating. This was a very erotic turn of events… I managed to mask my surprise and decided to try to learn more about her secret erotic life, about the horny, uninhibited whore, that was sheltering underneath her proper veneer.
Her admission encouraged me. It lowered a barrier. Because of my measured response she might feel more at ease and open up.
“How did that start, Maxine? Did you have a girlfriend or boyfriend who suggested it to you and introduced you to it? She smiled and paused to find the right words; “Yeah, eh… it was my biker boyfriend. He introduced me to this chick. She was gorgeous and sexy, so we did it with the three of us.
“Do you go to bars and meet, say, girls, couples… or do you go to specific clubs?” “Well,” Maxine continued; “This girl, she showed us the places, like bars and clubs, where couples went to pick up girls and other couples.”
“Did you enjoy those new experiences with couples, Maxine?” She blushed as she came closer and started to whisper;” Yeah, yeah, my God, Tim, some of these couples were experienced and very uninhibited. It was pretty awesome. I couldn’t believe how many hands were all over me... They were jostling to get in between my legs. We were at times going all night long…”
I looked at her slightly blushing face. She had become all excited, hot and aroused just thinking about it. I slowly started to see her in an entirely different light…
“Did you, eh, did you go any further, Max?” She looked at me with questioning eyes; “Further? What do you mean, Tim? Further with what?”
“Well, did you visit clubs, you know… swingers clubs, did you… did you do it in groups, that sort of thing?”
She was silent and blushed, almost in a feverish kind of way. While looking at me she opened the sliding door to the entertainment deck and carefully stepped outside. I joined her as we slowly moved towards the balustrade. We looked at the neighboring high-rise buildings as I heard her soft, trembling voice.
“Yeah, I eh, my boyfriend and I, we went to one of those clubs. I still remember the first time. I was so nervous. I had been anticipating it all day. In the beginning I was at the bar. Then, much later, we went to find out what happened downstairs in the basement. My God, Tim, It was such an eye opener. It was in the semi-darkness down there that I watched my first… orgy...
I was speechless, shocked, aroused, I mean, so many naked bodies… everybody doing everybody... and then the smell and the noises….”
I turned towards her as she sighed. The experience clearly had left its mark on her. It probably was a relief to her that she could clear her mind, that she could talk about it with someone other then her boyfriend.
“Did you… did you… participate…, Maxine?” She looked out over the city and nodded; “Yeah… yeah,” she said softly. “Me and my boyfriend; we had watched it all for a while. I… eh, I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I took off whatever I was still wearing, and together we slowly joined the mass of bodies. I felt hands, fingers, tongues… I… I don’t know, Tim. I did it with so many that night. I came so many times, it all became a blur to me…”
She turned to me. She paused to gather her thoughts; “I’ve split up with my boyfriend three months ago, but I’m still going to clubs. I’ve also met some new people. They organize parties at their homes. You know, those ‘masked’ parties in sparsely lit rooms… very anonymous. In those places, half the time I don’t even know who I’m doing it with…”
She fell silent. We both leaned on the deck’s balustrade, looking out over the city. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. No matter how expected; her ‘descriptions’ still shocked me. The thought of her, Maxine Rutherford, naked, being randomly taken by strangers in a semi-dark basement was unsettling. A thought entered my mind; as a result of those experiences, how much of a swinger girl had she become? How far would she go?
I decide to find out.
“Looking as you do, Maxine… have you ever thought about being in front of a camera… you know… adult films… or something like that?” A pause followed. “Yeah, sure…” she suddenly readily admitted to my surprise. She came alive as she turned around; “Yeah, I thought about it but I can’t because you can never hide it. Someone will see it and recognize you eventually. And with my career…” She laughed as she grabbed her waist with both hands; “And you look at my beer belly, I’ve got too many pounds on me right now anyway…”
We turned away from the balustrade and headed for the lounge’s sliding door; “Oh, you’d do fine Max. I think it’s very sexy, showing yourself like that. I eh… I could organize someone with a camera for you… I know a guy, a good contact; he’s very experienced and discreet. It would be just you and him. He could shoot you in a certain way; you would be unrecognizable. All a matter of angles and poses… Nobody would ever know its you…”
I knew if I would cover her main concern, she could probably be convinced. I carefully gauged her response. She hesitated but looked interested. Her extra weight was definitely still on her mind. “We…eh, we can do it at the end of the month or so, Max,” I spoke softly to create intimacy. “Gives you time to prepare. I‘ll call you few days before. I’ll ask him and his camera during the weekend… its nice and quiet then…”
I felt and I saw that she secretly wanted to do it. I had touched upon her inner exhibitionist. As the nice, casual blonde she was, she apparently didn’t have any qualms taking her clothes off and showing it all. She more and more came round to the idea.
“Hmm, give me your number, Max. A girl like you, you will look terrific. You will love it, showing off in front of the camera.”
She slowly moved away, but turned around as I tapped her on the arm; “One more thing Max,” I whispered smilingly; “Don’t wax, girl. Bald is boring nowadays, we all love blond hair down there.”
She slightly grinned as she turned around and went towards her mother who was ready to leave. I was left behind, aroused, shocked.
Maxine Rutehrford was a swinger, an ‘easy’ girl.
Her casual willingness to get involved in x-rated photos showed an entirely different side to her personality. Her former biker boyfriend might have had quite an influence on her, causing her to be easy, ready to bed anyone. Me noticing that split second gesture a fortnight ago, had led to the unearthing of a vast underground sexual network of very promiscuous people.
It was a few weeks later, on a Thursday, close to the end of the month, as I called her mobile. It rang out and I left a message. Late in the evening I tried again. “Oh, hello Maxine, is this you?” “Yeah, who are you?” “It’s Tim, eh… remember, we spoke at your mum’s office a few weeks ago…”
“Yeah, yeah, Tim… I remember. What’s up?”
“Can you make time on Saturday? I’ve got a guy with a camera. He wants you to pose for him…” For a few seconds it was silent on the other end. “Hello, Max, are you there?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m here… I eh… eh… I’d forgot about it to be honest… I’m doing my exams next week so….”
I somehow expected this response. As flighty youngsters who live in the moment did, it probably slipped her mind, or… she had lost interest… I needed to force the issue, if I was to get anywhere.
“Eh, Maxine… what are your plans on Saturday? Do you have a spare few hours? I’ll send a pre-paid taxi around to pick you up and deliver you to the studio.”
“Oh, I don’t know Tim,” she said. “It’s all a bit sudden, I didn’t prepare…” All this didn’t surprise me either. People like her were notoriously disorganized. It’s was spur-of-the-moment and improvisation with them. Still, I didn’t let go.
“You look fine as you are, Max. Would you have time on Saturday around 3pm? The taxi will be at your place. All you have to do is be there, get in, get out at the other end, and meet a guy named Mike. He’ll show you what to do. Easy. You don’t want to forgo an opportunity like this, girl…”
“Yeah… well… I don’t know… oh… okay, okay I’ll do it.” Maxine hesitantly made up her mind. “I’ll try to be there. Saturday 3pm.”
A week later I ran into Mike as I needed some general stock photo material for a publication and knew that he had extensive generic file material. One afternoon I met up with him in his studio. While talking I remembered his shoot with Maxine the week before. I hadn’t heard anything about it, neither from Max, nor from Mike. So I got curious and casually asked him how it went. He mysteriously smiled, opened one of his drawers, and produced a memory stick. He inserted it into his laptop’s USB socket.
“She… eh…, she was one hell of a girl, Tim. I… eh…, I was a bit taken aback by her. We wanted to do just some shots but eh…, we ended up doing much more… I mean, much… much more…” The laptop booted up and launched the memory stick. “She really liked what we were doing on Saturday,” Mike continued. “So she begged me to let her return on Sunday. The next day she didn’t arrive alone… You’ll see it on the disc; it has several parts.”
I concentrated on the laptop as it showed photos of her fully dressed, moving around the studio. They were probably shots to test the light and let her get used to the studio set. I looked at the digital clock on the wall. I had a few deadlines to meet back at the publishing house. I apologized to Mike for running out of time but asked him if he could burn me a copy. Because of the sensitivity of the material, I would bring it back the next day. That evening, at home, I poured myself a glass of wine, and inserted the disc into the flat screen TV.
The first ten minutes were a monotonous loop of images. The above-mentioned test shots that showed Maxine, wandering around the studio. Then all of a sudden there was video. She was wearing a black tight latex mask, covering her face just above her nose, and hiding her blond hair. Dressed in jeans and a white shirt, she was standing in front of a red upholstered bed with studio lights above it and began to slowly unbuckle her belt.
She laughed and teased Mike behind the camera; “What… eh, what are we here for today, Mike..? Any ideas? Shall I… make myself… comfortable?” “Hmmm,” I heard Mike’s voice from behind the camera; “I think I know something you can do…” Mike’s hand appeared from the corner of the screen. Maxine smiled and stared seductively into the camera as Mike’s fingers slowly undid the buttons of her white shirt. The camera followed his hand as it slid down and unbuttoned Maxine’s jeans.
The camera moved up and focused on Maxine’s face, behind her partially latex-covered face; “Oh Mike, you’re a naughty boy,” she purred. “Do you…do you want me to take it all off, and get naked for you?”
She seemed very comfortable taking her clothes off as she slowly pulled down the zipper and slid off her jeans, exposing her white underwear. She moved around the studio and turned around to face the camera, smiling while sliding off her white shirt. That was Maxine, as I had never seen or imagined her. It was clear by now, from the look on the visible part of her face that she was quite aroused. After she took off her white shirt she slowly turned around. Looking at her from behind, I watched her delicately unclip her white bra. She looked over her shoulder towards the camera and slid off the garment. The camera panned down. It focused on Maxine’s fingers as she released the clips of her panties on her hips and slowly pulled the fabric from between her legs. Mike zoomed in and captured her blond curls between her long, slim legs.
She slowly turned around. On hands and knees she mounted the red bed under the studio lights. As the camera panned in she opened her legs wide, exposing in detail her blond pubic hair and long slit in the middle. She had lost weight since we spoke weeks ago. Her body was not model material but very much Maxine. Because of the black latex mask she stayed anonymous; Maxine Rutherford was unrecognizable. She was just another naked girl, showing off her ’assets.’ She arched her back and started to finger herself in between her legs. She twisted her body while staring at where Mike was. The camera slowly panned in on her blond pubic hair, her open mouth and her hungry eyes, staring from behind the latex mask. I was surprised how close the camera came to her.
Suddenly Mike’s hand appeared. “Yeah Mike, “Maxine moaned. She closed her eyes and pushed up her chest as his hand ran over her small breasts and rock hard pink nipples, firmly massaging and squeezing them. She arched her back as his hand ran over her midriff. “You like this baby, you want more?” The camera zoomed in as the hand slid over her pubic hair into her crotch. “Oh God, Mike, yeah, grope me… fuck, yeah…” Mike’s hand repeatedly slid in between her legs while I heard Maxine’s panting voice in the background. She turned around, looked over her shoulder into the lens, spread her knees wide and pushed up her bottom. The camera moved lower and showed Mike’s hand, running over her bottom, groping her blatantly from behind in between her arse cheeks. I heard her moan in the background as Mike’s fingers pushed into her blond bush hanging in between her legs, teasing her opening slit.
I was shocked, felt on edge, as I stopped the footage to pour another glass of wine and gather my thoughts. I kept reminding myself; this was our Sales Director Louise Rutherford’s daughter Maxine, stark naked on my flat screen, all because I picked up on that erotic split-second gesture four weeks ago. The next few minutes showed her naked rolling on the bed, frantically masturbating, rubbing herself between her legs while staring at the camera, the sexual heat burning in her eyes.
Another clip followed. Dressed in a long coat she got out of a car. She entered a building and turned up in a deserted office where she dropped it on the floor. She was naked in a place that looked familiar to me. I froze the image and came closer to the screen.
It was the publishing company’s office.
Mike and the camera followed her around as she wandered barefoot and nude past the workstations, into the lounge area and outside, onto the deck. The cool wind swirled around as she exposed herself while looking over the city. Back inside, sitting on top of her mother’s executive desk, she opened her legs wide, showing off her blond slit, staring erotically at the lens. Mike’s hand again entered the screen. Maxine threw her head back and raised her midriff as his flat hand rubbed through her crotch.
The camera gradually panned over to the white workbench in the middle of the office. Maxine, naked and on her back, trembled with open mouth as she fingering herself furiously. I saw in her eyes, staring from behind the black latex mask, how worked up she was, how she really wanted to orgasm on the bench in the middle of her mother’s workplace.
The screen went blank. I stopped the disc, presuming this was the end. I went to the fridge to top up my wine glass. My mind was in turmoil. I was still coming to grips with the confronting raw nakedness and horny exhibitionism of Louise Rutherford’s daughter. Vivid images of her private parts had engraved itself into my brain. I now knew what she looked like behind her jeans.
Suddenly I remembered Mike’s words about the disc containing ‘several parts’… I went back to my flat screen and re-inserted the CD. Would there still be more clips that I missed? I sat through a few minutes of blank screen when suddenly an image of Mike’s studio re-appeared. The wobbly camera slowly moved around, recording an empty set. I heard incessant breathing and moaning and wondered what was going on. The camera panned downwards. I came closer to the screen. My breath stopped. I saw naked silhouettes. I counted. Around eight to ten people were clusterfucking each other on red mattresses on the studio floor. Everyone wore black latex masks, covering their eyes and hair. I recognized Maxine’s body in the pile of flesh. Mike produced close ups of hard red cocks pushing into Maxine’s mouth and penetrating her red swollen slit. He was zooming in as Maxine's face dissapeared into someones pubic hair. Naked in between all the others, hands squeezed and groped her body. Maxine Rutherford was being taken by multiple partners. At the height of the action Mike’s camera closed in on her contorting body. His hand entered the screen and caressed her red distressed face; “You look so hot baby,” I heard Mike whisper. Maxine arched her back as she rode some guys’ hard cock. She stared at Mike for a moment with her desperate eyes, as in a trance. Then others crowded around her, groping her, obscuring her from the camera.
I stopped the footage and removed the disc. My mind was in disarray. I emptied my wine glass. I remembered Mike telling me that she ‘wanted to come back the next day, Sunday’. I now understood the reason. Maxine Rutherford rounded up her fuck friends for an orgy in Mike’s studio. I was not surprised anymore. My impression of Maxine had turned 180 degrees. I had discovered another, hidden, side of her. I now knew what was underneath her respectable veneer. I placed the disc in its casing, ready to be returned to Mike the next day.
The following weeks at work were difficult for me. Every time I worked with my boss, Sales Director Louise Rutherford, I saw visions of her daughter, stark naked on her desk. Meeting Maxine was even more precarious. I now knew what she looked like between her legs, behind the fabric of her washed-out jeans. I visualized the cocks in her mouth, her blond pubic hair, surrounding the hard meat sliding up her throbbing red slit. I saw her finally for what she was; an uninhibited girl who was very willing indeed.
As said, the most captivating part of life is in its details. By coincidence I found a very unexpected side of Maxine Rutherford. A hidden side of her that stayed with me to erotically intrigue me for decades.
Curious
(An audacious look behind the façade of a seemingly proper girl)
The most intriguing part of life is in its details. A hidden reality is found in unexpected gestures that only last a split second. A different secret side of a person, discovered within a moment. These unexpected revelations always fascinated and excited me, especially when they were of a highly erotic nature.
My name is Tim James. I’m 54-years old, slim with slightly graying, thick dark hair. Normally dressed in faded jeans, checkered shirt and brown shoes, I’m the gregarious studious type. Never married, and having lived alone all my life, I have always loved traveling, reading books and newspapers. I used to work in the female-dominated publishing industry as a photo editor for many years until I was retrenched for being male and too old. They didn’t use that reason as such, but we all know how discriminatory companies operate. I now spend a lot of my time in art galleries, theatres, bookstores and cafes. I decided to write this account to articulate the memories that have erotically intrigued me for decades.
In 2002 I was working at a publishing company in Melbourne. The organization had recently moved to stylish new premises in the heart of the CBD. The office design was white and bright, with modern computer stations, glass walled meeting rooms, large white workbenches, an extensive kitchen, lounge area and entertainment deck.
The Sales Director was a 55-year old, named Louise Rutherford. She had four grown-up c***dren, one of which was her daughter Maxine. On a beautiful sunny day in late September a social get-together was organized for suppliers, clients and friends. Dozens of people attended. A catering firm provided staff to man the barbeque and serve drinks and canapés. A long table was set out on the entertainment deck. People with drinks mingled throughout the new office and lounge area. One of those attending was 25-year old, tall and slim Maxine Rutherford, the daughter of the company’s Sales Director. Maxine was a down-to-earth blonde with a shy smile. She was only slightly attractive, with her shoulder length blonde hair and dusty blue eyes, so definitely no photo model. Intelligent, and to a certain degree pushed by her parents, she studied to become a business lawyer. There had been faint rumors that Maxine had dated many men, one of them a biker. It raised suspicions of her being promiscuous and led to tensions with her parents.
The intriguing, and erotically charged moment arrived late in the afternoon. Maxine sat on one of the lounge’s chairs, mingling with several other guests, as a young female member of the catering staff passed by, carrying a tray with glasses, filled with champagne. I was out on the deck, looking inside as I saw the split second in which Maxine smiled and caressed the waitress’s thigh as she moved past. The girl looked shocked and annoyed as she immediately brushed the hand away. That gesture briefly exposed an erotic hidden world. I suddenly realized; these two girls knew each other…intimately… Maxine Rutherford bedded girls… and who knows what else… It stirred my curiosity and I decided to try to discover more of that what was obscured.
A few weeks later, around 6pm, Maxine, walked into the office carrying her bag with books. She wore tight, bleached, torn jeans, a white shirt and brown jacket. She had just come from university classes and waited for her mother to drive her home. I decided to meet her in the kitchen or the lounge and steer the conversation towards the events of a fortnight ago. As I poured my coffee in the kitchen I initiated an approach.
“Hey Maxine, long-time no see, you’re coming straight from Uni?” She faintly smiled and nodded: “Hi Tim, yeah, not long to go now. Exams in a few months.”
“What kind of law? Will you be working with crims in the dock?” We sipped coffee as we slowly walked from the kitchen into the deserted lounge room. “No, company law, I’ll be working on commercial disputes.”
“Hmmm, remember that get-together two weeks ago, Maxine?” I looked at her as she nodded. “I…eh, I couldn’t help noticing that you knew that waitress, am I right, have you two met before?” Maxine smiled coyly; “Yeah, yeah, we know each other all right…” “Did you… get into bed with her, did you… eh… do her, Max?” I probed. She looked a little shocked by my rather pertinent question; “Wow, eh, you really want to know, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I replied; I’m quite intrigued by that.” I decided to press on; “Hmm, did you two meet at a party, or something?” “Yeah,” Maxine hesitantly replied; “We met before and got together with some other people, it was lots of ‘fun’, really cool…”
“Are you into… eh… swinging.., Max?” She looked at me with a faint smile, slightly blushed, hesitated, but then nodded. “Uhuh,” she whispered.
Although expected, her admission shocked, aroused and unsettled me. Proper looking, laid-back, average blonde Maxine Rutherford, daughter of Sales Director Louise Rutherford was a swinger… a fucker… doing guys, girls, maybe groups… oh my God, what did I stumble upon? For a moment I visualized her nude, part of a melee of naked bodies, panting, fornicating. This was a very erotic turn of events… I managed to mask my surprise and decided to try to learn more about her secret erotic life, about the horny, uninhibited whore, that was sheltering underneath her proper veneer.
Her admission encouraged me. It lowered a barrier. Because of my measured response she might feel more at ease and open up.
“How did that start, Maxine? Did you have a girlfriend or boyfriend who suggested it to you and introduced you to it? She smiled and paused to find the right words; “Yeah, eh… it was my biker boyfriend. He introduced me to this chick. She was gorgeous and sexy, so we did it with the three of us.
“Do you go to bars and meet, say, girls, couples… or do you go to specific clubs?” “Well,” Maxine continued; “This girl, she showed us the places, like bars and clubs, where couples went to pick up girls and other couples.”
“Did you enjoy those new experiences with couples, Maxine?” She blushed as she came closer and started to whisper;” Yeah, yeah, my God, Tim, some of these couples were experienced and very uninhibited. It was pretty awesome. I couldn’t believe how many hands were all over me... They were jostling to get in between my legs. We were at times going all night long…”
I looked at her slightly blushing face. She had become all excited, hot and aroused just thinking about it. I slowly started to see her in an entirely different light…
“Did you, eh, did you go any further, Max?” She looked at me with questioning eyes; “Further? What do you mean, Tim? Further with what?”
“Well, did you visit clubs, you know… swingers clubs, did you… did you do it in groups, that sort of thing?”
She was silent and blushed, almost in a feverish kind of way. While looking at me she opened the sliding door to the entertainment deck and carefully stepped outside. I joined her as we slowly moved towards the balustrade. We looked at the neighboring high-rise buildings as I heard her soft, trembling voice.
“Yeah, I eh, my boyfriend and I, we went to one of those clubs. I still remember the first time. I was so nervous. I had been anticipating it all day. In the beginning I was at the bar. Then, much later, we went to find out what happened downstairs in the basement. My God, Tim, It was such an eye opener. It was in the semi-darkness down there that I watched my first… orgy...
I was speechless, shocked, aroused, I mean, so many naked bodies… everybody doing everybody... and then the smell and the noises….”
I turned towards her as she sighed. The experience clearly had left its mark on her. It probably was a relief to her that she could clear her mind, that she could talk about it with someone other then her boyfriend.
“Did you… did you… participate…, Maxine?” She looked out over the city and nodded; “Yeah… yeah,” she said softly. “Me and my boyfriend; we had watched it all for a while. I… eh, I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I took off whatever I was still wearing, and together we slowly joined the mass of bodies. I felt hands, fingers, tongues… I… I don’t know, Tim. I did it with so many that night. I came so many times, it all became a blur to me…”
She turned to me. She paused to gather her thoughts; “I’ve split up with my boyfriend three months ago, but I’m still going to clubs. I’ve also met some new people. They organize parties at their homes. You know, those ‘masked’ parties in sparsely lit rooms… very anonymous. In those places, half the time I don’t even know who I’m doing it with…”
She fell silent. We both leaned on the deck’s balustrade, looking out over the city. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. No matter how expected; her ‘descriptions’ still shocked me. The thought of her, Maxine Rutherford, naked, being randomly taken by strangers in a semi-dark basement was unsettling. A thought entered my mind; as a result of those experiences, how much of a swinger girl had she become? How far would she go?
I decide to find out.
“Looking as you do, Maxine… have you ever thought about being in front of a camera… you know… adult films… or something like that?” A pause followed. “Yeah, sure…” she suddenly readily admitted to my surprise. She came alive as she turned around; “Yeah, I thought about it but I can’t because you can never hide it. Someone will see it and recognize you eventually. And with my career…” She laughed as she grabbed her waist with both hands; “And you look at my beer belly, I’ve got too many pounds on me right now anyway…”
We turned away from the balustrade and headed for the lounge’s sliding door; “Oh, you’d do fine Max. I think it’s very sexy, showing yourself like that. I eh… I could organize someone with a camera for you… I know a guy, a good contact; he’s very experienced and discreet. It would be just you and him. He could shoot you in a certain way; you would be unrecognizable. All a matter of angles and poses… Nobody would ever know its you…”
I knew if I would cover her main concern, she could probably be convinced. I carefully gauged her response. She hesitated but looked interested. Her extra weight was definitely still on her mind. “We…eh, we can do it at the end of the month or so, Max,” I spoke softly to create intimacy. “Gives you time to prepare. I‘ll call you few days before. I’ll ask him and his camera during the weekend… its nice and quiet then…”
I felt and I saw that she secretly wanted to do it. I had touched upon her inner exhibitionist. As the nice, casual blonde she was, she apparently didn’t have any qualms taking her clothes off and showing it all. She more and more came round to the idea.
“Hmm, give me your number, Max. A girl like you, you will look terrific. You will love it, showing off in front of the camera.”
She slowly moved away, but turned around as I tapped her on the arm; “One more thing Max,” I whispered smilingly; “Don’t wax, girl. Bald is boring nowadays, we all love blond hair down there.”
She slightly grinned as she turned around and went towards her mother who was ready to leave. I was left behind, aroused, shocked.
Maxine Rutehrford was a swinger, an ‘easy’ girl.
Her casual willingness to get involved in x-rated photos showed an entirely different side to her personality. Her former biker boyfriend might have had quite an influence on her, causing her to be easy, ready to bed anyone. Me noticing that split second gesture a fortnight ago, had led to the unearthing of a vast underground sexual network of very promiscuous people.
It was a few weeks later, on a Thursday, close to the end of the month, as I called her mobile. It rang out and I left a message. Late in the evening I tried again. “Oh, hello Maxine, is this you?” “Yeah, who are you?” “It’s Tim, eh… remember, we spoke at your mum’s office a few weeks ago…”
“Yeah, yeah, Tim… I remember. What’s up?”
“Can you make time on Saturday? I’ve got a guy with a camera. He wants you to pose for him…” For a few seconds it was silent on the other end. “Hello, Max, are you there?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m here… I eh… eh… I’d forgot about it to be honest… I’m doing my exams next week so….”
I somehow expected this response. As flighty youngsters who live in the moment did, it probably slipped her mind, or… she had lost interest… I needed to force the issue, if I was to get anywhere.
“Eh, Maxine… what are your plans on Saturday? Do you have a spare few hours? I’ll send a pre-paid taxi around to pick you up and deliver you to the studio.”
“Oh, I don’t know Tim,” she said. “It’s all a bit sudden, I didn’t prepare…” All this didn’t surprise me either. People like her were notoriously disorganized. It’s was spur-of-the-moment and improvisation with them. Still, I didn’t let go.
“You look fine as you are, Max. Would you have time on Saturday around 3pm? The taxi will be at your place. All you have to do is be there, get in, get out at the other end, and meet a guy named Mike. He’ll show you what to do. Easy. You don’t want to forgo an opportunity like this, girl…”
“Yeah… well… I don’t know… oh… okay, okay I’ll do it.” Maxine hesitantly made up her mind. “I’ll try to be there. Saturday 3pm.”
A week later I ran into Mike as I needed some general stock photo material for a publication and knew that he had extensive generic file material. One afternoon I met up with him in his studio. While talking I remembered his shoot with Maxine the week before. I hadn’t heard anything about it, neither from Max, nor from Mike. So I got curious and casually asked him how it went. He mysteriously smiled, opened one of his drawers, and produced a memory stick. He inserted it into his laptop’s USB socket.
“She… eh…, she was one hell of a girl, Tim. I… eh…, I was a bit taken aback by her. We wanted to do just some shots but eh…, we ended up doing much more… I mean, much… much more…” The laptop booted up and launched the memory stick. “She really liked what we were doing on Saturday,” Mike continued. “So she begged me to let her return on Sunday. The next day she didn’t arrive alone… You’ll see it on the disc; it has several parts.”
I concentrated on the laptop as it showed photos of her fully dressed, moving around the studio. They were probably shots to test the light and let her get used to the studio set. I looked at the digital clock on the wall. I had a few deadlines to meet back at the publishing house. I apologized to Mike for running out of time but asked him if he could burn me a copy. Because of the sensitivity of the material, I would bring it back the next day. That evening, at home, I poured myself a glass of wine, and inserted the disc into the flat screen TV.
The first ten minutes were a monotonous loop of images. The above-mentioned test shots that showed Maxine, wandering around the studio. Then all of a sudden there was video. She was wearing a black tight latex mask, covering her face just above her nose, and hiding her blond hair. Dressed in jeans and a white shirt, she was standing in front of a red upholstered bed with studio lights above it and began to slowly unbuckle her belt.
She laughed and teased Mike behind the camera; “What… eh, what are we here for today, Mike..? Any ideas? Shall I… make myself… comfortable?” “Hmmm,” I heard Mike’s voice from behind the camera; “I think I know something you can do…” Mike’s hand appeared from the corner of the screen. Maxine smiled and stared seductively into the camera as Mike’s fingers slowly undid the buttons of her white shirt. The camera followed his hand as it slid down and unbuttoned Maxine’s jeans.
The camera moved up and focused on Maxine’s face, behind her partially latex-covered face; “Oh Mike, you’re a naughty boy,” she purred. “Do you…do you want me to take it all off, and get naked for you?”
She seemed very comfortable taking her clothes off as she slowly pulled down the zipper and slid off her jeans, exposing her white underwear. She moved around the studio and turned around to face the camera, smiling while sliding off her white shirt. That was Maxine, as I had never seen or imagined her. It was clear by now, from the look on the visible part of her face that she was quite aroused. After she took off her white shirt she slowly turned around. Looking at her from behind, I watched her delicately unclip her white bra. She looked over her shoulder towards the camera and slid off the garment. The camera panned down. It focused on Maxine’s fingers as she released the clips of her panties on her hips and slowly pulled the fabric from between her legs. Mike zoomed in and captured her blond curls between her long, slim legs.
She slowly turned around. On hands and knees she mounted the red bed under the studio lights. As the camera panned in she opened her legs wide, exposing in detail her blond pubic hair and long slit in the middle. She had lost weight since we spoke weeks ago. Her body was not model material but very much Maxine. Because of the black latex mask she stayed anonymous; Maxine Rutherford was unrecognizable. She was just another naked girl, showing off her ’assets.’ She arched her back and started to finger herself in between her legs. She twisted her body while staring at where Mike was. The camera slowly panned in on her blond pubic hair, her open mouth and her hungry eyes, staring from behind the latex mask. I was surprised how close the camera came to her.
Suddenly Mike’s hand appeared. “Yeah Mike, “Maxine moaned. She closed her eyes and pushed up her chest as his hand ran over her small breasts and rock hard pink nipples, firmly massaging and squeezing them. She arched her back as his hand ran over her midriff. “You like this baby, you want more?” The camera zoomed in as the hand slid over her pubic hair into her crotch. “Oh God, Mike, yeah, grope me… fuck, yeah…” Mike’s hand repeatedly slid in between her legs while I heard Maxine’s panting voice in the background. She turned around, looked over her shoulder into the lens, spread her knees wide and pushed up her bottom. The camera moved lower and showed Mike’s hand, running over her bottom, groping her blatantly from behind in between her arse cheeks. I heard her moan in the background as Mike’s fingers pushed into her blond bush hanging in between her legs, teasing her opening slit.
I was shocked, felt on edge, as I stopped the footage to pour another glass of wine and gather my thoughts. I kept reminding myself; this was our Sales Director Louise Rutherford’s daughter Maxine, stark naked on my flat screen, all because I picked up on that erotic split-second gesture four weeks ago. The next few minutes showed her naked rolling on the bed, frantically masturbating, rubbing herself between her legs while staring at the camera, the sexual heat burning in her eyes.
Another clip followed. Dressed in a long coat she got out of a car. She entered a building and turned up in a deserted office where she dropped it on the floor. She was naked in a place that looked familiar to me. I froze the image and came closer to the screen.
It was the publishing company’s office.
Mike and the camera followed her around as she wandered barefoot and nude past the workstations, into the lounge area and outside, onto the deck. The cool wind swirled around as she exposed herself while looking over the city. Back inside, sitting on top of her mother’s executive desk, she opened her legs wide, showing off her blond slit, staring erotically at the lens. Mike’s hand again entered the screen. Maxine threw her head back and raised her midriff as his flat hand rubbed through her crotch.
The camera gradually panned over to the white workbench in the middle of the office. Maxine, naked and on her back, trembled with open mouth as she fingering herself furiously. I saw in her eyes, staring from behind the black latex mask, how worked up she was, how she really wanted to orgasm on the bench in the middle of her mother’s workplace.
The screen went blank. I stopped the disc, presuming this was the end. I went to the fridge to top up my wine glass. My mind was in turmoil. I was still coming to grips with the confronting raw nakedness and horny exhibitionism of Louise Rutherford’s daughter. Vivid images of her private parts had engraved itself into my brain. I now knew what she looked like behind her jeans.
Suddenly I remembered Mike’s words about the disc containing ‘several parts’… I went back to my flat screen and re-inserted the CD. Would there still be more clips that I missed? I sat through a few minutes of blank screen when suddenly an image of Mike’s studio re-appeared. The wobbly camera slowly moved around, recording an empty set. I heard incessant breathing and moaning and wondered what was going on. The camera panned downwards. I came closer to the screen. My breath stopped. I saw naked silhouettes. I counted. Around eight to ten people were clusterfucking each other on red mattresses on the studio floor. Everyone wore black latex masks, covering their eyes and hair. I recognized Maxine’s body in the pile of flesh. Mike produced close ups of hard red cocks pushing into Maxine’s mouth and penetrating her red swollen slit. He was zooming in as Maxine's face dissapeared into someones pubic hair. Naked in between all the others, hands squeezed and groped her body. Maxine Rutherford was being taken by multiple partners. At the height of the action Mike’s camera closed in on her contorting body. His hand entered the screen and caressed her red distressed face; “You look so hot baby,” I heard Mike whisper. Maxine arched her back as she rode some guys’ hard cock. She stared at Mike for a moment with her desperate eyes, as in a trance. Then others crowded around her, groping her, obscuring her from the camera.
I stopped the footage and removed the disc. My mind was in disarray. I emptied my wine glass. I remembered Mike telling me that she ‘wanted to come back the next day, Sunday’. I now understood the reason. Maxine Rutherford rounded up her fuck friends for an orgy in Mike’s studio. I was not surprised anymore. My impression of Maxine had turned 180 degrees. I had discovered another, hidden, side of her. I now knew what was underneath her respectable veneer. I placed the disc in its casing, ready to be returned to Mike the next day.
The following weeks at work were difficult for me. Every time I worked with my boss, Sales Director Louise Rutherford, I saw visions of her daughter, stark naked on her desk. Meeting Maxine was even more precarious. I now knew what she looked like between her legs, behind the fabric of her washed-out jeans. I visualized the cocks in her mouth, her blond pubic hair, surrounding the hard meat sliding up her throbbing red slit. I saw her finally for what she was; an uninhibited girl who was very willing indeed.
As said, the most captivating part of life is in its details. By coincidence I found a very unexpected side of Maxine Rutherford. A hidden side of her that stayed with me to erotically intrigue me for decades.
Clover
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