Random Encounter by Allyson Lindt

Nine

Phillip

First time I saw this room in Dustin’s house, one question popped into my head before any others.

“Did you used to be... a cam boy?” There was Adrienne, mimicking my thoughts. “I thought...”

That we weren’t making porn.

Dustin’s chuckle was kind. “I wasn’t and we’re not.” He flicked on the row of overhead lights meant for more neutral lighting, rather than the dimmer, more seductive mood the other bank offered. “I’ve done a lot of jobs in my life, and this was one of them.”

He gestured at a room that looked straight out of a catalog page—queen sized bed with matching, soft colored bedding and a headboard stained the same way as the dresser and vanity table.

Yup, straight out of a catalogue photo shoot, including the tripods, and cameras locked away on the opposite side of the room.

“And by this you don’t mean porn.” Adrienne was skeptical.

I had to clear the air. “Boudoir shoots.”

“Ahh.” Understanding spread over her face.

Dustin made his way to the cabinet with the electronics, pulled out a video recorder, and attached it to one of the tripods. “Turns out a lot of men get the wrong idea when someone like me photographs their significant other in sexy lingerie. Or less.”

“So, um, what do we do now?” Adrienne must have suddenly found her shoes fascinating. The abrupt shyness made her sexier.

“Dustin, what kind of room do we have to maneuver?” I asked. He and I had used the room a few times for a range of projects, but they’d all been still shots. I’d specifically promised Adrienne clothes on because the thought of teasing her, stripping her down, and fucking her until she screamed with ecstasy, all in front of a camera, gave me a full-on chubby.

And if she was as timid and inexperienced with sex as she claimed, I wasn’t the guy to help her discover whether or not she was capable of no-strings-fucking.

Dustin pointed at the floor. “Keep it on the rug, including the bed, and the camera will catch it.”

Smart man.

I loosely grasped Adrienne’s hand and led her to the approximate middle of the rug. “Where do you want to start?”

She shrugged, but didn’t pull her hand away, despite not meeting my gaze. “Pretend I don’t know anything about anything.” Her head flew up. “I do. Know some things. Not nearly as many as I probably should at my age, but I was married, I’m not a virgin, I’m just not—” She clenched her jaw shut.

God, how desperately I wanted to help her figure out what she really liked. And possibly beat the shit out of an ex-husband who hadn’t done that with her. Nah, I wasn’t a violent guy. I’d just make sure he knew what he’d missed out on.

“We’ll start at the beginning, and work our way up.” I stepped behind her and angled us to face Dustin. “Stop me if you need to, for any reason.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Her reply was quiet.

I wasn’t so certain, but it was time to embrace my inner teenager and figure out how much we could get up to without ever leaving first base. I pressed into Adrienne’s back and slid my hands along her hips, to link my fingers and rest my palms on her stomach.

Her quiet sigh was fuel spilling through my veins.

“I’m not that inexperienced,” she said.

I leaned my head in, mouth near her ear. She smelled like strawberries and Reese’s perfume. “You said the beginning.”

“I did. Please, keep going.”

And now I wanted to hear her actually begging. Instead, I glided my hands higher, over her shirt, to lightly cup her breasts.

At her gasp, I was rock hard, my erection pressing into the soft curve of her ass.

“We expect this will be one of our more popular emotes.” I managed to keep my voice even and resist the desire to knead gently. “We’ll need variations on it in the future, so feel free to think about what you’d like to see done differently.”

“Sounds hard.” She paused, then shook her head with a laughing-sigh. “You know what I mean.”

I very distinctly knew what she meant. “Next up…” I glided a hand down her stomach, over her jeans, to cover her crotch. Her hips bucked toward my touch, and it took all of my restraint to keep from responding. “Visually there’s not much to that one, but it’s a favorite of mine.”

“Same. We have so much in common.”

I smiled and spun her to face me, turning us both at the same time so our sides were to the camera. I ran a hand along her ass, down the back of her leg, and hooked her knee to pull it up to my hip. “You see a lot of this in porn.” My hips itched to press closer. “And this is the kind of thing we’re avoiding in game.”

Her giggle was breathy and pink flushed her face and neck. “If that’s the case, why show me?”

“So you can see how completely impractical it is in real life. Can you imagine trying to fuck like this?”

“Believe me, I’m trying.”

Me too. “But no?”

She shook her head. “Maybe… No. Not even if I were fifteen years younger.”

“This, on the other hand.” I let go of her leg to draw a light touch along her jaw and over her neck, before knotting my fingers in her hair with a soft yank.

She whimpered, and I instinctively tightened my grip. I tugged harder, coaxing her to her knees. The way she looked up at me, eyes wide and hungry, was a mirror to my soul.

Her smirk came out of nowhere. “Big surprise. I’m familiar with blow jobs.”

Of course she was. Selfish, inconsiderate ex. "How about this then?” I helped her to her feet, and pressed my body to hers as I angled her toward the bed. “Lie on your back.”

She did.

I didn’t give Adrienne time to consider if this was awkward, as I moved in to prop one of her legs up. I knelt between her thighs. Despite this all being a mime act, I couldn’t help but apply enough pressure to make sure she felt it, as I ran my fingertips up the inside of her thighs, and pressed higher, in every spot I wanted my mouth to be. My head followed the path, diving between her legs.

Having my face this close to her pussy and not being able to take a taste was cruel and unusual punishment, I was pretty sure. Especially when her heavy breathing mingled with the hammering of my pulse in my ears.

“What else?” I asked as I pulled away and tugged her into a sitting position. We hadn’t covered much, but realistically, the average person only screwed in so many positions. As I adjusted myself, both my seat and my dick, I caught a glimpse of Dustin, who watched us, not the camera, with open lust and desire.

“How does it work with more than two people? Actually work?” Adrienne’s question drew my attention again. Her lips were bright, despite her lipstick having faded hours ago, and she alternated between biting and licking the bottom one.

I wanted to lean in and do that for her. “Dustin, leave the camera running, and join us.” I lay down next to Adrienne, and patted my legs. “Straddle me.”

She did, resting her ass a few inches above my knees.

“No one’s dick is that long,” I teased. “In real life or in game. Scoot up.”

Adrienne ducked her head, and didn’t budge.

I rested my hands on her knees, teasing my thumbs along the inside of her legs, and urged her closer. Her weight and heat pressed through two layers of denim to tease my cock.

“Like this?” Her question was breathless.

“Perfect.” More of a growl slid into my reply than I intended. I swallowed hard and summoned the last threads of my composure, to sound normal. “The trick is making room for multiple bodies, in a way that at least tries to prevent leg cramps.”

Dustin knelt behind Adrienne.

I trailed my hands up her ass and over her back, pulling her chest to mine, and Dustin moved to press in behind her.

“And sex is possible like this?” Each breath Adrienne took shuddered through me.

“Possible. Fun. It just takes a little coordination and timing.” I returned my hands to her hips to grip tight, and rocked her in short strokes, while I thrust with my hips. Strictly to prove my point.

Then Adrienne was grinding against me on her own. Her eyelids fluttered while she licked her lips and dry humped me.

I was captivated. And probably about thirty seconds from coming in my jeans, like I was a kid again. It would be worth it. I drew a thumb along her bottom lip.

She gasped and her eyes flew wide open. “So those are the basics, right?” She rolled off me and far enough away to break all contact with both Dustin and me.

That sucked. But it was a good indicator that I was right to not push for more. “Those are the basics.”

“It’s later than I thought, I should go.” Adrienne scurried to her feet. “Thank you for the help. You’ll send me a link to the file on the cloud or something?” she asked Dustin. “For reference, of course.”

“Yeah. Of course.” Dustin’s voice was thick with lust.

She took a few steps toward the door. “I should get going.”

“Once you’ve reviewed, let us know what else you need to see.” I couldn’t have the night end on an off note. We all had to look each other in the eye on Monday.

Adrienne’s smile flickered through her discomfort. “I will. Thank you for a great night. All of it.”

“I’ll walk you out.” I had to adjust myself again when I stood. It was tempting to stay here. Fuck Dustin. Cuddle after? Nope. I didn’t know where that impulse came from, but I wasn’t indulging it.

“I’ll call you in the morning, Phillip,” Dustin called as we left.

Adrienne and I were quiet as we headed outside. But her smile and thank you were genuine when we reached her car. I waited until she was on the road, then headed out as well. The instant I got home, I was going to beat off until I was raw.