London 5:4 - Sophie and the film collector

there's still plenty of time to enter the summer audio contest - the new deadline for entries is: 14th September 2007 - I'd very much love you to take part x Here's a little something to help inspire you, as we continue the fifth chapter of Sophie in London...

Sophie had anticipated some kind of plot to the movie, something to perhaps establish a context for what they were about to watch, but it was clear from the start that this wasn't something that interested Uncle James. As the film began, the tone of the piece was established immediately. A darkened bedroom, two girls on the bed together, already kissing each other sensually, just a hint of light illuminating them from one source, casting shadows across them, emphasising the curves of their bodies, their beauty and sensuality. Already it reminded Sophie of her own experiences, of her darkened bedroom with its single window, the place where she had watched so many girls together, performing for her pleasure. Such voyeurism was a constant ache inside her - the need to watch, to enjoy without necessarily being a full participant, to masturbate delightfully, perhaps only later joining them on the bed, when she could take no more.

Even before the girls began to undress each other on the screen, Sophie could feel herself becoming wet.

Uncle James was silent next to her, but she could already sense his arousal. She had asked to see one of his favourites, so it was inevitable that it would excite him. Sophie was more aware of his presence now than she had ever been before.

On the screen, it took little time for the girls to become naked. They were young - for Sophie's tastes a little too young, perhaps 18 or 19 - but she couldn't take her eyes away from their exquisite bodies, firm and toned, smooth and sleek, their curves capturing the light so gorgeously. And the way they moved together - this clearly wasn't the first time they had been so intimate. Hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, their lips greedy, kissing passionately, a little urgently, as they moved and writhed together onscreen. Sophie had never seen a movie like this before - she kept expecting the images to fade, or the camera to pan up to the curtains discreetly, but it remained on them, staying with them, watching as their fingers teased and stroked, their touch becoming more intimate as each minute passed, the camera lingering on firm young breasts, lips licking and sucking over and around deliciously erect nipples.

The scene kept running, showing no signs of ceasing, and the images were becoming more explicit, and intensely sexual. Ten minutes in, and one of the girls was now on her back, the other girl half draped across her, rubbing herself against her, her hand firmly between the other girl's open thighs. Sophie could hear how wet she was, her pulse racing as she watched fingers sliding eagerly over dripping wet pussy lips, parting them, slipping easily inside, a tremor of the girl's thighs indicating her pleasure. Delightful gasps and groans from both the girls filled the little cinema theatre, threatening to overwhelm Sophie's senses. Beside her, she was sure she could hear Uncle James breathing a little more heavily, but she didn't dare look. Sophie was intensely aroused now, a warm wetness pooling between her thighs, her clit pulsing all by itself, demanding attention.

The images on screen were becoming more urgent, the girl on her back being finger fucked deliciously, intimate little splashes accompanying each thrust between her wide open thighs, pushing the girl closer and closer to orgasm. Sophie couldn't take much more. She needed to leave, or she was going to end up doing something she might regret. But she couldn't leave - she had brought this upon herself, and getting up to leave now would end up causing a scene, and would embarrass Uncle James. More than anything, she couldn't bear to hurt his feelings in that way.

And more to the point, she didn't really want to leave. She could see why James liked this so much. There was nothing fake about this, and no discomfort from the girls, they were clearly thoroughly enjoying themselves, intensely aroused, almost unaware they were being filmed. The girl on her back was so wet - Sophie could see a small trickle of wetness dribbling down from her cunt, her gasps and groans becoming more urgent, ringing around the small theatre now.

Sophie needed to touch herself, needed it so much. The cinema was dark, but she couldn't be sure that James wouldn't see. But she was so damn wet. She was moving in her seat now - very very carefully, almost imperceptibly, doing her best not to give anything away, but she was swaying in time with them, desperately needing to be on the bed with them. She heard herself gasp with pleasure, biting her lip, wishing and hoping that Uncle James hadn't heard her. And god she needed to come so much.

Hoping James's attention was completely on the screen, she slowly crossed her thighs, continuing to watch, crossing her ankles too, her thighs locked together, squeezing them, trying not to move too much, clenching them together rhythmically, squeezing her buttocks, keeping up the rhythm. She had rarely tried this, but she was so wet, so aroused, her clit swollen, pulsing, throbbing... she felt herself gasp again, trying to stifle it... rocking a little in her seat now... it was making little creaking noises under her, but she couldn't stop herself, clenching her thighs tighter, rhythmically squeezing... god she was so close... her hands gripping the arms of the seat, desperately trying not to touch herself... and then the girl on the screen began to come... suddenly convulsing, arching from the bed as the other girl's hand thrust deep into her cunt... the girl screamed with pleasure, and it was all Sophie could take... one of her hands grabbing the arm of the seat, her other hand suddenly clasped her breast through her silk dress, and she began to come, feeling herself convulse, unable to stop it, suddenly groaning with intense pleasure, the sound of her orgasm echoing around the theatre, betraying her, shuddering as she came, smaller convulsions rippling through her, again and again.

As she regained her senses, still pulsing, still riding the orgasm, Sophie was suddenly aware of her Uncle James, now looking directly at her, intensely aroused...

to be continued...