Jayne's World Pt. 13

We had been shooting for well over an hour, so we had another break.

"How much longer are we going to shoot for grandad?" I asked.

"Not sure yet Jayne," you said sipping from a glass of water and looking at me.

I was again in the silk robe. It was gaping a bit at the front showing my cleavage and the insides of each breast. I saw that look in your eyes, that men have when they see a bit more of a girl than expected. It was strange and I almost smiled when I thought, 'he's just been taking photos of me naked focusing his camera right on my cunt, yet gets worked up when he sees a bit of tit,' odd things men, aren't they? It was even stranger though, when I realised that I was also becoming more aroused now I was partially dressed. Shit, it was bad enough to be soaking myself when naked, but to feel that slipperiness between my legs and to have my nipples explode with hardness when covered up, was crazy.

"I'd like to do what I call some 'just fucked look' shots Jayne."

"What are they?"

"As the name implies, I want you to give me the look on your face that you've just had sex."

"OK, and wearing what?"

Smiling, you replied, "well let's start with nothing and see where we go from there, ok?"

"Your word is my ... and all that," I grinned back, enjoying the feelings of the near-permanent arousal as you asked me to lie on the green Chesterfield sofa. I snuggled up on it. The chill from the leather that stuck to my bare flesh was strange but not unpleasant, although I worried that my juices might run down my thighs onto it and perhaps stain it. My head was against the arm of the sofa, my body was stretched out along the seats, one leg was straight along the sofa the other was bent with the foot on the floor and my legs were open.

It was happening all over again. It had been there during the break, it had got stronger when I laid on the Chesterfield and had continued as you took shot after shot of me pouting and making facial expressions as if I was cumming or had just had an orgasm. It was actually quite easy, for what was going on was near to being a climax.

"Oh shit," slipped from my mouth when, 'accidentally' my finger found my clit.

"Yes Jayne, yes," you croaked moving very close to me. "Give it to me."

The feelings were pouring over me, I was hot and tingling everywhere. I was starting to cum. I had fought it, I had held it back, I had stopped it showing for such a time, but now the floodgates opened.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as I rubbed harder as you took shots of my fingers on my clit and the now tortured expressions of extreme sexual arousal on my face.

"Rub your tits as well," you sighed.

I cupped my right breast with my left hand with my thumb and fingers pinching and squeezing my nipple as I continued rubbing my clit with the fingers on the other hand.

You were now so close to me. You had one knee on the sofa, about level with my hip. As you bent forward taking close ups of my face and my right boob, I could see the bulge in your tight trousers. It took all the resistance I had to stop myself from reaching out and stroking it.

"Are you near Jayne?" you asked me.

"Yes, yes I am," I breathed as you put the camera on the floor and moved even closer. I watched with aroused amazement as you slid your zip down. There was amazement, but no concern, for it seemed so natural for you to do that. It seemed equally natural for you to get your cock out and hold it as if offering it to me. And it seemed perfectly natural and completely the right thing to do for you to start masturbating.

"Is this ok Jayne?" you asked, nodding towards where your hand was pumping your dick no more than a foot or so away from my face.

I was so aroused at that moment that I doubt that there was little you could have said or done sexually that wouldn't have been ok.

"Yes James, yes, it's very okay," I croaked as my orgasm rapidly developed and started to erupt.

We were both near, that was clear from the way you were slowing down and taking longer strokes of your stunningly hard cock. Considering this was the second time it had been this hard within a few hours that really was pretty good going for a guy of your age and I wondered whether you'd been taking Viagra or Cialis. It was also clear from the look on your face and the deeper breathing that you were getting near.

"Oh yes," you moaned, "are you near Jayne, are you cumming?"

You reached out and held my hand squeezing it reassuringly and consolingly when I whispered.

"Yes, darling, yes I am."

Positioning yourself so that your pumping hand and thrusting erection were hovering over my body, you pointed the bulbous head of your cock at my right breast so it was just inches away from it and nodding at it asked.

"Can I Jayne, can I cum on your tits?"

My body and mind were now in total free fall. I was climaxing very strongly. All reason, all inhibitions, all moral standards, all thoughts of what I shouldn't do and all restrictions on what I should let you do left me. I was yours to do with as you wished.

Just before I nearly blacked out from the amazingly powerful sensations, I managed to croak, "yes." As I muttered that, I felt the warm, splattering of your sperm landing on both of my breasts, in the cleavage between them and with a couple of spurts, onto my face.