3 comments/ 20952 views/ 10 favorites Unauthorized Exposure By: happy_bloke I first saw her undressing as she slid her summer dress over her head revealing her bikini; she was on the lawn outside her house in the shared back garden of our quadrangle. We had moved into our respective shared houses the previous weekend, and had spent the week getting used to our new surroundings. I had moved into university accommodation for my post-graduate year and I had a ground floor bedroom looking out onto a small square garden area that was shared between four houses, all reserved for post-graduates. In my house there had been none of the drunken frolicking that the first years had been involved in, we post grads had looked on with wry smiles as we watched them lose their cool, their respectability and for some their virginity. We had been through it all a few years previously and were in many ways were relieved that the expectations were not upon us to live through the alcohol fuelled week. I moved into our house and had unpacked my computers and music equipment, it was a nice sized three bedroom house shared between three blokes, with a big bright kitchen and our three bedrooms. The others' rooms were upstairs, but my room was at the back with a big south facing window that caught the sun most of the day. We had returned to the campus in September and were lucky in that first week that some late summer sunshine had blessed us, extending what had already been a long warm summer, somewhat out of character for Southern England. I got up that morning, donning shorts and a T-shirt wondering what we'd get up to on the second weekend of term. I had not been expecting it to be so warm, it was already in the 20s and I had to dig into my stuff to find the shorts. I was looking out my window when she had opened the door to her kitchen in the house behind mine, facing onto the other side of the square of grass that we all had access to. She emerged bare foot onto the slightly wet grass sometime around eleven in the morning, there was a little dew left on the grass and the sun glinted over the lawn. She walked out in a white dress with her long brown hair streaming down her back, when she felt the cold dew on her feet I saw her flinch, but then she felt the sun hit her legs and she obviously decided to brave the conditions. I was immediately attracted to her, she was not too tall, perhaps 5' 6" and was petite with gentle curves at the hips and breasts. I was looking out of my window, about to go and meet some friends at the lab when she emerged into my view, the sun reflecting back off her striking white skin. I guessed that she had not seen much of the sun that summer as her skin tone was very light, the classic English Rose. She had a very cute face, a small nose and a round red mouth. She put her chair down onto the grass in the sun, and spread her towel out over it then skipped lightly back in to the kitchen. I looked at my watch to see how late I was going to be, but I was rather enraptured by the sight of her, and decided that my colleagues could wait a few minutes for me. The girl returned with a thick novel, the name of which I couldn't read but which looked pretty intellectual, and a hot steaming mug of tea. The sun was coming round behind her, and I enjoyed the sun streaming through the fabric of the dress, showing her legs silhouetted against the fabric. Her legs were beautifully shaped, perfectly curved, excellent muscle tone but not too heavy. The dress was thin white cotton, the skirt quite long, just below the knee and quite loose. The bodice was much tighter and I studied it to see the lines of her underwear through it, I could make out the two triangles of slightly paler areas covering her breasts. The dress was very nicely low cut anyway, and it was very pleasant to make see the curves of the insides of her breasts sloping down to the top of her dress. I could feel myself becoming aroused as I studied her figure, wondering how I might engineer an excuse to go and have a chat with her. I wondered to myself what she would look like without her dress on, considering in my mind what style and design of underwear she was wearing, it was perhaps not very gentlemanly, but really quite typical for a young bloke. I stepped back into the shadows of the window, aware that while I stood at the window enjoying her figure, she could probably see me too. I noticed her face react slightly as I moved back, and wondered whether perhaps she had already caught a glimpse of me through the window. I felt a little uncomfortable; it wasn't my normal style to spy on people. She looked around at the windows of the other three houses enclosing the quad including my own, and then much to my surprise and indeed delight, she put her hands to the hem of her dress and swiftly pulled the entire garment up over her head, revealing a splendid bikini. She paused slightly as she slowly lifted the bodice above her head, slowly threading her hair up through the straps. By this time her hands were pulled up high above her head and her breasts were gorgeously lifted up, her top stretched tight over them. The bottom edges of her top rode up slightly, just nicely showing off the bottom curves of her breasts. In the middle of the white triangle of thin material, a noticeable protrusion clearly showed both where her nipple was, and also that the slightly cool air was still keeping her a little cool. Her bikini was a classy white number, the top just two triangles covering her breasts, a halter neck string holding it in place, and another string reaching behind her back. The top was nicely shaped, big enough to hold her rounded breasts in place, but still allowing a nice line to emerge on the inside, showing her tits off perfectly. The front of the bikini brief was another triangle, with strings tied in bows at the side. Once she had discarded her dress, she folded it neatly onto the back of the chair and then ran her fingers around the edge of her bikini top to ensure it was well placed, and also did the same with her briefs. Finally, happy that all was in place, she sat down into the chair, sipped her tea and then picked up her book. She was sitting facing at 90 degrees to me now and I could admire her breasts from the side, partially covered by her top, yet still exposing a decent amount of shapely skin. She seemed completely unaware of her environment, sitting in the middle of a natural auditorium of windows. I wondered how many other fellows had watched her as she had undressed and settled down. She tucked into her book with enthusiasm, obviously reading quickly while occasionally sipping her tea. Once again she put her hand up behind her head, rearranging her hair and pulling the material of her bikini top tight over her curves. I wondered whether she was anticipating the attention, whether she had gone looking for viewers. I stood at my window, debating whether to go and say hello, but aware that I had arranged to meet my mates for an initial discussion on our first project. I didn't want to be late, and pleasant though admiring her was, I stepped away from the window, got my stuff together and went off to the labs. As I walked across campus I tried to focus on our upcoming project, but instead all I could think of was a shapely petite girl in a tiny bikini. We had a very successful day eventually however, the rest of the team were excellent. I was working with one of the best music technology teams in England and I could tell already that we would do excellent work together. When I returned to my rooms later that day, the girl was gone and I regretted my decision to leave earlier. The sun had moved around to the right hand corner of the quad, casting a shadow over where she had been sitting. Even as I thought back to the moment when she had raised the dress over her head I could once again feel myself becoming aroused and hard. I had not had much time for sex in the summer either, too much time at keyboards and mixing desks. A few groupie types hanging around, but they were always chasing after the musicians, not so interested in the techies. A cute French girl had been around with us a little when we had decamped to Brittany for a couple of weeks, but I hadn't got much further than kisses and a quick hand job one drunken evening on the beach. I wondered to myself which room it was she was staying in but all the rooms in the house opposite were dark. I didn't see her again until a few days later. I was sitting at my desk late in the afternoon trying to add some moderately interesting harmonies to a piece I had been putting together, when I glanced across the quad to her house and saw her walk into her kitchen. The light was already on in her house and I could see her clearly as she wandered around the room. She was wearing a nice tight strappy top that once again showed off her tits. I became distracted from my work; my eyes following her round the room as she assembled what I thought was probably some sort of pasta sauce. Her hair was tied up, with a Bic biro jammed through it to keep it in place, a small tuft of hair fell down to the nape of her neck in a delightful way. I studied the way that her breasts bounced lightly as she moved around the room, and the way the material of the top gathered under the curves of her breasts. I was sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I tried to watch discreetly, my face mainly facing towards the screen, plausible deniability from accusations of watching. From time to time she glanced at the window and I wondered whether she could see me, whether she had noticed me. It was not clear to me, but I had a suspicion that she probably had. She looked like a very bright cookie, with quick darting eyes covering all the details of her cooking while chatting with one of her housemates who was sitting nearby. After she had eaten, she left the kitchen and I looked back to my screen, my ideas were somewhat splintered, knocked into smithereens on the floor. I tried to regain my focus but could tell that the bulge in my trousers was draining my brain power. I noticed the light go on in the room next to the kitchen in the house across the quad and the mystery girl appeared at the window. She looked straight towards me, and I was suddenly aware that she was now definitely aware that I was there. Well, I thought to myself, it really was no fault of my own that we had been brought together in this way. I turned back to my screen, pretending to get back on with my work. She came right up to the window and pulled the curtains further together. They were cheap curtains though much like the ones that I had in my room, not really wide enough and anyway she did not make a very thorough job. They fell back slightly leaving a gap of around 30cm between them. I stared at the screen, trying to keep my head focussed on it, or at least facing the right direction. Through the edge of my vision I could feel her standing there still in the middle of the gap in the curtains, looking out. Still I fought the urge to look out at her. It was difficult to tell without looking directly but I thought I saw her hands go down to her waist and then, agonisingly, I could tell that she was pulling the top up, over the curves of her tits, up over her nipples and then finally completely over the top of her head. I had been right, she was wearing nothing underneath and from the limited view that my peripheral vision allowed. She had a perfect pair of breasts, a nice full B cup, with light pink nipples. Even once she had taken her top off, she remained stationary, playing with her hair. I struggled to maintain the pretence of working, looking slightly over to the side of my desk towards her while lifting my eyes to get a better view of her. She moved her hands down to her waist and started feeling for the button. Next she removed her shorts as well, leaning forward and down. Finally I could safely look directly at her without her seeing, and I saw her breasts hang down pendulously as she pushed her shorts down to the floor. I couldn't see much of her knickers as she leant forwards although I could make out a line of lace. My cock was fully erect by this time, and I was running one of my fingers around the tip through my trousers, feeding my arousal. She turned sideways allowing me to enjoy the profile of her tits, her nipples quite prominent swelling outwards and upwards, they looked aroused to me, but not perhaps as aroused as I was, my cock hard and pressing tight against my jeans. She dropped a short black dress over her figure as I watched, pulling the hem down and adjusting the halter neck. It had a low back and she slowly spun around herself, obviously checking herself out in the mirror. I sat back, I could feel my heart beating rapidly, I was amazed that her little exhibition had so aroused me, I had seen my share of naked girls but somehow this little private show had completely dominated my attention. I had sat with topless girls chatting on the beach, but none of them had aroused me like this. Had she done this for me, was she trying to attract my attention? I could not understand her motivation. She didn't look a girl that would be 'easy' and yet seemed to be flaunting herself wantonly to me. Having put some makeup on she turned off the light, glancing back one last time through the gap in the curtain, I wondered if she was checking whether I was still watching. My work was over for the day, and anyway there was a gig that I was going to with some mates. I changed into my best jeans and a leather jacket, ignoring the open curtains in the spirit of openness that had apparently become the new norm in our quad and left. I met my friends and we chatted aimlessly about music and footy, I was tempted to tell them about the mystery girl but was worried that they would think that I was a bit of a dirty bastard. I was sure that she had known I was there, I was sure she had undressed for me on purpose but I still felt uncomfortable about it. I was confused and uneasy about myself. The band came on about 3 pints of beer into the evening; they were a decent enough guitar band playing some of their own music plus few covers. We stood fairly far back in the room, nearer the bar really. Most of the crowd were enjoying the band, a few jigging along to the tunes, a few chatting. Once the band had finished, a DJ came on to replace them as the crowd thinned out. As always the early dancers were mainly groups of girls together holding their drinks and chatting away. Another pint in, and I was thinking about joining in a bit of dancing with the two girls in our group, when I was delighted to see the girl from the house behind arrive. She was there with a group of three other girls; all dressed in fabulous sexy dresses. She looked great in her dress, the low back showing off her taught figure, the front pulled quite tight against her breasts. She danced enthusiastically and rather well, the dress whirling around showing off her legs, and her unsupported breasts bobbing pleasingly in time to the music. My group of friends joined the action on the dance floor, the girls in our group, Laura and Sophie, dragging us along. I had never been a great dancer, but a few pints of beer made me a willing victim and we all bounced along to the music. The DJ knew his crowd and it was a decent set, good beats but not too 'dance' for the crowd. Suddenly at my elbow, the mystery girl appeared with one of her friends. I turned to look at her as she clipped my arm, and then put her face to Laura's ear and spoke to her. They engaged in a chat as it became apparent that they knew each other. After a few sentences, they both turned and looked at me, and my stomach turned. I was horrified that the girl was grassing me up to Laura, telling her about my propensity to watch an innocent woman undressing in preparation for a night out. 'Hey Jack', Laura shouted out at me. 'This is a friend of mine, Brigitte, she is in my drawing class, and she wants to say Hello'. 'Hello Brigitte', I replied, leaning forward to meet her cheek as she moved forward to greet me. 'Hello Jack, very pleased to meet you'. I wondered exactly where this was going to go, did she know who I was? Was she going to mention anything? 'I have seen you around the quad, how do you find it?' She noted, and I breathed a sigh of relief that at least she had breached the subject of our shared housing. 'Yeah, they are pretty nice houses, good size rooms, nice and bright.' 'Yes and it's nice that they look out onto the garden too.' She spoke the words looking back into my eyes, with a slightly wicked grin on her face. She had quite a posh accent, and I guessed she was a privately educated girl, probably from the Home Counties, Sussex or Surrey perhaps. 'Yes, the rooms are lovely, and mine is lovely and bright, yours less so I guess'. I was still un-comfortable, unsure where she was going to take this. 'What are you studying?', She asked. 'I am doing a post-grad course in Music Technology, a mixture of composition, programming, a bit of performance. Hoping to get a place in the music industry. How about you?' 'I am doing some research in French Art History.' She replied, a serious thoughtful look passing across her face. 'Oh really, what sort of thing, are you writing a paper about anything now, what's it about?', I inquired. 'Hmm, not sure really. I have been considering a subject like "The French Nude in the 1800s, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism." As she said this, I could not help but turn quickly to look at her. She was laughing at me quietly, her eyes glinting with a cheeky look. She grinned back at me and I wondered whether she was joking or serious. I decided to play along. 'Hey cool, well that's going to be pretty fun, you mean like "Dejeuner Sur l'Herbe", those nice nude girls sitting with the dull guys in suits.', I commented, furiously thinking about exactly how I could continue a conversation with her without getting involved in a discussion of taking ones clothes off in front of someone else. 'Yeah, I think so, I have always loved those pictures and thought it might make an interesting study, particularly in this age when nudity is so permanently 'available'. There is an interesting parallel between that period where nudes were very popular. I find it all quite intriguing. I have always been a bit prudish before though and thought it would be a challenge to me, to get into the minds of those artists and models.' 'Well sounds great to me, I have always been a big fan of nudes.' I commented with a grin. Perhaps the drinking had got to me in the end, and even as I was saying it, I thought that perhaps it wasn't quite the most appropriate thing to say. Fortunately she laughed at me, and took my arm, dragging me back onto the dance floor for a few more tracks. I was spared having to find anything appropriate to say about the female nude without me telling her exactly how delicious her breasts had looked earlier that evening. We danced as a group, but Brigitte kept near me, commenting on the music, the other guys and their dancing style. It was a very pleasant few minutes; she danced enthusiastically, regularly brushing her breasts against my arm and chest, seemingly unconcerned at the effect. The DJ finished up with a slow number and as the blokes all turned to leave the dance floor Laura and Sophie grabbed a couple of them, and Brigitte reached over to me and placed her hands round my neck. 'I think you will find that I have earned a dance with you Sir.' She commented, looking up into my eyes. 'That would be a pleasure, believe me.' I replied, quite sincerely. The spare guys without partners traipsed off to the side lines with wistful looks in their eyes as they watched me place my hands on Brigitte's hips, and her pull me closer. Unauthorized Exposure I could feel her hip bones clearly through her dress, there was no extra weight there and her waist came in sharply above them. She danced, dreamily, pulling me closer and pressing her breasts into my chest, resting her head upon my shoulder. I felt my erection growing slightly as she succeeded in arousing me, well I presume that is what she was trying to achieve. At the end of the dance, she detached herself swiftly, brushed her lips on my cheek and dashed away with a parting comment of 'Cheerio then Jack, I am sure we will be seeing each other around.' It was a comment that I was both delighted and intrigued by. The rest of the guys were very interested in this new mystery woman, and they could not understand what it was I had done to capture her attention, what she was up to hanging out with me. The general view was that I was, at best, the 3rd best looking fellow in the group. The next day was the start of a really tough time for me, we started a new project and there was a real enthusiasm to make some early progress. We worked late, long hours, locked away in the lab, in the studio and in the practice rooms. When finally we had got some decent results we finally got to break off and it was late afternoon four days later when I dragged myself back to my room. My curtains were still closed, as they probably had been for 5 days, and as there was a little daylight still left, I opened them up. I hadn't really had a second to think about what had happened with Brigitte earlier in the week, but as I opened the curtains I thought back to the last day. I considered her actions and the only conclusion I could come to was that she had known exactly what she was doing, that she wanted to be watched by me, and only by me. The gap in the curtain had been perfectly set up opposite my window, and she had stood back in the room, precisely aligned to my view. Suddenly, there she was again at her window, looking directly at me, straight in the eye. I had no option but to react, raising my hand in acknowledgement and smiling. Brigitte reacted in a similar way, smiling back to me and waving gently. I wondered whether to go and have a chat, but was really tired, too tired to chat and make a conversation with a relative stranger. She was wearing another nice light summery dress, mainly plain yellow but with some pretty flowers or something decorating it. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail. Behind her, a bloke came into her room and she seemed to make a gesture to me with her hand to mean 'go back' or 'go away'. I stepped back into the shadows to the side of the window, intuitively understanding that she didn't want him to see that she had been waving to me. I wondered what his role was in the room, perhaps silently hoping that he was a classmate. The guy came up behind her and put his hands round her waist and I suddenly realised that I was feeling jealous of him. I had no right to feel that way, but somehow subconsciously I had felt that maybe I had a chance there, that maybe her actions from previously meant she was attracted to me. Either way my place was very much back as the viewer rather than the participant. The two of them were standing in her room, perhaps a metre from the window, once again clearly visible to me, but not really to many of the other windows from the other houses in the quad. She put her hands down to his and then, it was hard to know exactly who led who, his hand, covered by hers, moved down from her hips to her pubis. As he kissed her neck, she moved her head from side to side, but it was difficult not to think that all along she was still looking over at my window. His hand seemed to have started lifting her skirt a bit as it very gently massaged her between her legs. I could see her lips moving as she obviously to encourage him on, to be bolder. His other hand came down, and the two of them went to either side of her hips, pulled the skirt of her dress up briefly, giving me a short flash of her knickers, and then he hooked his thumbs over the sides of her knickers and pulled them straight down. I could not see her pussy as she shed her underwear because her skirt immediately fell back down to cover her modesty, but just knowing what she had done was once again driving me wild with desire. She spoke to him again, I was sure she was giving him more instructions, urging him on. He seemed more than happy though to play the part of puppet to her puppet master. Who would not obey a pretty girl instructing you to help her undress? His right hand returned to between her legs, touching her through her dress before she lifted the hem up and placed his hand directly on her body. Once again, her modesty was just protected by the material of her skirt but it was clear now that he had his fingers massaging her clit, she pushed her head back, becoming aroused as he touched her. His other hand came up her side until it settled itself over her left breast and started feeling through the material for her nipple. Her head was bobbing backwards and forwards now, in time with his hand as it was sliding up and down over her clit, and then perhaps ringing her opening. Every now and again, I saw her mouth moving, giving him instructions on what she wanted him to do next. I was lost in the moment, my hand was gently touching my cock through my trousers, fully enjoying watching the show that once again she seemed intent on putting on for me. In the back of my mind though I had this feeling of loss, of frustration, I wanted that to be me, not to be the watcher. Why was she doing this to me? Eventually she obviously was enveloped by her orgasm as he continued to touch her clit, her head went back and her mouth opened, her eyes closing as she pushed back into his chest. Finally her hand went down to his and she pulled his hand away from her pussy. She took his forefinger that had come directly from her clit, and pulled it up to her mouth and licked it clean. As she did so, she took a final look out in my direction, as though looking to see whether I was still there. I moved slightly to my right, so that if she was looking out for a reaction, she might have caught a glimpse. As a final action, she closed the curtains and turned back perhaps to give him back some of the pleasure that he had just given her. There was no doubt now that this was another example of her showing herself off to me, whatever she was after though, it must have been as much for her own benefit as mine. I was being used, but in a very nice way. I was a bit sad that she obviously had a bloke of her own, but was not offended that I had to endure an arousing spectacle from time to time. Anyway, as things turned out, the next few days we were back in the labs and studios. As is often the case, the first parts of the project were fantastically interesting, but the ideas from all the team members pulled the project in many directions. I was acting as an all-rounder on the team, working both on the software development and also some parts of the music composition. Everyone wanted some of me all the time, and there were plenty of people happy to work all the hours to make progress. One afternoon a few days after the annoying new boyfriend had appeared, I was working in my room, pleased to have got away from the labs early. I had plenty of development work, and needed some silence to focus, without the musicians constantly interrupting me with ideas, or running new composition sections past me. I was coding at my desktop with headphones on, firmly 'in the zone' and making some excellent progress. The guys wanted a completed alpha version of some new sample/midi coordination algos the following morning and I felt that I had a decent chance of getting it done. There was a knock at my window however and I looked up with some irritation, I had purposefully not invited the team back to my room, which was decently close to the labs. The last thing I wanted was for my room to become the unofficial club house for the project. I finished the end of the line and wearily turned to the window, my eyes set into a 'do not disturb' look. Much to my discomfort and embarrassment, I was confronted not by some grungy bloke dragged out of lab, but instead by Brigitte with a huge grin, hammering on the window like a crazy loon. When she saw my look, she gave this ironic 'oooh' as if she were pretending to be a naughty girl; she put her hand to her mouth as if in surprised fear of my reaction. I couldn't hold my disapproving look for even a couple of seconds in the face of her mocking reaction; she saw my grin and immediately started hammering on the window again. I went to the kitchen door and let her in, I could tell that there was no way she was going to go away just because I waved her away. She stood at the door wearing a short pleated blue skirt together with a tight strappy top, her hair up in a ponytail. As soon as the door was open, she bounced across the threshold, kissed me quickly on the cheek and wandered into the room. 'Bloody Hell Jack, you know what, you are not an easy person to find at home.' She exclaimed. 'Well we've been busy with work you know.' I replied, wondering what she wanted from me. 'Well you're always working, do you mind of if I interrupt you for a second.' She inquired, wandering out of the kitchen, into hall and then into my room. 'No....no, not at all. Would you like a cup of tea.' It was clear to me that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. 'Sure, thanks'. I made some tea as we passed the time of day discussing life at the university, the relative merits of our housemates and the irritations of shared house life, then walked through into my room. 'So anyway, Jack, I wanted to ask, I am having a party with the girls in my house and wondered whether you would like to come with your mates. It's only that we have a bit of a female heavy invitation list at the moment, and I couldn't help but notice that you have a presentable enough set of friends that can even up the numbers. I tried to get Laura to ask you all, but she said you were busy. But come on, no one is too busy for a party.' I was a little confused, I wasn't sure if she was asking me as a friend, and my mates to make up the numbers, or was she just inviting the whole load of us as party filler. 'Sure, that sounds great, I will ask them, I bet they can be persuaded. Are you sure that you want them all though, they are a big music-geeky, you know.' 'Oh I wouldn't worry about that, I think the girls will like them, they looked like a decent lot, and Laura says they are alright.' It felt a bit like 'damned by faint praise. But thought it would probably be a laugh. She was wandering round my room by this time, picking up various bits and pieces. She leant forward to look down at a stack of sheet music that I had next to the electric keyboard. As she did so, her breasts fell forward with her tight top. I enjoyed the view down between her breasts, checked out the lace around the top of her bra that was easily visible as she paged slowly through the mixture of classical, jazz and rock. 'Doesn't your boyfriend have a group of mates that would be good anyway?' As I said this I thought back to the fact that I had felt that twinge of jealousy as I had seen the two of them together a few days previously. 'My what?' She exclaimed, looking quickly up at me, not doubt noting that I had been checking out her tits. 'Err, boyfriend, partner, I don't know, your bloke.' 'I don't have a boyfriend, who do you mean?' She managed to look outraged, surprised, but I could see a slight twinkle in her eye that I thought denoted she was messing with me. I was now in an impossible position. I knew that she knew that I had watched her with the other guy, but what was I supposed to say. I could hardly say 'You know the one that was touching you up.' 'Oh OK, well I must have misunderstood.' I replied slowly, playing for time, trying to decide what was the best approach: to come clean, confront her, play dumb? 'Oh come on Brigitte, you know what I mean, last week, some guy in your room.' 'Oh you must mean Greg. That guy I was messing about with last week. Oh no. He's not my boyfriend, more of a fuck buddy, kind of an ex-ex. He came to visit from his uni and, well I was just messing about, trying a bit of informal research with you both. She sat down on my bed, picked up the mug of team I had made her and started sipping it enthusiastically. 'What?!' I exclaimed. I was disturbed that she would be so casual about it, but somewhere at the back of my mind a piece fell into place. Now I was being invited to her party as a potential candidate rather than as 'bloke-filler' to make up the numbers. 'Oh come on Jack, it was just a bit of fun, lighten up.' She countered with a huge grin on her face. I smiled back, sitting down on the chair at my desk, enjoying the new found opportunities that were opening up to me. 'So play me some of your music.' Brigitte asked, swiftly changing the subject. She was playing with her hair; she had removed the band from her ponytail and was re-tying it. The effect was to pull her breast up and she was taking her time, no doubt waiting to see where I would look. I glanced quickly down at her breasts, and let her see where I was looking, happy for her to know that I found her attractive. I turned to the keyboard, and started playing a section of a piece that I had composed a year or so previously. I was a so-so player but knew this well enough to make a pretty decent fist of it. I also had some background sequences programmed into my computer that I could trigger, and the overall effect was pretty nice. I played to the end, and as I finished, Brigitte clapped enthusiastically. 'Bravo.' She commented. I turned to face her with a grin on my face, feeling quite pleased with myself. I generally hung around with musicians who always took any musical competence as completely normal and as most of them were better than me in many ways, they generally looked at me as a bit of a techie amateur. Brigitte was sitting on the now, cross legged like a very pretty pixie, with her back to the wall, she was smiling back at me. 'Well that was pretty nice, you know, you could do this professionally'. She commented. 'Well let's not get carried away, we are still working through a lot of stuff at the moment. That was kind of last years project actually.' 'Well it was decent, I have heard worse stuff on the radio.' She enthused, shifting herself further back into the bed to sit up a bit straighter. As she moved in the bed, she also widened her legs a little pulling the skirt more taught. Whereas previously it had been hanging down covering her knickers, now it pulled tight. From where I was sitting, I had a clear view of a sexy pair of lace knickers with some kind of pretty flowers designed into the pattern. I wondered whether once again she was playing games with me, but decided that I wasn't really bothered either way. As she glanced over towards the screen that was displaying the control panel for some of the midi/sequencing controls, I took the chance to look down between her legs and could easily make out the light brown strip of her pubic hair through the lace gauze. Brigitte looked back at me, tracing with her eyes where I was looking and then putting her hand down to her skirt as she realised what she had shown me. Once again that slightly wicked, slightly amused look crossed her face and her eyes danced a little with the thought of it all. 'So I am really looking forward to you bringing your mates around for the party, especially if you could bring the two really good looking ones.' She pretty much ignored my actions. Adjusted her skirt slightly to reduce the amount of underwear on show, and carried on the conversation. 'We were kind of hoping to have, like, a bit of a posh dress up sort of a party, do you think that the guys would play along?' She enquired. 'Yeah, I think so, they all have some kind of black tie gear, we've all been to enough posh parties that I am sure we can cobble together a full set.' I replied, struggling to maintain eye contact as she looked back at me. 'I know they look pretty grungy, but actually they can polish up pretty nicely really. Well, you know, not quite like you and your girlfriends, but not bad.' I continued. 'You liked what we were all wearing on Saturday, did you?' She was smiling back at me again, enjoying pressing me on a subject that she could see made me slightly uncomfortable. She shifted her legs back on the bed, once again exposing herself to me, perhaps even spreading her legs wider to continue my view of her lace covered pussy. 'Yeah, you looked fabulous, I loved the low back of your dress you were wearing, you looked fabulous in it. You must have known that when you chose to wear it.' I observed, letting my eyes drift around, trying to disguise the way that I was darting them from her eyes, over to the computer screen, then back to her lightly covered pubes. I could feel my cock hardening again; Was this a come on? What did she want? 'Aw, thanks for that.' She continued. 'Anyway', I asked, 'how are you getting on with your work? You have heard some of the things I have been working on, what have you been up to for the last few weeks?' 'Well, I have been studying a whole load of old French paintings. There are plenty to see, although a lot of it is pretty mediocre. And I have been trying out a bit of life drawing and painting of my own, I hadn't really been into figure painting before, so it has been interesting to have a go at that.' Her eyes once again had a bit of glee in them. 'Oh, really', I replied, 'well anytime you want to show me any of those, that would be great.' I replied merrily, with a big grin. She laughed. I was still enjoying her sitting there in my room, her skirt riding higher and higher up her thighs, she glanced down at it but decided to let me to continue observing as much as I liked. 'Yeah, yeah, we'll see.' She replied, shaking her head. It was very much a parents 'we'll see', as in 'no'. 'And have you tried any other kinds of research?' I inquired, lightly, notably glancing down straight from her eyes to her knickers, as if to highlight that she was quite openly flaunting herself to me even now. 'Yeah, perhaps, I have been trying to get a bit into the mind of some of the artists and models....'. Perhaps she decided that enough was enough, and pulled her hem back into line, covering enough so that my view was restricted to all but the top inch of her thighs. 'And how have you found that, how have you felt about it?' I was curious to know what thoughts she had about her actions. 'Hmmm, well it is a bit new for me, not sure how I feel about it, it is certainly a bit thrilling, but then I feel a bit.... Outrageous, I don't want to hmmm... get a reputation.' She was studying my reaction. 'Oh I wouldn't worry about that.' I countered with a big grin. 'It has been fine, fun, sexy.' I replied with a smile. 'Hmm.' She looked pensive, considering it all. She stayed for another hour after that, and we chatted easily, getting to know each other better. She was a lot of fun to chat with, quite open about her life and relationships. She had spent a lot of time at girl's schools and doing arts subjects and so had less experience of guys than I had expected. She had had what she described as a 'pretty serious boyfriend' a couple of years back, plus a handful of what she described as 'boys I mucked about with', but I didn't get the impression she had done much in the last year or so. I guessed that this was probably a new thing for her, taking a more aggressive approach with a new man, showing off her body, flaunting herself a little. I wondered whether she wanted me to make a move, but I think she was happier talking and listening. She was also very curious about my relationship history, and I wasn't sure exactly how much to tell. I had had three girls who I had had sex with, but I never felt that any of them were serious, and I don't think they did either. I intimated as much, but didn't want to go into any details obviously. Unauthorized Exposure Eventually she left, offering again to let me come over and see her portfolio after I reminded her that she owed me a return visit, my having played some of my music to her. She concurred somewhat grudgingly, I really didn't get the impression that she thought it would be as much fun for her as it would be for me. The next morning, delivered to my door there were six invitations to the guys, giving the time and address. I texted off the details to them so they could keep the evening free. As expected, they were all pretty keen to come, thinking back to the really nice pretty girls in very sexy outfits that Brigitte's friends had worn to the gig. I still wasn't sure whether Brigitte was actually interested in me, or whether the way she had been acting with me was just a result of the fact that I was the guy living in the room opposite hers. Was her repeated exhibitionism all a part of her 'getting in the mind of' the models and painters for her studies? Once I had collated replies from all the blokes, a couple of days later, I wanderer across the quad to Brigitte's house. I had seen that the lights were on in her room and was confident that she was home. I knocked on her window and then waited at her kitchen door, much like she had done for me. Brigitte came to the window looking thoughtful, but as soon as she saw me a big grin came across her face. I smiled back, obviously it was nice to be greeted with a smile and she opened the door and gestured me through into her room. Her room was pretty messy with a books scattered over the floor, paper and artists materials all over the desk with her laptop. She cleared a space for me on a chair in the corner, and then offered me a glass of wine from a half empty bottle of cheap looking South American red. I accepted enthusiastically and she poured me a decent slug into a nice sized wine glass. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a nice top, fairly low cut and quite baggy. I told her the news about the party and she was very pleased, firing off a message to her house mates to inform them that the stock of available single men had just expanded considerably. We chatted for a while about the party, and past parties that we had enjoyed. Eventually, I decided to try my luck. 'So, are you going to show me some of your pictures then?' I inquired, innocently. She smiled at me knowingly, reaching over for one the many portfolios that was stacked in the corner. 'Yeah sure, check it out.' She opened the portfolio on the desk and started paging through a few, disparaging her efforts in a variety of rather attractive cityscapes and street scenes. She talked me through a project she had done last year and showed me some charcoal drawings that were really well done. Next she showed me some studies of interiors drawn from a tour of Chateaux of the Loire that she had done over the summer. 'How about anything from this term?' I prompted her, I was interested to see her work, but could not hide that I was curious to see what Life Drawing she had worked on. She looked at me rather disapprovingly, obviously hesitant about getting those pictures out, to show me. She reached back over to the corner and pulled out another portfolio, zipping the previous one up and replacing it behind her. 'These are mostly very quick studies really, you shouldn't judge too me from them. We are only really taking 5 minutes over each one.' She explained. I didn't really think she should worry too much about what I thought of her work, from what I could tell it was all fabulous. She flicked quickly through some initial line drawings that she had done, really nice outlines of a shapely girl sitting facing side on to us. Brigitte had captured her nicely, studying the line of her arms, and the shape of her small but beautifully shaped breasts. Having flicked through a few of these, she stopped at a more detailed charcoal picture. 'This was the last one that we did that day, this was a longer pose, I quite like it.' This picture had the same woman, lying on her back with her hair splayed on the floor facing towards the viewer. One of her arms was across her stomach, and the other raised above her head, this made for a delightful study of her breasts, with one lifted almost flat, the nipple almost hidden from us. The other was a study in curved surfaces with the nipple slightly raised. Her legs were facing away from us, although the hair between her legs was beautifully reproduced by Brigitte. She talked me thorough some of the techniques, they had used and highlighted parts she was pleased with, and parts she wasn't. 'So how did you feel about doing these drawings, how did you feel about studying this girl nude?' I asked, thinking that it must be a weird thing to do. 'Yeah, fine actually. It was a bit odd a first, a bit shocking when she took off her robe and stood there completely nude in front of us. I am not sure I had seen a completely nude adult woman before, and I was quite close to her. She looked me in the eyes as I was drawing her.' 'Do you think it would be different with a guy?' I asked. She smiled back at me, a glint of an idea in her mind. 'Well we did draw this old guy, the week after.' She flicked to a few beautifully rendered pictures of an old guy, a little overweight, his old slightly shrivelled cock drooping in front of him. Brigitte talked a bit about this as well, but I think she could tell that I was not quite as interested. 'Not really, it isn't really a sexy thing you know, you have to work really hard in these sessions. You don't really have time to think that you are sitting close to a nude person, even as you are studying them. Although it was a bit odd, drawing that guy's cock.' She looked a little embarrassed, a little amused. 'How do you think the models feel?' I asked. 'They don't seem bothered I think for them it is just a job; they do it every day you know.' 'It still must be kind of odd, especially when they are the opposite sex.' I observed. 'Well, give it a go, take off your clothes and I will draw you now.' She looked me directly in the eye, challenging me to try it, daring me give it a go. 'Oh come off it, you are not serious.' I was more than taken aback, I was still confused about what our relationship was going to be, and now she wanted me to strip in front of her, but not to fuck her, instead to be drawn by her. 'Sure I am serious. Come on, we both know that you are not averse to looking at girls undressing, maybe it's payback time. And anyway it might be fun.' She walked over to the door, locked it and then picked up a pad and some pencils, sat down and looked over expectantly. I was embarrassed and self-conscious but very slightly tempted to do what she wanted. I had this feeling that taking my clothes off in front of her, while locked in her bedroom had a pretty good chance of ending up with some kind of physical entertainment for both of us. 'Come on Jack, I've had enough of drawing some old guy, let me have a bit of a go at a decently fit fellow.' She encouraged me, enthusiastically. I looked at her and thought about it as she kept on hectoring me with little digs. 'Look you will probably enjoy it, it is a liberating experience, nudity without the implications of a sexual encounter. Come on, kit off!' I decided to play along, took off my sweatshirt and t-shirt, standing in front of her as she studied my physique. Obviously I held my stomach in as much as possible, I did run fairly regularly and was not in terrible condition, but was not keen to really be studied in quite this way. 'Come on, and the rest!' Brigitte continued, now she had a huge smile and licked her lips in anticipation. I was feeling very strange as I moved my hands down to my trousers, she followed my every move with her eyes, her attention almost eating into me. 'So, tell me then,' I asked 'are you telling me that watching a guy get undressed is really the same?' 'Well maybe in this case there is a slightly different atmosphere from the normal class.' She replied, laughing. I slid down my trousers, sliding them off my feet with my socks. I was feeling quite aroused by my situation, watching her study me undress. I hesitated for a second and looked over at her. She was leaning forward, her top was hanging forward away from her breasts and I could see her décolletage nicely, her breasts held firmly in a pretty polka dot bra with a line of lace on the top. I could see my cock swelling slightly in my shorts, put my hands into the waistband and then pulled it down. I let them drop to the floor and stood facing her, watching as her eyes moved from my chest to my face and then down to my penis. 'Turn around on the spot, let me see you from all sides.' She commanded forcefully. I looked at her face and suddenly her focus was in place. I could see that the previous humour had gone for the moment as she suddenly started to think about how to represent me. 'OK, now stand straight, arms at your sides, and stand still.' She started sketching, firstly she did a few quick sketches, capturing the lines of my body. She bossed me around, instructing me to stand like this, or that, move this leg, hold my arm out, up, down. It was actually quite physically hard to stand quite how she wanted, and to hold the specific shape that she wanted. As she worked, she chatted a little about her drawing, the techniques she used and was learning. She asked me more about my music and what we were hoping to achieve in our current project. It was a strange atmosphere, like an early date but all time with a heavy cover of nudity. All the time she was leaning forward; her top hanging forward and open, flashing her lace covered tits to me. While I was enjoying the view though, the constant strain of standing still with arms or legs in difficult poses took some of the sexual thrill out of it. After forty minutes or so, I told her that enough was enough. Suddenly her light hearted mood returned as she remembered that, much as she was enjoying her drawing, I had actually not really come to model for her. As it turned out, I had found it a much less sexy, much less arousing than I had expected. My erection had completely dissipated, and once she told me that she had completed the final pose, I was pleased to stretch and flex my limbs and muscles. 'Well did you enjoy that?' She asked me. 'Have you got a different feeling now for your naked form?' 'Yes.. it was actually interesting.' I told her, explaining about the difficulties of maintaining the same pose for so long. 'And actually not really that sexy.' 'Well now Jack, I wouldn't say that. I thought it was pretty arousing, having you here in my room, naked and really, well, how shall I say, well provisioned. You look really great, I am quite turned on by the whole thing.' I was surprised; I had thought that her focus was purely on her work, not upon the sexuality of her proximity to my body. As I stood above her looking at the final version of her picture, I engaged once again in a little viewing, looking down at her breasts, at the way that the underwired bra supported them. My cock once again twinged and protruded slightly more, becoming thicker and longer. Brigitte looked up at me, noticing the slight change of angle. 'Well hello, what have we here, is someone getting a bit more interested again.' She was teasing again, grinning up at me. 'Well, you know that top leaves you pretty well exposed, from certain angles.' I countered, also smiling. 'Hmm, that is interesting.' She replied. 'Go back over there again.' I returned to my spot from where I had been modelling, a few meters from where she sat, wondering where this was going. She reached down, and pulled her top up and over her head. 'Well how about that, do you think that this will help it on a little'. She was smiling a lot now, looking down to her polka dot covered tits. I felt my cock growing again, still hanging down slightly, but now coming up towards horizontal, swelling in girth as well as length. 'Touch yourself.' She directed, 'I want to draw you fully aroused.' 'Take off your bra.' I countered 'I will be bigger the more you show me.' 'Well now. Hmm, OK I suppose that is fair.' She reached behind her back, unclipped the straps and let the light garment fall away from her breasts and down to the floor. 'Mmmm, nice.' I commented, and now I could feed my erection growing to its full extent. 'Now stay still.' She focused once again, the grin disappearing from her face. I stood there and admired her lovely breasts, and felt my cock hard and pulsing slightly in time with my heart. 'Now make yourself cum.' She demanded. 'What?!' I exclaimed. 'I want to see you finished yourself, want to see your pleasure. Come on model. Don't be shy.' I think I was expecting that from where we had reached, she would be offering something a bit more mutual, perhaps a blow job, or even a nice gentle fuck. I was deeply aroused and wasn't so keen on finishing myself. 'Come on, I want to see your cum, want to see it spurt out as you pleasure yourself.' She continued, full of confidence, obviously expecting obedience. There was something very sexy about a woman, sitting there ordering me around, telling me when to undress, when to cum. I felt my cock demanding attention and slowly moved my hand down towards it. I had not masturbated for perhaps a week, had been too busy and too tired. I stroked myself as she looked on, one hand drawing frantically, capturing a close up of my hand grasping onto my now fully erect penis. I knew that given the way I had been aroused for a long time, given the fact I was standing looking at a beautiful woman sitting topless in front of me, I would not take long to cum. She finished her drawing and put down her pencil. Her hand went down to her jeans, undid the buttons and her fingers disappeared into her lace knickers. Her fingers were moving up and down over her clit. I felt my orgasm coming closer as I watched her fingers playing with herself; her chest was red with arousal, her nipples large and darker, pulsing almost. I walked closer to her, I could see a thin wire of cum dangling down from the end of my cock. I was now right on the edge as I stood right in front of her, my hand very gently stroking myself, just at the final stage. 'Go on then, cum, let me see it. Make a mess.' She commanded, 'Cum towards me.' She put the paper further from her naked form to ensure that it wasn't hit by any human dynamics. I finally pressed on, stroking myself right over the edge, feeling a huge wave of pleasure come up my legs and ripple out through my cock. A spurt of cum flew out of me, across the room. Some landed on the seat behind her, some on her chest and some on the wooden floor of her room. She groaned appreciatively as the rhythm of her own touching coincided with my cum hitting her breasts. Her head went back as her orgasm enveloped her and she panted as her fingers pressed harder and harder on her clit. Finally, she finished and sat in front of me. A line of white cum stretched across her right breast, slowly starting to run down the lovely curve towards her stomach, a drop on her nipple, another drop on her cheek. 'Wow, messy guy, you must have been saving that for me for ages.' She commented, laughing. She took her finger, ran it through the stream of cum on her tits, covered the end of her finger in the thick white liquid, and raised it to her mouth. A thin stream of cum led from her finger back down to her breast. She looked at the finger, covered in my juices and then put the whole lot into her mouth, sucking on the finger and then running it round the inside of her mouth, absorbing all the flavour. 'Hmm, quite sweet, nice.' She commented appreciatively. This was the first time I could remember a girl expressing any positive views on the taste of my cum, so I was somewhat delighted and entertained by her comments. 'Right, well Jack, that was all delightful, and thanks for modelling for me. Actually that was more useful than you can imagine, and actually I think more useful than I was expecting. I might call you over again, if that would be alright. I for one am going to have a shower.' She stood up and motioned to the door, indicating that I was to leave. 'Well, hmm.' I replied. 'We'll see.' This was a 'we'll see' that really meant 'Next time young woman, I am going to fuck you cos in all honesty I think that would be even more fun.' I put my clothes on as Brigitte put on her dressing gown and then openly pushed her jeans down with her lace knickers at the same time, showing me her nicely trimmed pubic hair, a neat triangle above her vulva, the hair somewhat damp and matted together with her own juices. As she pulled her knickers down, I could see a wet patch on her underwear that betrayed exactly how turned on she had been by the afternoon's activity. She stood up as I completed dressing with her dressing gown hanging open, her breasts and her pussy open for me to see, unconcerned that I was obviously looking at her now. She showed me out, and I returned to my house. My mind muddled as to how exactly I had managed to go over to her house, spend more than an hour there naked and still end up having to make myself cum. I still hadn't even touched her. Was she going to be my sexual partner, or was this still just her teasing me? I still wasn't sure. Next morning, I woke up late having forgotten my alarm. I grabbed some breakfast and then rushed off to the lab to meet up with the team. As I walked in, they all looked over at me and there was a very odd combination of looks came my way. Some of the guys looked away, some grinned and sniggered, Laura who was hanging out smiled knowingly. I was confused as normally my entrances were pretty much ignored by everyone, at the most a variety of 'alrights'. 'What's up with you lot?' I asked, walking over to the developers who were clustered around a couple of screens. 'Nice arse.' Commented one of the guys. 'What?' I asked, craning over the screens to be confronted by a still of my own arse. 'Have you not seen the film, you are famous man.' Another one of the guys commented. 'Film? What Film.' I replied becoming exasperated. 'Look.' He replied. He followed a couple of links on the machine, finally finding a movie file based on some shared server in the arts/life-drawing area. He double clicked on it, and it cut straight to a full frontal shot of me standing in Brigitte's room, nude with a partial erection. The placement of the camera suggested a laptop on the desk had filmed me with everything visible from my knees to my head. The camera was obviously pretty decent as it was close to high definition. 'What the fuck? That fucking cow filmed me.' I shouted. They laughed. The guys then did the decent thing and proceeded to drag the scroll bar through the film, high-lighting all their favourite moments and giving a little commentary on the relative sexiness of the various poses that I had taken. I pushed forward towards the screen, but a couple of the guys held me back so that I could enjoy the full extent of my humiliation. I became more and more vocal, shouting at them, particularly when we got to the final few seconds that consisted of me touching myself, bringing myself close to orgasm and then existing stage left as I prepared to cum. I was pretty angry by this time, but the guys all thought that it was really funny, and actually I didn't come out looking bad. I was reasonably fit, and I didn't have too bad a physique. I still couldn't believe that Brigitte had done what she had done. I could hardly believe she had filmed me, but to then just post it onto the campus servers was madness. Finally they closed the window down and stopped the worse of their ribbing. Unauthorized Exposure 'Where did you get this?' I demanded to know. 'Some 'fine-art' friend, Charlotte found it on the server, forwarded it on to a couple of friends, then well you can imagine, everyone forwarded it to a couple of friends, and before you know, everyone has had a quick shifty.' Laura came over to me and put her arm around me, looking a little sympathetic, a little amused. 'Well at least you look good in it, I mean in some ways it shows you at your..... best?' She giggled a little wickedly. I pushed her away, still raw with irritation. I just could not believe it, why had she done it, why had she decided to betray my trust. I still couldn't quite remember why I had gone along with her request to undress. I think I had expected that once I was undressed the chances of getting off with her were a lot higher. They continued to taunt me and make generally entertaining comments, but I really was not in the mood and after an hour of ribbing, I decided to leave, and work from home. I walked back across the campus, wondering all the way whether everyone that I saw had already seen it. Was I a laughing stock across the whole place, or was it more of a storm in a teacup. I got home, made a cup of tea and sat down at my desk, holding my head in my hands. I was feeling quite down, a little shocked and hurt. I tried to think back to the previous evening, I remembered her laptop sitting on the desk although the screen had been blank, so she must have started the camera app and then minimised it. But why had she sent it round the whole campus? I looked out the window and decided I had to know, was I just some part of some experiment, was she just pushing me further and further to see how I would react. I walked up to the kitchen door of her house and hammered on it, oblivious to the fact that it was a pretty rude approach with a shared house. One of Brigitte's housemates was in the kitchen and opened the door indignantly, asking me what the hell I was doing. At the kitchen table sat Brigitte still wearing her nightdress from the look of it, and as soon as I walked in, I saw her face light up with a huge smile, obviously delighted to see me. I was bemused, how could she be pleased to see me, did she not know how angry was going to be. 'What the fuck are you doing?' I demanded of her. A look of terror and confusion crossed her face. 'What?' Was all she could muster as a reply, confusion replaced by fear. 'You know what, that film.' I continued, walking up to her, standing over her, looking down as she sat at the kitchen table. 'What film?' I was amazed she was trying to balls it out, how did she think she could get away with it. I walked out of the kitchen, into her room and walked up to her computer. It was turned on and unlocked. I immediately navigated in Finder through to the shared area where I had seen the movie file. She followed me into her room, followed by her housemate. 'You stupid fucking cow' I continued. 'This bloody film, are you seriously going to deny it.' I double clicked on the film and it started playing once again. I was hardened now to my naked form being displayed to all and sundry. Brigitte and her housemate both stood and looked goggle-eyed as a full frontal view of me, cock and all on view. 'Oh no.' She mumbled, abruptly there were tears in her eyes, I saw her face crumple as she realised what had happened. 'Oh, so you admit it was you.' I shouted at her, looking back to the film. 'But, no. I didn't mean it to go onto the shared area.' There were tears running down her cheeks. 'Oh Jack, I am so sorry. But how did you know?' 'Oh you complete idiot, I know because everyone on campus has spent the morning watching it. Even in the fucking lab they were looking at it. I am a laughing stock, and it is all down to you, you stupid bastard.' 'Oh Jack. I didn't know, I didn't do this, all my work is backed up automatically, but I didn't do this on purpose.' She was crying openly, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders were shaking with sadness. 'Oh give it a break. You made the film, you must have known. What the fuck were you thinking?' 'I don't know, I just wanted to have a record, I liked you, I wanted to see you again. Now I have ruined it all. I am so sorry.' Brigitte's housemate left the room looking confused, closing the door quietly behind her. I went back onto her computer, deleted the file off the server, and then forced her to email the administrators instructing them to trace any other copies on the server and delete them permanently. 'Brigitte, I never want to speak to you or see you again.' I stated. She sobbed. 'Just leave me alone from now, anything between us, of which there was nothing anyway, other than your continual teasing, is over.' 'No, that's not true, I wasn't teasing you, I really like you, I thought we were going to become lovers. Even today, I thought you were coming here to see me now. If you had come here this morning and taken me into my room, I would have done anything with you. Really, I saw you come in to the kitchen, I was wondering whether you had come here to take me, to fuck me.' 'Well it's over Brigitte, relationships are based on trust, and you have lost mine. I am not interested anymore.' I stated simply. 'What can I do to make it up to you? I am so sorry.' She pleaded quietly, still crying miserably. 'Look.' she said, 'Take your revenge, film me nude, send it round the campus. I don't care, but don't say it's over please.' With this she slipped her nightdress over her head and stood nude in front of me. Her tears dripping down her chin, onto her lovely breasts, down her stomach and onto her pussy. 'Nothing, there is nothing you can do.' I walked out, displaying more certainty than I felt. I walked to the door, she grabbed my hand and held me back. 'Leave me alone, Brigitte. How can you expect me to want you now.' I insisted, opening the door and walking into the hall. 'Please Jack, stop. Don't go, let me say sorry.' She pleaded, following me, dragging on my hand. 'Just think about it, Brigitte. Think what you did, how I must feel.' My anger was waning now and I was starting to lose my resolve a little. I could see she was really sorry, probably more upset than me. She sobbed again, her eyes were red and there was a look of despair about her. I walked into the kitchen, and she followed me, even though she was still nude. Her housemates turned to look at us, looking even more confused than before. She stood at the kitchen door, the front of her body wet with all the tears. Even her pussy looked damp by this time. I walked out of the room, looked back one last time and then walked back to my house. Even as I walked into my house, I glanced back and she was still standing there in the doorway looking out at me, seemingly oblivious to her nudity, perhaps trying to demonstrate just how contrite she was, how she wanted to show me her regret. I shook my head to show her that her actions meant nothing to me. I felt sorry for her, but a burning fury at my own situation as well. In the following few days, I threw myself into my work with renewed enthusiasm, my colleagues made the odd amusing remark, but they lost interest in the game quite quickly, once they saw that I wasn't going to retaliate and just wanted to put it all behind me. Anyway the extra energy that I put into the project meant that overall the entire scheme was flying along. I was involved in many of the different parts of the project, both the technology parts of the project as well as the music composition. I went out of my way to avoid Brigitte, I was glad that I didn't have to think about what she had done, what she had said. At the back of my mind I believed that she probably had not distributed the film on purpose. I did some digging with Laura and some of the other people that she knew, and it became apparent that the girl who had distributed the film, Charlotte, had probably been the villain of the piece. The file had in fact originally been in a private directory, but one that Brigitte had given her permissions to read for a shared project. It had not occurred to Brigitte that from that point on, Charlotte might see everything that she produced. Charlotte had then found the file while looking for a power-point that they had been working on together, and had unilaterally decided to publish it around the campus. Brigitte had been foolish, but anyway had hugely abused my trust by making the film in the first place, however it was Charlotte who had gone out of her way to distribute it. As I was working on my music project, I also started thinking how I might go about getting my revenge. As a bloke it is always difficult to get revenge on a woman, and so I needed to come up with something appropriate, either completely un-attributable to me or amusing. Ideally it would be both. In the meantime, Brigitte was making ever more desperate attempts to contact me. I told my housemates not to open the door to her, or to allow her in. I didn't open my curtains, and didn't respond to her knocking on the window. I wasn't home much anyway as I could bury myself in the depths of the lab, it was actually all pretty nice to really focus on the project fourteen hours a day, living with my head in the code. As the end of the week came round, I checked my mobile and was amused to see tens of missed calls and texts, from family, friends and many indeed from Brigitte. There was much debate in the lab about whether we were still invited to the party at Brigitte's house. Obviously I said, very straightforwardly no, we were no longer invited, and wouldn't go even if we were. Laura, who knew Brigitte anyway, was quietly stating that she was going anyway, and that my situation changed nothing for her. The lads had been working hard and frankly had been looking forward for an opportunity go and get drunk and mix with a bunch of pretty and posh arts graduates. They had found the whole thing very funny anyway, and once they discovered that it wasn't really her fault, just thought that I was being an idiot for not going back round her house and going to bed with her. The story of her standing naked in the kitchen, in tears, watching me depart had also joined university legend, and the general view was that I was a fool, although a fool that looked tolerably good standing naked with a hard cock. I had tried to avoid the hoi polloi of the campus since my unveiling, but even when I went to the bar at midnight, or the canteen at 7am for breakfast, I always seemed to bump into someone that gave me a double-take, 'aren't you the nude guy from the film' look. I felt that I was infamous. Thursday of the week coming up to the party night, I got together with a couple of the best programmers that I could find around the computing department and we had a bit of a hack-fest. I explained what I wanted to write, and the guys were either suitably amoral, amused or frankly evil to lend a hand. We built a very nice little new application that started out looking like a random movie file sitting on a shared drive. Opening it on a suitable laptop, of the kind for example that Charlotte owned, installed a nice little bonus application. This application we wrote recorded a new movie, in a hidden directory close to the source movie file, composed of a blend of the original file intercut with any video that could be recorded from the camera of the device upon which the film was being watched. Once we had the software, we then hired a few first year students to provide a nice collection of honey-pot films. Generally we had rugby players and body builders stripping off in the changing rooms, filmed from camera phones, as if by a hidden voyeur. They were entertaining, without being exactly explicit. We even edited them to provide a blend of teasing nudity that we thought would captivate a female audience. Next, we put the adulterated movies on another share on the servers using a borrowed anonymous login, and arranged for a suitable link to be circulated around the fine arts post grads first thing the next morning. Finally we permanently deleted all evidence of the development efforts, the honey pot film and all the associated development paraphernalia, and destroyed the hard drives from the two PCs we had used. No one was tracking this one back to us. That afternoon Brigitte finally managed to track me down, and corner me on the way home. I was walking back to my room with Laura, when Brigitte came out of a door right next to the path we were walking on, and appeared at my side, taking my arm through hers. Laura took my other arm and without some kind of physical assault, there was really nothing I could do. I looked across at Laura and she grinned back at me, implicitly admitting that the whole thing was a setup, closely planned and coordinated. I shook my head, admitting to myself that my options were limited and not exactly heartbroken to be accompanied by two lovely attractive women. 'I am glad you have agreed to come to my party.' Brigitte observed, inaccurately. 'I never said that.' I responded, ambiguously. 'Yeah, but you are anyway.' Laura retorted, decisively. 'It is time you stopped being stupid, stopped ignoring the world outside the lab, and started seeing how lucky you are.' 'Yeah.' Brigitte chimed in with a smile. 'I can't believe that I stood in front of you naked, used my very best tears, and you walked away. Really, what is a girl to think? I mean, OK, so I filmed you, and that was wrong, but come on! You came out of it looking good. Frankly everyone I have heard from says they quite fancy you now. OK so mainly they are arts grads and can't get enough cock of their own, but still.' I walked along in silence. This was not an argument that I had much chance with, it was two against one and anyway, they had all the best lines. 'So anyway, you are coming to my party tomorrow, and do not misunderstand, not as a miscellaneous guest but as my boyfriend.' Brigitte was growing into the role now, particularly I felt as she was getting very little push back from me. She pulled me closer, cuddling up to my shoulder. We had arrived at my house by this time, and I opened the front door. Laura and Brigitte walked in in front of me and walked through into my room. Laura sat on my comfy chair in the corner and Brigitte resumed her previous place on the bed. I offered them tea that they grudgingly accepted, pointing out that frankly they would prefer a G&T. I made tea for three and could hear them chatting, giggling and generally feeling very pleased with themselves in my room. I carried the tea in, and stole a packet of custard creams from my house mate's cupboard and returned to my room, intent on demonstrating that I knew how to show the girls a good time. They both tucked into the biscuits with gusto, surprisingly appreciative. We chatted a little about the party, and Laura tried to guess which of the arts girls might find which of the grungy music boys a suitable partner. I found myself easily falling back into conversation with Brigitte, she was truly lovely and I really started to feel a renewed desire for her. It was pleasantly warm in my room and Brigitte was wearing a massive cable knit cream jumper. What with the wool and the tea, she started to look like she might melt. She got up from the bed and slowly lifted it over her head. Underneath she was wearing a nice tight white vest top, with another polka dot bra underneath poking out from the sides of her breasts and also in the gap as the top plunged down between them. Laura looked over at me, winked with a gentle grin on her face and then made her excuses. 'Well kids, gotta go. And try not to get into any trouble this time, I don't know. I can't believe how hard you two have made a relationship look.' She turned to Brigitte with a big smile. 'And you, I don't want to hear you have left here without having screwed this bastard. He's been moping around all year, and frankly needs a good shag.' I turned to her, open mouthed. Once she was gone, there was a very strange atmosphere in the room. Maybe she thought she was clearing the air, but somehow having her state what her expectations were made it more difficult for the two of us. I didn't make a move, and perhaps Brigitte thought the same thing because she immediately started another conversation about my work, the guys I was working with and how we all got on with Laura. It was an interesting relationship, I think we had all made a pass at her at some time, but she had rejected us all consistently but firmly. I wandered across the room and sat down on the bed next to her. She leaned across to me, laying her head onto my shoulder, inviting me to put my arm round her. Instead, I pushed her very gently away, took the bottom of her top with my fingers and lifted her top over her head. She happily raised her hands up as I took her top over her head, looking slightly nervous and biting her lower lip lightly with her teeth. She looked up at me, directly into my eyes, then down at her breasts. There was lace around the top edge of the bra, and I could clearly see the bulges in the material where her nipples were straining at the pressure. 'Take it off.' I instructed her quietly, kissing her lightly on the neck, taking her face gently in my hands. She obeyed immediately, putting her hands behind her back, swiftly unclipping the clasp and then pulling the material away from herself. 'What do you think?' She asked, looking down at her tits. She pushed them up, running her hands round the underneath, up over her nipples. 'I think that they are absolutely beautiful.' I ran my hands down over her, brushing her right nipple lightly with my hand. 'Not too small?' She looked up at me, straight into my eyes. 'What? No, they are perfect.' I replied running my hands round the left one, squeezing it very gently. She kissed me lightly with her mouth, pulling herself closer, pulling my head closer to her. Then she forced her tongue into my mouth. She explored it gently as I darted my tongue back at hers. We sat like that for a few minutes, gently exploring one another. I kept my hands around her breasts, rubbing her tits as they swelled very slightly, becoming harder. All the time, she kissed me more and more passionately, licking my teeth, biting my lips gently, letting me put my tongue into her mouth. I could feel my cock harden in my trousers, eager to get out as she ran her hand down over my fly, undoing the buckle of my belt, gently easing at the button and then slowly sliding the zip down. She slid her hand down into the gap she had created, then moved it down, inside, underneath my shorts until she held my cock in her fingers. I was fully erect by this time, and on one hand wanted to push her back onto the bed, and take her. The other side of me was enjoying the slow inevitability of it, luxuriating in the lingering unforced intimacy. She stood up and started to undo the buttons on her jeans, opening the front of her trousers exposing her pretty lace black knickers. She slid her hands into her trousers and started to slide them down her legs, looking up at me as I watched her lean forward, her breasts hanging forward and swinging very slightly as she moved her hands to side her jeans off her knees. As she was sliding the first one off, there was a slam at the front door, and some loud talking in the hall followed by footsteps coming down the hall towards my room. 'Hey Jack, you home? You have got to see this.' They shouted, it sounded like one of my project team, there were two of them, laughing raucously. I realised to my horror that I had not locked the door once Laura had left and there were now two oafs standing just the other side of an unlocked door, with Brigitte standing in front of me wearing nothing more than a lace string. Unauthorized Exposure 'Stop Pete. Wait there for a sec.' I shouted. 'Don't come in.' I dashed across the room, putting my foot to the door just in time, as I felt them push down the handle. 'I said stop. Wait there.' I shouted, looking back at Brigitte who was pulling up her jeans again, giggling, her tits still wobbling backwards and forwards as she pulled her trousers back up. 'OK, keep your hair on, what have you got a girl in there?' Pete asked with a laugh. I was piqued that he thought the chance of me having a girl was so small. I did up my trousers, as Brigitte did the same, and then slipped her vest top on. 'OK, come on, let them in.' She called out, rather louder than was necessary for me, obviously keen to demonstrate to them that I did, indeed have a girl in there. I opened the door, rather pleased to have them come in and see Brigitte wearing just a vest top, collecting her bra and socks off the floor. She was facing towards them and the vest hung down a little, showing off a very nice view. Anyway her nipples were holding her top up like two fingers poking at the fabric. 'Oh Fuck Jack, I am so sorry. What the hell have I interrupted? Shit shit shit.' Pete exclaimed. I laughed a little, 'Chill out, it's not the end of the world. Now anyway what have you come for, it can't be that important' I reassured him. Pete looked over at Brigitte and I saw an uneasy look go over his face. I realised that this must be about the little treat that we had put in place for Charlotte. Obviously he didn't want to tell me about the project in front of Brigitte, not knowing whether she knew, or how she would react. I decided that it would be better to come clean, better for us to keep the secrets to a minimum. She was likely to find out either way, and I didn't want to have the exposal of this secret hanging over us. 'Come on, spit it out.' I insisted. 'Well, you know the files, you know on the server.' He started remaining a little ambiguous, glancing up at me and then at Brigitte. 'Well it was a little more successful than we thought it might be. I mean, we did manage to get what we wanted from.... the first candidate.... But we seemed to have got quite a few others as well.' We had discussed this, and knew that there was a risk of 'collateral damage', suddenly it seemed like we might have gone too far. If we got caught at this, it would be potentially quite bad for us. Perhaps we needed to be careful that we didn't get caught with pictures stolen from the rooms of random girls. 'Brigitte, I have to ask you a question.' I began. 'Did you hear a rumour today about some more movie files, taken in the gym of the rugby squad?' Brigitte blushed and I immediately knew that she had done. 'Mmmm.' She replied, looking away. 'How many people do you think watched them?' I pressed on. 'Hmm, well I said that we shouldn't, but well, you know it was just a bit of fun really. I mean, I felt a bit uneasy about it, because of you, but well, some of the others thought it was kind of fun, and they were, kind of, nice.' It was clear that for all her excuses, she had watched the film too. 'So were they wrong to watch that file, it was stolen you know, taken without their permission. Is that bad?' I quizzed her with a smile. 'Well bad is subjective, it is a little naughty, but it's only a bit of fun really.' She continued, looking down at her feet, perhaps a little embarrassed. 'I want to show you something.' I told her quietly. On my computer, I opened explorer and navigated to the directory where the original files were, selected them plus all the subdirectories, carefully named with the login details of the unsuspecting victims and hit Ctrl-X to cut them from the drive. I then took a clean thumb drive from a drawer, loaded it into my laptop and pasted them all together onto it. 'What are all those?' she asked, 'Isn't that Charlotte's login, and Amy and Becky. What the fuck?' I opened the directory that had Charlotte's login and opened the first and largest of the movies files within it. It started with the beginning of our honey pot film, a nice shot of one of the back four dropping his towel as he walked into the shower. After ten seconds of that, there was a slow fade to black, to be replaced with a shot of Charlotte standing in her bed room, squealing with excitement and laughing. As a nice touch, the top left corner of the screen continued to show the original film, allowing us to share in the subject of her excitement. Charlotte was wearing a sports bra and knickers, obviously very sweaty and probably having just come in from the gym herself. 'You did this?' Brigitte squealed. I ignored her, quite keen to see what happened next. Charlotte continued to watch the sport, 'Oh my god, what a nice arse.' She exclaimed at one point, as I realised she much have been chatting on her mobile as she watched. 'Jack. Did you do this?' Brigitte asked again, an ever growing insistence in her voice. She rather reminded me of my mother for a second. On the screen, Charlotte stood back and took off her bra, exposing her tits, probably an A cup I estimated and I thought to myself that they were nowhere near as attractive or sexy as Brigitte's. Brigitte had had enough. She closed the lid of my laptop, cutting the film off straight away. Pete, Andy and I all groaned quietly, disappointed to have the show stopped. 'Enough. You sad fuckers.' She punched me on the shoulder and the hit them both too. 'Did you really do this? You did, didn't you, you and your weird geeky friends, you went a conjured up some sort of revenge program. How did you do it though, how did you capture their camera? How did you know when they were watching that?' I sat there with a big grin on my face, the other two guys followed my example. 'I don't know, we just found these files on the server. We don't know how they got there.' I replied innocently. 'OK, you two bastards, go away. I want to talk to Jack.' Brigitte turned to the other guys, I couldn't help but love the way she looked in her vest, nipples poking out, her deep cleavage openly visible, the insides of her breasts easily on show. The two guys trooped out of the room, looking amused and perhaps a little sheepish. 'Well anyway sorry to disturb you guys.' Paul called out. 'Yeah well don't worry about it, and anyway, nice work.' I replied. 'Go. Now.' Brigitte shouted, hurrying them on their way. She closed the door behind her and locked it firmly. 'I still can't believe you did this.' She was shaking her head and opened the laptop again. The film was paused, and she looked down at the screen showing a still of Charlotte topless, staring down at the image of the rugby boy's arse. 'Still I have to admit it, it is funny.' She pressed play on the film and we watched together as Charlotte stood there for a few seconds, ran her finger round her breasts and then disappeared off to the right hand side. She missed a nice shot of the guy coming back out of the shower before complementing it with her own version. She wandered back across the screen with a towel round her body, then facing at 45 degrees to the camera, the opened the towel and discarded it onto the back of a chair. She paused briefly on the screen, her small breasts pointing nicely up in the air, a bead of water running down her breasts towards her fully shaved pussy. I could feel my cock growing as I looked at her naked form, as she in turn was enjoying watching the rugby team drying themselves off. 'Well, well, how do you feel about that then. You certainly captured it all here didn't you.' I looked at Brigitte, she was smiling back at me. 'Well enjoy the moment. Anyway I think I have better looking tits than her anyway.' Brigitte walked up beside me and put her hand down to my crotch, checking out my erection. 'Hmm, yes.' I agreed as on the laptop, Charlotte was putting a nice matching lace bra and knickers set that did look pretty great. 'She looks good though in that lingerie. What do you think? Do you like matching underwear?' Brigitte asked. 'Sure. Lovely' I agreed, uncomfortable really. 'OK so let's see what else this fishing expedition has turned up.' Brigitte sat down at my chair and started flicking through the other directories. It seemed that by sending the links to the files out early in the morning, we had generally captured the girls of the art department at their toilette. While none of the others had made quite such as a good job of exposing themselves as completely to the cameras as Charlotte had, there were plenty of shots of girls wandering around in very revealing nightwear and sexy underwear. The fact that all of them were intercut with the scenes of naked guys that they were ogling, just added to the erotic charge that filled the screen. While not having a full erection, the films had still turned me on, and I was concerned how she would react. Brigitte finished flicking through them, just sampling most of them, before ejecting the memory card and dropping it into her handbag. 'Well I don't think that there is anything else that you can do with this lot. If it gets out that you have made this, and then distributed it, you will probably get expelled. I on the other hand can safely use this for all sorts of mischief, so you know what? I think I will take it.' I agreed with her, warning her against copying the files onto any computer. 'We really don't want this tracked back to us.' 'Well, I can see that that watching my classmates in their underwear has certainly, turned you on.' Brigitte observed, turning to me and running her hand over the bulge in my trousers again. She swiftly undid my fly slipping my jeans down to my knees, and took my ever hardening cock in her mouth. The exquisite pleasure of her wet mouth around me was almost too much, especially as she immediately started pumping her mouth forwards and back, at the same time, her tongue licking me, and her hands gripping my balls and shaft. 'God that's nice, fuck yes.' I exclaimed. She let me slowly out of her mouth and looked up at me. 'Make me cum with your mouth.' She instructed me. Standing up immediately and slipping her top back over her head. I kissed her breasts, sucking the nipples roughly as she swiftly took off her jeans and knickers. Standing fully nude before me, a challenging look in her eyes, and a smile on her face, she watched as my eyes moved down her body to her pussy. She walked back to the bed and sat down, spreading her legs wide. She obviously had trimmed the length of the hair between her legs, and perhaps tidied a little around the edges to keep it within her bikini briefs but other than that had a full covering of hair, down between her legs, and covering the lips of her vulva. Her legs were wide apart now, pulling the lips open to show the inner lips to her vagina. 'Do like it?' She asked, watching me look at her. 'Do you mind that I am not shaved, I know you guys like that.' She licked her finger, then put her finger down to her clit, and ran it round herself, rubbing herself lightly. 'I like you just how you are.' I answered. 'Then get on your knees and suck my clit.' I approached the bed, enjoying every moment, then did what I was told, lowering myself onto the floor, and plunging my face into her pussy. I started on her clit to begin with, licking around in a circle, sucking her into my mouth and running my tongue up and down over her. She mewed appreciatively, as I then turned to her vagina, pushing as far into her with my tongue as I could. 'Put your fingers in me.' She demanded as I could taste her becoming more aroused, her whole pussy becoming wetter. I pulled back from her, and slid my two forefingers deep into her, she was already completely wet inside, but still took a sharp breath at the feeling of my entry. Once again, my mouth returned to her clit. I could feel the light scratching of her short hairs tickling the sides of my cheeks. As I started to suck her clit into my mouth, I started to slide my fingers gently in and out of her slick pussy. They were covered in her fragrant wetness now. 'Now put your fingers in your mouth.' She demanded, looking down at me as I took them out. I lifted them away from her and a thin line of her fluid formed a string from her opening to my sticky fingers. She watched closely to see whether I would obey her instructions. I hesitated, unsure that I wanted to taste her quite like that. 'Go on, take it all.' She insisted. I put them both deep into my mouth, tasting the slightly musky flavour with a light salty edge, feeling the slightly gooey texture on my fingers. 'Now make me cum.' It seemed that she had become a very demanding lover in the last few minutes, I wondered how I felt about it. I returned my mouth to her clit, sucking its little head deep into my mouth and rubbing it deeply with my tongue. She moaned appreciatively. 'Fuck yes.' Then I pushed my fingers abruptly back into her pussy, and started pumping them in and out with insistent force. She was breathing deeply now, moaning in time with my movement. Finally she was overcome with the pleasure and screamed out, 'Yes' over and over again. With her hands, she pulled my face close to her pussy, moving my face around her opening, wiping herself over my face, pushing my nose down towards her vagina, covering me with a wet and gooey icing. 'Well that was nice.' She finally commented. 'You certainly know how to lick a girl to an awesome orgasm. I can tell you, you are going to be doing a lot more of that. Come up here, it's your turn now. I want to taste your cum.' She stood up and made room for me on the bed, I sat down and enjoyed the view as she raised herself up on her knees in front of me. She leant forward and kissed me on my lips. 'Mmm, I can taste myself on your face.' She observed, kissing me more vigorously. 'So how do you want it, would you like me to make you cum into my mouth? Would you like to taste me at the same time?' I nodded, frankly I didn't care what happened from here on, I just wanted her to satisfy me. 'OK good choice, my favourite then.' She turned round on the spot, as I lay back on the bed. Slowly, she moved her pussy back up towards me, and then lowered her pussy, still dripping, onto my mouth. At the same time, she took my cock into her mouth and enveloped the entire length deep inside. I could feel the inside of her mouth pressing up against the top of my penis. She bounced her mouth up and down, at the same time playing with my balls with her hand. I felt myself becoming more and more excited, closer and closer to orgasm. At the same time, I also licked her clit vigorously and gently pinched and kneeded her breasts. She raised her mouth away from my cock for a few seconds, breathing more easily again. As she did so she pushed her pussy harder onto my face, grinding her clit onto my tongue and lips. 'I am going to cum again.' She announced inevitably, and she gasped and moaned repeatedly. Her pussy was soaked now and dripping a thick stream into and around my mouth, I had to swallow in order to clear some of the liquids from around my face. Almost as soon as she had finished her orgasm, she once again took my cock into her mouth and now it was her that was vigorously pushing me on. I was already close to orgasm and I could feel it coming closer and closer. She seemed almost to read my mind though, just as I was about to cum, she stopped sucking me, and instead transferred her attention to my balls, gently taking each in turn and licking and then sucking them gently. Once my excitement reduced, she took me back into her mouth, initially gently and then more firmly. After a few rounds of ups and downs, I felt like begging her to take me further. 'Mmm, I can taste you now.' she announced, I was sure that the end of my cock was covered in pre-cum as she had three of four times had me at the very limit. 'This time, yes?' She whispered, and then returned to the action. My cock was throbbing, hard as a rock, pointing straight at her face as she lowered her lips back around me. She started at a slow pace, licking as she moved, her hand playing with my balls. I was looking up at her pussy, the lips reddened and swollen, still wet and aroused. It crossed my mind to stop her there and to fuck her instead, but the pleasure of her mouth on me was too good to miss. She built up her speed, pressing on and started to make little mewing noises as the pushed me harder and harder into her mouth. This time there was no relenting and soon I felt a huge wave of pleasure wrack my body as I felt a hot stream pump up into her mouth. She carried on licking and slowly came to a halt, her mouth still around the head of my cock. My head went back, relaxing and finally feeling fulfilled. Brigitte lifted herself up from over my face and turned around to face me. Her mouth was closed, and I realised that she still had a mouth filled with my cum. She opened her lips slightly, and a small dribble ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts, I could see her tongue still covered in thick white cum as she licked her lips covering them with a sticky gleam. Finally she closed her mouth and swallowed it, finishing up with a big grin on her face. 'Mmmm, nice.' She lowered her face down to mine and kissed me passionately. Her face was sticky and I could taste a musky sweet taste in her mouth. After she had kissed me for a minute or two, she pulled back and looked down at me. 'One more, come one.' Without waiting for a reply, she moved up the bed on her knees, facing me as I watched her tits swing slightly back and forward in time with her movement. Her pussy got closer and closer to my face before once again she lowered her clit onto my mouth. I was starting to detect a pattern here, this was a girl that, for all her pretty English rose looks, liked be quite dominant in bed, liked to be on top and liked to have the freedom to press her clit as hard into her lover's face as she deemed necessary to ensure a big climax. I licked her firmly and with a regular rhythm, my hands going up to her tits, playing with them and in time with my licks. My tongue explored her clit once again, moving around her pussy, licking the entrance to her body. The trimmed hairs over her pussy pressed hard against my face and nose as she pulsed her hips in time with my movements. After a few moments of this, she came again, grunting satisfyingly over and over again, before finally collapsing back into the bed. We lay next to each other on the bed for an hour afterwards. At first we said nothing, both perhaps reflecting on another eventful day. After a few minutes though we started talking, both keen to chat about what had happened over the preceding weeks. Brigitte was still apologising, but seemed to be quite smug about the new movies with which she had been entrusted. I didn't ask what she was planning, but I knew she was up to something. We lay in bed, our nude bodies next to each other for an hour or two until Brigitte announced that she was hungry. She went and got her phone and after a brief conversation ordered a pizza to be delivered. She then returned to bed, nuzzling back into my arms. After a few minutes we heard the bell ring and she hopped out of bed, slipped my t-shirt over her head and set off to the door. The shirt was quite long on her, reaching probably six inches down her thighs, but she still looked stunning somehow, wandering out into the hall in what was essentially a very short dress and nothing else. She returned a few seconds later with a big flat box and big grin. 'Well that made his day.' She commented, laughing as she slipped the shirt back over her head and brought the pizza into bed with her. It was the nicest pizza I had ever eaten, served from the box in the middle of my bed by a nude woman sitting cross legged in front of me, her pussy stretched wide open, fully aware that I was checking out every detail of her, just as I was enjoying the food. She ate ravenously, dripping oil and runny cheese down her front, wiping them into her breasts.