Building a Dream: Part Seventeen-The film

My phone alarm annoyingly woke me at 5:30 and it took me several attempts of hitting it to shut it up. I nudged Jay who was sprawled out naked on top of the covers and said quietly,

“Wakey, wakey. We need to get ourselves up, showered, fed and out of here by quarter to seven.”

“Nope,” she tiredly replied. “Leave me alone. I want to sleep.”

I reached around and gently caressed a nipple saying, “But today is film day. Just think of all the cock and cunt that’s going to be available.”

In a flash she had jumped out of bed, locked herself in the bathroom and ordered me to get some form of breakfast. The 24 hour Sainsbury Local a short walk away provided me a couple of hot bacon rolls which were eagerly, and quickly consumed by the pair of us upon my return. We both showered, filled Jay’s shoulder bag with extra clothes and within the hour had met up with Cheryl, Phil, Mike, Sue, Keith, Mary, Simon and Jim in the foyer all the woman with shoulder bags also containing a change of clothing. All the woman were wearing short summer dresses and looked very, very fuckable. Jay was wearing her short summer dress also, which had the tendency to blow up with the slightest breeze. A quick grope of her arse revealed the G-String and the jewelled head of the butt-plug. This was going to be a good day.

Kisses and hugs all round greeted us and we made our way to Waterloo, the girls walking arm-in-arm ahead while us men walked behind. The girls giggled as they walked, a slight breeze blowing up, not only Jays dress, but also Cheryl’s and Sue’s, giving the five of us walking behind an eyeful of what we would be seeing much more of later.

”Is that a butt-plug?” Simon asked, nodding down at Jay’s dress as it blew up again and staying so for a couple of seconds.

“Yep,” I said proudly. “She’s really taken to it.”

“You’re a lucky man.” Jim said, also admiring the view. “She has certainly changed since we first met her.”

“More than you know.” I replied as we entered the concourse of Waterloo station.

Waiting us under the central clock was Katy, Kelly, Manus and Sara who had a long tube over her shoulder which I assumed contained the copies of the paintings. They were grouped together and having a casual chat when we approached, giving us a wave when they saw us and again followed by hugs and kisses. Sara did a head count and said,

“Okay, we’re all here.” She handed out First Class train tickets that she and Manus had bought earlier and then led us through the barriers and down the platform to the front of the waiting train. We boarded the train, made ourselves comfortable and minutes later the train pulled out of Waterloo and made its way through the London suburbs.

“This is nice,” Jay said to Sara who was sat opposite us with Manus.

“Our treat,” Sara answered. “If all goes well today and the film is well made, it could go down very well in the Netherlands.”

“You’re serious about marketing it?” I asked. “I thought you were just covering for Mike when you said that yesterday?”

“I was at first,” Manus replied. “But Sara and I got talking last night at our hotel. We’ve got a chance to make a great porno and the bonus of having Mike with us who knows how to market and distribute it. Why not actually do it? Patty is writing an actual *********** and will direct it; it covers Mike’s story perfectly and could be a very lucrative money spinner for all involved. Besides, I would make sure that it’s only marketed and sold in the Netherlands-less chance of it being seen elsewhere.”

As Manus explained the rest of the carriage went silent to listen. Manus looked around him and added, “Of course, I would need all your permission.”

“You’ve got mine,” Cheryl said sat behind us.

“And mine,” said Katy sat next to Cheryl.

“And mine,” from Kelly across the carriage

“And mine,” from Jim. Everybody confirmed that they would be happy to allow the film to be distributed. The only ones who hadn’t confirmed were me and Jay

“Well?” I said to her as she looked concerned. “Do you want to be a porn start and have loads of people see you perform?”

She didn’t reply straight away. The carriage went silent waiting for her to answer. I knew she was thinking of the potential consequences. We know plenty of people back home in High Wycombe and my business is known throughout most of that part of the country. Could we risk the possibility that any member of the community might, by some million to one chance, see us in a porno only distributed throughout the Netherlands?

“Okay,” she said smiling which bought a small round of applause from the group. “Let’s do it.”

“It’s going to be fun.” Sara said turning to Manus and smiling. “This has been some holiday.”

An hour later the train pulled into Dorking Station where we disembarked and walked out into the car park. A mini-bus was sat in the taxi rank which Manus approached, exchanged a few words with the waiting driver and then slid open the side door, beckoning us to get in.

“I arranged this earlier,” he told me as I stood next to him allowing everyone to get in. “It makes sense to have one vehicle and it’s good for the environment. The driver will bring us back here later.”

I boarded, sat on a spare seat at the front next to Cheryl and we moved off for the short drive to Sonia’s house.

“Having a party?” The driver asked. He was a young man in his mid-twenties who drove one-handed, the other arm leaning on the open window allowing the cool breeze to fill the vehicle.

“Something like that,” Cheryl answered just as the breeze blew the front of the dress up. On instinct, I moved my hand to push it down and protect her modesty but as I did, she grabbed my hand and pushed it down over the dress and held it over her pussy, opening her legs a little as she did so. I kept it there not moving for a few moments before I began to move my fingers. I could feel her pussy lips through the thin material of her dress and her thong that I had noticed earlier she was wearing. I kept my eyes ahead in the direction we were going and without saying anything, began to move my fingers more, rubbing her pussy lips which bought a tiny, quiet squeak from her. She opened her legs a little wider and I was able to move my hand freely, slipping it under the short dress hem until I could feel her pussy lips and the moistness that was becoming apparent through the thin material of the thong. The mini-bus started to jerk a little and then bounce on the road causing my finger to gently push little jabs at Cheryl’s pussy. More little squeaks from Cheryl’s mouth followed the rough travel of the vehicle.

She turned her head and glanced around the mini-bus. Everyone was chatting and not paying any attention to us at the front. She undid her seat-belt and lowered her head to my crotch, unzipped my fly and pulled out my now rock hard cock. She opened her mouth and took my helmet between her soft lips and gently sucked, rubbing her tongue around the bulk of the helmet while gently squeezing my balls with her hand.

Fuck, it felt good but had to stop. There was no way I could cum and not be able to perform today. I let her continue for a few more seconds before gently moving her head away and tucking my cock back in my jeans and zipping up. I carried on rubbing her now very moist pussy and was about to move the thong to one side and enter a finger when the driver pulled into the lane and drove up and into the drive of Sonia’s house and parking between a big van and a Mercedes-Benz C Class. Cheryl took my hand and put it to her mouth, giving my fingers a quick lick as everybody started standing and moving to the door which the driver had opened.

“Here we are,” the young man said as he helped the woman step off the mini-bus. “Mrs Campbell’s house.”

“You know the lady who lives here?” Manus asked as Phil stepped out, being the last passenger.

“Yes, I know Mrs Campbell. I only do taxiing part time. The rest of the time I work at the local garden centre delivering plants and stuff. Mrs Campbell and her old man are regulars.”

‘Oh fuck,’ I thought looking at Manus who was thinking the same thing. This wasn’t good. Manus thought quickly then said to the driver,

“Well, we are all from art classes around London and since Mrs Campbell has a large house, she kindly offered to host a discussion on Venetian Renaissance artists.”

Oh right,” the driver said sliding the door shut. “Not my cup of tea really, art. I like Banksy though. Oh crap.” The driver knelt down beside the front passenger tyre and shook his head. The reason for the last part of the ride being bumpy became apparent. The tyre was flat and judging by the nail protruding from its side-wall, was clearly punctured.

“Oh crap,” the driver said again as he pulled out his phone and dialled a number. Someone on the other end answered and I could hear the conversation going badly for the young man. “Okay, I’ll have to wait here then,” he said to the other person before hanging up and turning to us. “I haven’t got a spare. My boss can bring one out but he’s on an airport fare to Luton and could be quite a while. Do you think Mrs Campbell would mind if I wait here or even sit in on your art talk?”

Manus looked him up and down and something was obviously going through his mind. Before he could answer we heard a “hello chaps,” from behind us as James appeared with Paul close behind who gave us a wave. James opened the back of the van and pulled out a pair of tripods.

“I could do with a hand if you lot don’t mind? The ladies can go straight in. Patty and Mike are already here and moving the furniture with Sonia”

The woman walked up the garden path through the immaculate garden and through the open door while all the men started grabbing the film and light equipment from the van.

Having grabbed all we could carry we walked up into the house and through into the lounge where Patty was stood directing Mike in where she wanted an armchair placed. She was dressed in an all-in-one strapless and backless romper and, I noticed immediately after first seeing her, she looked damn hot. She was tanned and the front of the top part was low enough to allow a decent cleavage. Her long, tanned legs were a marvel to behold. I remember thinking at the time that, although they look great on woman and Jay loves wearing them, to go to the loo I assumed that you had to drop the entire piece of clothing. Stylish, but not that convenient.

“Good morning everybody,” she said as we placed the equipment down. “Sonia’s in the kitchen with the ladies. Coffee’s ready if you want some. A little to the left Mike.”

The sofa’s had been pushed back in the room along with other furniture to allow a large floor space in front. Mike pushed the armchair against a side wall then came over and shook mine and Manus’s hand.

“Hi,” he said getting his breath back from the exertion of moving the furniture.