Naked Extras

This is another story in a series describing Adam's first sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity. I recommend reading them in order.

Chronologically, most of this series comes before "Adam in Asia", but it doesn't matter which one you read first.

Prologue

My name is Adam; I am 20 years old and coming to the end of my second year at university.

Extra work

During my regular weekly call home, Mum told me that Diana Wilde, the casting agent who had secured me a role in a French film two years earlier, wanted to speak with me.

We arranged to meet in Oxford a couple of days later. Over lunch, we discussed the reaction to the film, the fuss in the British tabloids, its performance in France, and my thoughts on the experience.

"I have something else for you, if you are interested," Diana told me. "It is not a significant role, just an extra that requires nudity. A couple of days' work, on location not far from here.

"The girl you introduced me to has already agreed to do it."

She meant Joanna, a Czech makeup artist whom I met through a photographer I occasionally worked for. We had done some photographs together for her portfolio, but did Diana know that?

"It's proving difficult to find enough extras willing to get naked. Do you know anybody else?"

"Actually, I do know somebody. She lives in that area too."

We discussed details. I had exams coming up, and would be starting my placement year in September, so 'when' was a consideration. Fortunately, the shoot was scheduled for late July, after I had finished my exams, so there wasn't a problem.

As she lived close to me, I gave Joanna a lift to the hotel where we were staying during the shoot.

On the way, we talked about what was going to happen. All we knew was that we'd be involved in an orgy scene. Until then, I had not thought about what that might involve. Being naked in front of others wasn't a problem for me.

"We don't know whether we'll be together or mixing with the others. No doubt the sex will be simulated, but even so, I don't know how it is going to feel doing that with strangers." I said.

"No, to be honest, I have been trying not to think about it. I don't mind getting naked in front of strangers, but the idea of faking sex with them is blowing my mind. We did those photos together, but I already knew you. This will be different."

"I know, I feel the same," I said. "But we've signed the contract, we're committed, so we will just have to be brave. Look out for each other."

"Yeah, thanks. I feel better having a friendly face around."

A couple of hours later, we pulled into the car park of the motel where we were staying. Inside, a young woman was checking off names and handing out room keys.

"Oh yes, Adam and Joanna, you're in Room 104."

"Er, the same room?" I asked.

"I have you down as a couple, so, yes." She replied.

I was about to object when Joanna put a hand on my arm. "It's OK, I don't mind."

"There's a briefing at six-thirty in the room over there, and you need to do a wardrobe check before that. That's in the next room; another couple have just finished, so now is a good time.

A woman was waiting amidst racks of clothes. She checked our names and asked to see the items we had brought. Mine was simple: white shirt, black trousers, and black shoes. Joanna had been asked to bring a party dress, black tights or stockings, and matching shoes.

"Right, please get changed into those and we'll see what you look like."

There wasn't a proper changing area, so we just undressed where we were. My outfit was pronounced as 'fine', but she wasn't happy with Joanna's dress.

"I think we have something that will look fabulous on you," she announced, searching through one of the racks until she found a shimmering, purple dress. "This is perfect, it really goes with those shoes. Try it on."

She was right. Joanna looked amazing.

We put our normal clothes back on and headed to our room.

Seeing the bed made it real. I knew Joanna, but not well. We'd had sex after the photo shoot, but that was partly because we were so turned on. Not that she wasn't attractive; now, somehow, we were going to be sleeping together.

"I need a shower," she said. "You can join me if you like; we might as well get into character."

I had forgotten quite how good Joanna looked naked, her body slim and lithe like a dancer. It was a pleasure to get reacquainted with it.

We did not have much time before the briefing, so the sex was fast, but satisfying, nonetheless.

There were at least a dozen people in the briefing room when we got there. I assumed that most were extras. A man at the front stood up.

"Good evening. My name is Adrian, and I'm the assistant director. My job is to organise everything around the shoot.

"Tomorrow we'll film the party scene, drinks, chatting, that kind of thing. The day after we'll switch to a fantasy sequence, where you guys are having an orgy. There will be a fuller briefing on the day.

"Transport is at seven a. m. Breakfast will be available on-site. Wear your regular clothes, your costumes will be waiting for you there. Leave your valuables here.

"Any questions?"

There were none.

"OK, Adam Smith, please wait behind. The rest of you can get dinner in the hotel restaurant."

As the others filed out, Adrian explained that Alan Smithee, the director, wanted to talk to me.

"He's at the other hotel; it's not far. Zoe here will drive us."

Joanne was waiting for me outside the meeting room. I told her what was happening.

The Sodham Hall Hotel was much classier than ours. Adrian led me through to the dining room, where a rather stressed-looking man stood to greet us.

"Hi, I'm Alan, thanks for coming over at such short notice. I think you know Diana, and this, of course, is Jill Morgan, our leading lady."

After we ordered dinner, Alan explained that one of the cast members had been arrested by the police a few days earlier and was now on remand.

"That means we need a replacement urgently, which is why Diana is here. She thinks you could do it. So, please tell us about your acting experience."

"I acted a bit at school, which is where Diana spotted me. That led to a part in a French film, about a young Englishman who ends up having an affair with an older woman, played by Jacqueline Minou. It was a low-budget film shot quickly; I was only on set for about three weeks."

"Why was an Oscar nominee in a low-budget film?" asked Jill.

"She did it as a favour to the producer."

"How much nudity was there in the sex scenes? Any full frontal?" asked Alan.

"We had a couple of intimate scenes for which we were mostly naked, but the only full frontals in the edit are long shots."

"Would you mind close-up full frontals?" Alan continued.

"No problem."

"You're the 'English Schoolboy in French Porn Film'!" Jill exclaimed with glee, echoing one of the tabloid headlines. "I knew that I recognised you from somewhere. You were in the papers last year!

"How do you feel about getting naked with another older woman?" she asked.

I groaned, "I'd think I'm being typecast."

She roared with laughter.

It was decision time. Alan looked at each of the others in turn. All nodded.

Adrian took over. "Practicalities. We will need you for two or three additional days. Can you do that?"

I nodded.

"You will have a couple of lines tomorrow; we can schedule those scenes later on. There are more lines for the other scenes, but I will make sure you have some time beforehand."

"Great," smiled Alan, "Welcome aboard."

"What's going on?" asked Joanna when I got back to our bedroom.

"I have been given some extra scenes, but I don't know what yet. This should tell me!" I waved the envelope Zoe had handed to me on the drive back.

"Wow, that's cool. Congratulations."

I leaned down to kiss her. She responded, lifting one leg and then the other so that she was wrapped around me. Perhaps I could have carried her like that all night, but the bed was calling.

The next morning, a group of bleary-eyed people clambered onto two minibuses headed for Firk Hall, location for the day's filming. The old house, a mansion, was situated on the outskirts of a village called Barclay St. John, about 10 minutes' drive away.

Near the house was a collection of trailers, trucks, and tents. The usual trappings of a film shoot on location, but this was on a grander scale than what I had experienced in France.

After we had changed into our costumes, we headed for the catering tent. Eating breakfast in party clothes was a bit weird, but we managed. An assistant led us into the house.

The morning started with filming group scenes in wide shots. Mostly, Alan positioned the actors in the foreground with extras in the background. We all had glasses in our hands and pretended to drink and chat. Then we moved on to tighter shots featuring two or three of the actors, speaking their lines, still with some extras in the background. Sometimes one of the extras was included in the foreground, nodding sagely as the real actors spoke.

Progress was slow. It took time to position everybody, rehearse, shoot the same scene from multiple angles, and do any necessary retakes.

Alan used me as little as possible, giving me time to learn my lines. I spent the time sitting in the waiting area. Sometimes, other extras helped me to practice.

My first speaking part came soon after lunch. It was a close-up shot with Jill and a beautiful black woman whom I recognised from TV. After a couple of takes, we returned to the waiting area.

"Well done, Adam," Jill congratulated me.

She headed off to her trailer while I settled down to practice my next set of lines.

"Adam!"

I looked up to see Chantal, whom I had first met when visiting her daughter, heading towards me.

"I hoped I would see you."

She gave me a big hug, and then I introduced her to Joanna.

"What are you doing here?"

"Your friend Diana got in touch; thanks for suggesting me by the way. I'm going to be a body double for somebody tomorrow."

I thought of the black actress who had been on the set that day, "You're a good match."

Adrian came over, "I guess you must be Chantal. Thanks for meeting me today."

"Excuse us," he said, leading her away.

"Who's that?" Joanna asked.

"She's a friend's mother. I have stayed there a couple of times. She's quite a character."

"You suggested her to Diana?"

"She asked if I knew any potential extras. Chantal is happy being naked in public, and she lives near here, so I put them in touch."

It was time for my second speaking scene. This time it was with a different pair of actors. Again, it went without difficulty. When Alan called an end to the day's filming, we changed out of our costumes and then headed back to the hotel.

After dinner, Joanna and I fucked again.

The next morning, the atmosphere on the minibus was different, a buzz of anticipation.

After breakfast, we were ushered through to the waiting area for a briefing from Alan.

Everybody was there, the actors and extras.

"Good morning, everyone. Today we will be shooting the orgy scene. It is a dream sequence, in which Jill imagines all the partygoers naked and then engaging in an orgy.

"We'll start with you standing and chatting like yesterday, then we'll get you simulating sex. We don't want the real thing; this isn't Caligula. Remember that we won't be able to use shots with hard cocks, so please try to hide those, and not in the obvious places!"

That got a laugh.

"Bear in mind that we will be using an overhead camera as well.

"Gentlemen, a bit of man-on-man action is fine, but please focus on the women. Ladies, feel free to get Sapphic, but don't leave the gents on their own.

"If you are here as a couple, you will start together, but we will ask you to change partners, probably more than once.

"OK, let's do it!"

On a signal from Alan, everybody dropped their robes and went through to the main room. Everyone, including Jill, was completely naked. There wasn't a merkin or pouch in sight.

As we did the day before, we began with group scenes. The difference, of course, was that we were all naked. We moved on to recreating some of the close-up scenes from the day before, repeating the same lines.

Thus, I found myself standing with Chantal and Jill, chatting while we waited for an issue with the lighting to be fixed. The conversation was interrupted by Alan calling us to get ready for the shot.

The three of us weren't required for the next scene, so we got coffee in the waiting area.

"How come Adam suggested you as an extra?" asked Jill.

"Oh, it was the probably naked yoga that I made him do when he was visiting my daughter," chuckled Chantal.

Jill's face was a picture. Recovering, she said, "That would be memorable."

"It was a shock at first," I conceded, "but I learned to enjoy it, whatever the weather."

"Weather?" Jill questioned.

"Oh yes, I do 'Salute to the Sun' every morning, rain or shine," explained Chantal. "You should join me."

"I might just do that," replied Jill.

Recreating scenes from the day before took up the rest of the morning.

After lunch, we began filming the actual orgy scenes. Now, everybody was either on the floor or draped over furniture. Joanna and I were together on the floor, lying on our sides facing each other. Alan moved carefully around, sometimes giving people instructions about their position and how he wanted them to move when shooting started.

When he called 'action', we moved closer together, starting to kiss and touch. I cupped one of her breasts while she slid a hand between my legs.

"Careful," I whispered.

"Just warming you up for our star," she teased.

After a couple of retakes, Alan asked us to change partners. I found myself pretending to eat out a middle-aged woman.

"Do it for real, darling," she insisted.

I was happy to oblige.

We moved around again. This time I was paired with Chantal, supposedly fucking her from behind. The previous summer, I had been doing it for real, so it was hard not to get hard. Chantal didn't mind when I "hid" my hard cock in her cunt. The most challenging thing was stopping when Alan called for us to reset.

The next rotation paired me with Jill. Like Joanna and I, we were lying on our sides facing each other.

"Put your leg between mine," she instructed. "Higher!"

My thigh was now close to her pussy. She wriggled so that contact was made, generating a moan of pleasure.

"Bad woman," I accused.

She grinned, "says the man who was fucking his friend's mother earlier."

"Fair cop," I acknowledged.

"Kiss me," she insisted.

We did, open-mouthed, tongues exploring.

Perhaps fortunately, another instruction from Alan led to another change of partners.

Somehow, I was back with the woman whom I had eaten out. She was happy to return the favour, licking and sucking me, hidden from the camera, Looking around, I knew that we weren't the only ones breaking Alan's instruction about no actual sex. I wondered what Joanna was doing, and with whom.

The final scene was to be everyone clustered together on the floor, with Jill and me at the centre. Alan guided us into our starting positions: Jill on her back, me on my side, my right leg cocked across hers, and my right hand grasping her left breast.

"Jill, I want you to roll onto your side facing Adam, and kiss. Then roll further so that you are on top of him."

We practised the manoeuvre to show that we had understood, then returned to our starting position. When Alan was happy, he began to arrange the rest of the cast around us. Briefing each couple as he had done with us.

While that was happening Jill and I lay there chatting.

"Aren't you allowed to leave?" I asked her.

"Oh yes, I am, but I am enjoying this too much."

She moved her right arm so that she could touch my cock.

"I like teasing men," she grinned.

"That's very nice, but if you don't stop, I'm going to get hard."

"Spoilsport," she giggled, letting go.

Eventually, Alan had everybody in place.

"Right, we are just about ready. Please run through your moves without lingering.

"That's good. We will shoot for about five minutes without interruption. When you have finished the moves which I have given you, improvise and don't forget to interact with those around you. As I said in the briefing, please keep any erect cocks hidden, and don't forget that one of the cameras will be overhead.

"Please reset."

When everybody was back in their starting positions, Alan called "Action!"

Jill rolled into me, her head tilting up to meet my lips. As before, her tongue entered my mouth. It was more than a normal screen kiss. Was it just part of her teasing me? Or did she want more?

I let her decide when we should change position, sliding beneath her as best I could; it wasn't easy with people packed around us. Once on top, Jill sat upright and pretended to reach down to placing my cock inside her. I half expected her to do it for real. Then she began to bounce up and down as if riding me. Somehow, I was managing not to get fully erect, even though one of the country's sexiest actresses was sitting naked on my penis and giving off signals that she wasn't faking the attraction.

Reaching up, I placed both my hands on her breasts. Another hand joined mine, black. I ceded one of Jill's boobs to Chantal, seeking out hers instead.

"Cut!

"Great, everyone. Please reset and we'll go again."

We repeated the scene as before.

"OK, please reset, we'll do one more take. This time, I want you to improvise from the start; connect with the people around you. Don't be shy. Have fun."

"Action!"

Jill rolled to face me again, we kissed briefly, then she turned away. I mirrored her movement. Now I was facing Chantal. I dipped my head to suck on her nipples, and put one hand on her pussy, discretely slipping my middle finger inside her. Making sure that it was hidden from the cameras, she grabbed my cock.

"Mount me!" she instructed. Using my cock as a handle, she dragged me atop of her, spreading her legs, making it easy for me to enter. Simulated sex looks very realistic when you are doing it for real.

"Cut!" called Alan.

Reluctantly, I withdrew from Chantal, leaving both of us unsatisfied.

"Damn," she exclaimed.

Around us other couples separated, judging by the glistening, erect cocks we weren't the only ones who had been indulging.

As we headed for the wardrobe department, I met up with Joanna.

"I'm so sorry that we were separated," I said.

"No problem," she laughed, "I ended up with Tom, this hunky chap from a soap. I saw you with our leading lady. Was she faking it?"

"As a gentleman, I can neither confirm nor deny." Winking at her.

Back in our room, Joanna said she had a date with Tom that evening.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

"Of course not, have a good time."

"See you in the morning, I hope," she said.

There was a party atmosphere amongst the extras that evening. Shooting was finished for them, and they'd had a stimulating day. Chantal and I were sitting together at dinner.

"Where's that pretty little woman you were with?"

"On a date."

"Good, I am still fired up from today, and I want you to finish the job."

We headed upstairs as soon as possible and quickly stripped off. Chantal pushed me backwards onto the bed, taking my cock in her mouth. I was quickly fully hard, but she kept going.

"You'd better stop that, or I'll be coming too soon."

Chantal relented.

"Can't have that, shuffle up."

Chantal climbed on top of me. With a deft movement she guided my cock into her cunt. The sex was urgent. She rode me energetically, up and down, then switched to grinding herself against me. After a day of faking sex, it was inevitable that the end came quickly for both of us. We showered, then climbed into bed for the night.

To our surprise, Joanna returned during the night. It took us a moment to understand what was happening.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Chantal.

"Sorry, Joanna, I assumed you would be gone all night," I said.

"So did I," she said miserably, "we had sex, then he threw me out. Turns out he's an absolute shit."

By now, Chantal was out of bed, embracing Joanna.

"Sounds like it," she agreed. "Why don't you come to bed? There's room for us all."

Joanna fell asleep, comforted by Chantal.

The next morning, we made love to Joanna. Chantal went down on the young woman while I concentrated on her mouth and breasts.

"Relax," I told her, "this is for you. A gift from two friends."

The next morning, I moved to Sodham Hall, a perk of my promotion to cast member. My next scene was scheduled to be shot in the afternoon, so I sat and rehearsed my lines again until one of the production assistants came to drive me to the set.

My first stop was Wardrobe for a fitting. It seemed like overkill for a pair of swimming trunks, but I supposed they had to find a suitable pair. The wardrobe mistress measured me, then consulted a rack of costumes.

"Try these," she instructed, handing me a pair of Speedos.

I looked around for somewhere to change.

"Don't be shy," she said in an exasperated tone.

I decided to put on a show. Slowly, I removed my shirt, my shoes, my socks, my jeans, and finally my pants. I made no effort to hide myself from her gaze.

My bravado failed as I struggled to pull on the costume. It was too small.

"Oh dear, you must be bigger than you look," my tormentor announced.

The next pair went on without difficulty. She had been messing with me.

After lunch, we drove down to the estate's lake. The scene was going to be Jill watching me swim, climb onto a jetty, and dry off. Then the same as a fantasy with me naked, followed by us having sex outdoors. We were the only two actors, and the whole sequence was much simpler than the day before, so we should be finished earlier.

The crew were already there setting up their equipment. Alan walked us through what he wanted, where we should start, and when and how we should move.

The water wasn't too deep, so I walked to my starting position, then swam to the jetty when Alan called action. We had a couple of takes, and then I slipped my Speedos off for a few for the naked version.

The climbing out scene came next. I put the trunks back on and hauled myself up the ladder. Then it was off with the trunks again for a few more takes. I was very conscious of how near the camera was; it was undoubtedly going to be a full-frontal close-up.

Then it was trunks on again while they shot me drying off for 'real' and off once more for the fantasy scene.

Throughout the three scenes, they were also filming reaction shots of Jill's face.

The final scene of the afternoon was to be us having sex.

"What I want is for you, Adam, to finish drying yourself and then turn; you will see Jill, naked, walking towards you. You know what she wants, so you spread the towel on the grass. You embrace, then kiss, then lie down. After that, it's up to you.

"You worked well together yesterday. I'm sure that today you can give us something even hotter."

Alan called 'Action', and we began. Jill's walk towards me was the most seductive thing I think I have ever seen. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest, and tilting her head up, lips open, to kiss me. Like yesterday, her tongue quickly joined the action.

I ran my hands down her back, grasping her arse cheeks, pulling her against my semi-erect cock. Over her shoulder, I saw a gesture from Alan. It was time to lie down. I started to move, and Jill picked up immediately; we both sank to the ground.

Positioning myself between Jill's thighs, I began to imitate oral. Well, mostly imitate; I couldn't resist occasionally licking her.

She pulled me up. I licked and kissed my way along her body, taking time with her breasts, detouring via her neck, until I reached her mouth. By now my cock was rubbing against her pussy. Jill moaned and writhed in pleasure, perhaps real, perhaps not, perhaps a bit of both.

"Cut!

"That was fantastic, but I want to get another few takes in the can while we still have good light.

"Reset everyone!"

We went again.

"Fantastic," cried Alan, "I want to do it again, but this time, Jill, I want you to give Adam a blow job before you lie down."

Once again, Jill sashayed over to me, draped her arms around my neck, and we kissed. She couldn't see Alan, so when he gave a signal, I gave her a gentle push on the shoulders, and she dropped to her knees.

Her head bobbed backwards and forward as if she were giving me head. My cock was starting to rise so she held it out of the way, which did not help my condition.

I relayed another signal from Alan, and we lay down on the towel. This time, I positioned myself above her for some simulated old-fashioned missionary sex. Alan called 'Cut!'.

We went twice more, the first time on our sides with me behind Jill, the second with her legs folded back. Of course, this meant pussy and penis contact was inevitable. My cock was like a heat-seeking missile locked onto a target. Not entering her was extraordinarily difficult. More than once, the tip slipped in. It was all I could do to pull out.

Jill had a big grin on her face. Whether from teasing me or the near-sex, I did not know.

Alan called 'Cut' for the final time that day.

A golf cart took us back to the cluster of tents and vehicles beside the house.

"Come to my trailerI" Jill demanded.

As we were only wearing robes, it didn't take long to undress.

"Fuck me! Fuck me for real!" she demanded.

She bent forward, hands resting on a table. I slid easily inside her, thrusting as hard and as fast as I could until we both came. It was so vigorous that I wondered if the trailer had been rocking, if anybody had realised what was happening inside.

The longer I stayed, the bigger the risk of somebody realising. I hurried to put my robe back on and headed to Wardrobe to get dressed.

We shared a car back to the hotel. Jill said, "I bet there are some great country pubs around here. I could do with a change from the fancy stuff on the hotel menu."

"The Spinners Arms at Compton Dennis is not far. They do a great sausage and mash, plus there's a nice beer garden with a view of the village duck pond."

"Sounds good," she said.

The bar was busy; I recognised many of the patrons and greeted the ones I knew.

"Hi Adam, fancy seeing you again," said Alison, the traditionally buxom barmaid.

"A pint of Hooky?" she asked. I nodded.

She was about to ask Jill what she wanted when she realised there was a famous actress at her bar.

"Oh, er, hi, nice to see you here," she stammered.

Jill put her out of her misery, "Thank you, it's nice to be here. I'd like a G&T, please."

We ordered our food and then took our drinks outside, sitting at a shady table. There was a lot of whispering and pointing as people began to recognise Jill.

"This must happen all the time. Does it get annoying?" I asked.

"Sometimes, but most people are very good about it. Anyway, how come you know this place?"

"Remember Chantal, the black woman from the orgy scene?"

"How could I forget her? The pair of you were fucking right next to me!"

"Yeah, that was a stupid question. Anyway, her training centre is just up there. I spent some time there last summer."

"Did you screw her then?"

"Er, a gentleman never tells," I replied lamely.

Jill laughed, "I guess that is an answer I should be grateful for."

Beth, Alison's more exuberant sister, brought out our food.

"Oh, hello, it is you", she said, "I thought Alison was pulling my leg."

"Hi, Beth, this is Jill."

"I hope Adam is keeping you satisfied; he's got a way with women," Beth winked.

"Don't worry, we're planning to spend tomorrow in bed. I'm sure he won't disappoint."

Now it was Beth's turn to look surprised.

"Jill's teasing you," I explained, "it's a bedroom scene for a film."

"Oh, you should try the real thing," said Beth as she walked away, chuckling.

"Her too?" asked Jill, one eyebrow raised.

"You might think that, but I couldn't possibly comment," I replied, grinning.

I thought Jill might invite me to her room that evening, but she brushed me off with a soft kiss on the lips.

"Tomorrow, tiger. I need my beauty sleep tonight."

I joined her on the short drive to Firk Hall for the day's filming.

It doesn't take long to undress and put on a robe, so Wardrobe was quick. Make-up didn't take much longer. An assistant led me up to the bedroom we would be using. It was everything you would expect for the master bedroom of such a house: a four-poster bed, wood panelling, and tapestry hangings.

The historic décor was in stark contrast to the forest of lights, reflectors, sound booms, cameras and assorted paraphernalia required by a film crew. The combination was jarring and left the room cluttered.

Alan talked us through what he wanted. He was full of ideas, and I realised that we would be filming the same scene multiple times from different angles. It was going to be a long day.

We started by Jill and I lying side by side on the bed, talking. The first take went badly. The acoustics in the room were a challenge for the sound crew, and the canopy over the bed made lighting difficult.

We chatted quietly during the long delay while the crew resolved the issues.

"Is it true that you and Jacqueline had sex on set?"

"I refer you to my previous answers."

"Are you sure that she didn't slip a hand beneath the sheet covering the two of you and play with your cock, like this?"

"Are you going to be teasing me all day?"

"Oh, no. I'm going to step it up at some point. I've never had sex on set before."

The second take went much better. The third was the same, but with the sheet pulled down to our waists, Jill's breasts in full view. Then again, with the sheet fully down, her pussy and my penis on display.

Next was oral sex, me on Jill. Again, we shot with the sheet up, partially down and entirely so. When I was hidden, I did it for real. We had to do a couple of retakes of that one. I wondered if she had fluffed her lines deliberately.

We broke for lunch.

"Thank you for playing along this morning," Jill smiled. "Do you think we can fuck on set without anybody noticing?"

"Honestly? No. Jacqueline and I were fairly discreet, but there's still video that leaves no doubt about what we were doing.

"The UK press reaction was bad enough when it was a French actress and an unknown English schoolboy. Imagine if it were you?"

"Good point," she confessed. "But what about beneath the sheets?"

"Penetration, yes. Satisfaction, not certain. Imagine that Alan calls 'Cut!' just as we're working up to a climax. Coitus Interruptus."

"That's not so good. Let's save satisfaction for this evening. But I still want your cock inside me on set."

"Deal."

After lunch, it was time for Jill to blow me. Unsurprisingly, under the cover of the sheet, she didn't hold back.

From there, we moved on to sex in various positions. Alan's insistence on shooting with more or less of us concealed by the sheet made for slow progress, but allowed me to make good on my deal with Jill.

During a lull in filming, she said, "You were right about the satisfaction part. The positive is that it's making me even more horny for this evening. I'm going to fuck your brains out, and then some."

With the final call of 'Cut!', we couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.

"I love teasing men that I want to sleep with. It really turns me on," she whispered to me in the car.

Forgoing any attempt at discretion, we rushed up the stairs to Jill's room.

We got no further than the floor just inside her room. Our desire fueled by a day of faking it. Now we could let rip, without worrying about what cameras might see. There was minimal foreplay; we didn't need it. I was hard and she was wet. She spread her legs, and I entered her. Despite our heightened state of arousal, we kept going longer than you might imagine. But it couldn't last. Our orgasms were long and strong.

Drenched in sweat, we headed to the shower, taking our time to gently wash, rinse, and dry each other.

Afterwards, we had sex again, this time in the comfort of her bed. This time, we went slowly, enjoying our bodies. I was particularly taken by her breasts, not their size, which was average, but by her eraser-like nipples that became even more prominent when erect.

She sucked my cock, my balls and then my arse. I spread my legs to give her as much access as possible. The touch of her tongue on my anus had me back to maximum stiffness.

We shuffled around so that I could do the same for Jill, running my tongue in elaborate patterns from her clit to her arse and back again. She moaned and jerked beneath me, reaching out to play with my cock. I did the same with one of her breasts.

Changing position again, I entered her from behind, slowly and deeply, gradually building up my pace until I could hold back no longer, ejaculating hard inside her.

We slept well that night.

My work on the film had finished, so it was time to say farewell to Jill. Fortunately, she had a late call, so we fucked again in the morning.

Epilogue

On the drive home, I reflected on how much I had enjoyed being naked in front of others. In a few weeks, I would be beginning a year working for a consulting company in London. Although I was looking forward to it, I doubted that there would be so many opportunities for exhibitionism.

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This is a work of fiction. Constructive criticism is welcome.

This is the last in this series for now. You can read about some of his other adventures in 'Adam in Asia'.