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Clampdown
So, that was it. What seemed inevitable was now official. Lockdown. We all had to stay at home with a few exceptions, such as for exercise and essential shopping. In theory, for somebody who works from home as I do, it should not be a problem, but I was dreading it.
I share a basement flat with my girlfriend, Molly, and her best friend, Sophie. It is small and dark, with no outside space except for a few square yards of paving at the front. I usually would spend some of the day working at a nearby coffee shop or sitting in the park, sometimes meeting a current or potential client for my web design business. I love the vibrancy of the city. The ease of getting around. Even the noise and the smell. Now, it seemed like all of that had been taken away from me. The place I had grown up in had been placed in an artificial coma.
The next morning, I talked about it with Molly. She was back in New Zealand visiting her parents. Her father was seriously ill, and her mother was struggling to cope. The country had entered lockdown a few days earlier. Even if she wanted to return to London, it was unclear if it was possible. She missed her job as a journalist, but leaving her parents was too risky. They needed her there.
Sophie had it worse. Her job as an assistant stage manager in a West End theatre was gone. At least I had work, and Molly had her parents to look after. She had nothing to do and nowhere to go.
It was Laura, our landlady, who saved us.
A couple of days later, the doorbell rang. Initially, I thought that there was nobody there, but then I realised Laura was standing at the top of the steps up to street level.
"Hi," she said, sweetly, "sorry for the interruption. However, I have an idea I'd like to discuss with you all. Could we talk in the back garden? Social distancing and all that."
"Why not?" I replied. "Nothing else to do!".
"Is ten minutes OK? I will unlock the door to the side passage. You should wrap up warm."
"That's fine. See you soon".
I closed the door and went to find Sophie. She was slumped on the couch watching TV. She shrugged when I told her what Laura had said, got up, put on shoes and a heavy coat.
Laura was waiting on the patio, sitting in a chair, with a steaming mug in her hand. A few yards away was a small table with a thermos and three mugs on it, along with three more chairs arranged around it. She looked a little quizzical when only Sophie and I appeared; she was expecting Molly, too.
"Molly is in New Zealand, with her parents," I explained. "Goodness knows how long she will be stuck there."
"At least she is with family", Laura replied. "I feel sorry for anyone stuck on their own. Which is sort of what I wanted to talk to you about.
"I am very conscious that the flat is small and dark, with no proper outside space. Not a good place to be cooped up in, however long this lasts. In comparison, I have the rest of the house and this garden to myself. So, I wanted to suggest that we form one of these household bubbles.
"You get more space and access to the garden, and I would welcome some company. We could eat together if you like. Perhaps sharing shopping trips can also help reduce the risk.
"What do you think?"
I looked at Sophie. She nodded. I nodded.
"Sounds good," we said in unison.
Laura smiled, "Great!
"If you are happy, we could open up the stairs so that you could get to the garden without having to go out the front. And I propose that I cook for the three of us this evening, say half past six?"
"Sounds good," we both said again.
"Any food preferences I should know about?" she asked.
"Not for me," I replied.
"Nor me," added Sophie.
That afternoon, I cleared the clutter in front of the door to the internal stairs that must once have been used by the servants when the house was built. Just before 6:30pm, I slid back the bolt, unlocked the door, and opened it. With a flourish, I waved for Sophie to precede me. After a couple of days wearing her most casual clothes, sweatpants and old t-shirts, she had made an effort: a nice blouse and jeans; the sort of thing she might wear to work.
The door at the top of the stairs was already open.
We emerged directly into a kitchen and dining area that extended into the garden. There was much light from windows down one side, facing a range of modern kitchen units, and a rustic table between. The table was laid, and there was a bottle of wine, already opened, with two glasses beside it.
Laura was peering into a pot on the stove. She was dressed similarly to Sophie - in a blouse and jeans - but she was barefoot and wore an apron.
"Afraid I already started," she said, gesturing to a half-empty glass beside the stove top. "Help yourself to drinks. There's white in the fridge if you prefer. Water and juice, too. Food will be about five minutes."
She was right. Five minutes later, we were sitting at the table, bowls of spaghetti Bolognese in front of us, glasses in hand.
I raised my glass, "Here's to life in a bubble."
"Life in a bubble," they chorused as we chinked glasses.
I looked around; we were all smiling.
"I haven't felt this good in days," I said.
"Nor me," said Sophie, "this was a great idea, Laura. Thank you."
"I agree, thank you," I added.
"I should have had you guys for dinner before this, but never too late. You are both welcome and, together, we will get through this."
We ate together the next night, with Laura cooking again. We discussed practicalities, such as organising shopping deliveries when we could get a slot, and a rota for fresh items, as well as who would cook when. We discussed how long we thought the lockdown would last, the source of the virus, the government's response, and the effect it was having on us mentally and on our jobs.
Sophie was particularly morose about what she would do; when theatres would reopen, even if they would, as it seemed inevitable that some would not survive.
It turned out that Laura was worried too. She worked as a yoga teacher, which explained her lithe physique, offering lessons to individual clients and at a local studio. Neither was possible at the moment. She said it was not so much the money as being with people that she missed. Then she had an idea.
"Do you guys do yoga? Would you like me to teach you?"
And so, it began. Each morning, we gathered in Laura's front room. Sophie and I faced her on a couple of spare mats. It was a bit of a squeeze. Laura demonstrated a range of poses, talking as she went, whilst we tried to copy her. The results were mixed: Sophie was good at balance poses, but not very flexible; I was the opposite. When it came to poses involving reaching to the side we often collided and, on one occasion, I accidentally grabbed one of her substantial boobs bringing mock outrage from Sophie and laughter from Laura.
I had not expected to get much from the yoga, but the next morning I realised that I was looking forward to the session, not least because it gave me a chance to look at Laura.
She looked good. I reckoned she must be about 40, perhaps a bit older, which would make her nearly twice my age. Her body was lithe, with a flat belly and slim legs. It was hard to tell beneath the sports bra she wore for our sessions, but I reckoned her breasts were larger than you might expect. She normally wore elasticated leggings that revealed a bit of 'camel toe' in some positions. I think she caught me looking but did not comment.
A few days into our new arrangement, I cooked that evening: chicken curry, my speciality. Lots of flavour but not too spicy.
The Call-up
"Guys," said Laura, "there's something you might be able to help me with. A few of my clients have asked if I could offer them online lessons. What do you think?"
"It is technically possible", I stated. "Lots of details to sort out: live-stream or recorded? Payment, if you want that. And your website would need some work."
"Yeah, details," said Sophie. "Sound, lighting, that sort of thing."
That triggered a lengthy discussion about how to make it happen, along with a seemingly longer list of tasks to accomplish and more questions to answer. It was nice to have a project to get our teeth into.
The next day, we got started. Sophie wanted to do some test shots to help figure out what equipment would be needed, so we headed to the top floor and the back bedroom where Laura usually practised. As Laura made some moves, Sophie filmed her with her phone set on a small tripod and borrowed mine to take some handheld shots from other angles. The results were terrible. Shooting towards the window created awful shadows, and shooting away from it gave us less space, making it challenging to frame Laura without using a wide-angle lens, which looked weird. We discussed using the lounge, but settled on the front bedroom on the first floor, which Laura normally used for guests. We moved the bed and most of the furniture to the back room, displacing a massage table that she had previously stored there, and conducted another test.
The results were much better. Even with a simple camera set-up and no lights, it looked good; at least I thought so. Sophie and Laura were not satisfied.
That evening, we reviewed a list that Sophie had prepared. I was wondering where the money was going to come from when Laura announced that she would pay for everything. After all, it was her business. Further, she wanted any earnings to be split between Sophie and me, with nothing for her.
"I don't need it," she explained. "My husband left me a lot. I work because I enjoy it, not because I have to."
And that was that. Sophie got busy on Amazon, and the next day, things started to arrive. Two days later, she had set up a couple of lights, the primary camera on a tripod, and another for handheld use, along with a microphone covered with one of those fluffy covers. We did some more test shots. The pictures were great, but the sound wasn't. The problem was that the volume varied hugely depending on whether Laura was facing the microphone or not.
"It will have to be a radio mike," said Sophie.
Amazon called again the next day.
With the mike attached to Laura's top, it was much better. And then she lay down and squealed.
"Ow, that transmitter box is right in the middle of my back!"
I had an idea. "How about using a Bluetooth earpiece?"
"Great idea!" said Sophie, "Do you have one, Laura?"
She did. We had to use her phone for the recording, and some tape to keep it in her ear for 'downward dog' and similar head-down poses, but it worked.
Sophie retreated to the powerful new Mac and began editing. She had done some video work at university, so she knew what she was doing. We watched the first results at dinner. She had done a great job of using images from both cameras, correctly synced to the soundtrack.
The next morning, we shot three more sessions. This time, Sophie showed me how the software worked so that we could share editing duties. Meanwhile, Laura shared the first recording with a couple of her most enthusiastic clients. They loved it.
Each day, we shot a couple of lessons, but we only released one, so that we built up a reserve. Laura posted on social media, and the word spread. Soon, we had people who were not clients signing up.
Sophie got more adventurous with the filming, adding two GoPro cameras, discreetly hidden behind large vases, to provide side-on shots and another looking down. She used these for picture-in-picture overlays that made the positions clearer. Laura was delighted.
One evening, Laura dropped a minor bombshell at dinner.
"There's one aspect of my work that I have not shared with you yet."
Sophie and I exchanged glances.
"I do some lessons in the nude, and I want to film those too."
Sophie spluttered on her wine. I merely gawped.
"Don't look so surprised. It feels great and is very popular."
"You want us to film you in the nude?" I stammered.
"Well, yes. Everybody in the room should be naked, otherwise it breaks the mood."
I started to object, then noticed the smile on her face.
"Don't worry, you would be very welcome, but it's not necessary."
"Thank fuck!" exclaimed Sophie.
It was an interesting topic for my daily Zoom with Molly. I couldn't decide whether she was shocked, concerned about my fidelity, or maybe a bit jealous.
We shot the first nude session that morning. After doing a regular lesson, Laura stripped off and did the same sequence of moves again. I was mesmerised and soon had an erection; thank goodness I had clothes on! Sophie seemed a little flustered, too. Later, when we reviewed the edit, I noticed that she had only used video from the fixed cameras, none from the handheld ones. Again, Laura was delighted.
The next day, we shot two nude sessions and then one clothed. As with the clothed versions, we wanted to build up a reserve. We shot the nude first so that Laura's body was free from marks caused by tight clothing. That also meant she was naked for our personal lessons each morning.
Explaining that to Molly on our daily Zoom call was a bit awkward, but she took it well, teasing me about how worked up I must be getting. She wasn't wrong.
Every Little Bit Hurts
During one of our sessions, Laura moved around us, as she sometimes did, adjusting our positions. After placing a hand on my shoulder, she gasped.
"Wow, that's stiff," she gasped, "stand up straight."
I did as I was told, and she ran her hands across both shoulders and down my spine.
"That is way too tight, young man. Too much computer time, I expect. After lunch, you and I are going to do something about it."
I had no idea what that might mean, except to throw my computer away. It turned out to be a massage.
Laura led me up to the second floor and into the rear bedroom, the one we had rejected as a filming location. Now there was a massage table where the yoga mat had been.
"Strip off and lie down," she instructed.
"Everything?" I asked.
"Yup, everything! There's no point getting anything oily unnecessarily, and besides, I have seen it all before."
I wondered what she meant by that: she hadn't seen me naked before, but I let it pass. I pulled off my T-shirt and pushed down my sweatpants and boxers simultaneously. I had no socks on; it did not take long. Dress standards were slipping.
"On the table, face down," she told me. Then draped a folded towel across my arse. I wasn't sure what the point of that was, but I didn't say anything.
As Laura bustled around me, I wondered what this massage would be like. Molly and I had fooled around a bit, but I had never had a proper massage before.
Laura poured some warm oil between my shoulders and then spread it around with her hands. She pressed into me with her fingers and thumbs, palms, and even her elbows. Working repeatedly around my neck and shoulders, sometimes from the side, sometimes leaning over my head. It was both painful and soothing. After some time - ten minutes, fifteen, I don't know - she worked down my spine, initially with long, slow strokes and then vertebra by vertebra.
"Right, now we need some warm water. Follow me," she commanded.
In the adjacent bathroom, she began to fill the bath. "Jump in!"
I had wrapped the towel around myself, but obviously that had to go. I took a deep breath and followed her instructions. Well, not the 'jump' bit.
Laura sat behind me on the end of the bath, then got me to scoot down a bit so that her feet were in the water, resting against my arse. She used the shower attachment to run hot water over each shoulder, rubbing lotion into them with her other hand. It felt great.
Then I realised that each time she leant forward to adjust the flow and temperature of the water that her bra-clad boobs were pushing against the back of my head and she could probably see my dick. Already at half-mast, I was soon at full hoist.
Eventually, she told me to get out and dry myself. Back in the massage room, she spread something called 'Tiger Balm' on my shoulders and spine, which caused a warm, tingling sensation that I was not sure about.
"Right, see you at dinner" she said and left me there with hot shoulders and a burning cock. I headed back to my bedroom where, before resuming my duties as Laura's webmaster, I had a serious wank.
Molly would want to know about this.
Sophie and I had decided that we needed some exercise. Occasional trips to the shops were not the same as dashing around London as we used to, and with all the wine and good food, we were feeling bloated. So, next morning, after shooting two sessions - one clothed, the other not - we dressed in our best approximation of running gear and headed for the park... like dozens of others, all seemingly much fitter than us. After one circuit, foolishly trying to keep up, Sophie staggered to the side of the path and threw up.
I helped her to a nearby bench where she sat, head down, occasionally sipping from a water bottle. Next thing we knew, there were two Police officers standing in front of us.
"I'm afraid you are not allowed to be sitting down, it's not exercise," said one.
"Sorry, officer, my friend threw up, we're just here until she feels well enough to get home," I explained.
Sophie just looked up with a pathetic expression. The female officer noticed the traces of vomit and crouched down. "You OK, love?"
"Yeah, will be in a minute or two. It's the first time in years that I have run any further than the bus stop."
The officer laughed, "You aren't the first we have seen in this condition. Take your time and take care."
We thanked them, and they moved on. After a couple of minutes, Sophie felt good enough to head home, but as I stood, both my calves cramped up and I collapsed back to the bench.
"Shit, that hurts!" I gasped.
Sophie laughed, "What a pair we are."
Still swearing vigorously, I nodded.
After a couple more minutes, we were ready to try again. It was a slow, painful walk.
When we reached the house, Laura was on the doorstep, receiving a grocery delivery. She laughed when she saw Sophie's dishevelled state and me leaning on her shoulders as I hobbled up the steps.
"What is this, 'The Retreat from Moscow'?" Look it up, I had to.
"Help me get these crates to the kitchen, then you," she pointed at me, "sit down, and you," pointing at Sophie, "get cleaned up."
We did as we were told. As Laura put the groceries away, I sat in one of the dining chairs and told her about our encounter with 'the Old Bill'.
"What a morning," she chuckled. "Now, let me look at your legs."
Gracefully, she knelt in front of me and felt each calf in turn, from top to bottom. "Wow, they are really tight. Even more massage work needed. Might as well get started!"
I struggled up the stairs behind her. Two flights. Ugh.
By the time I reached the top, the bath was already running. I stripped off and awkwardly clambered in. The hot water felt glorious.
When she was happy with the depth, Laura closed the taps, removed her shirt and leggings, and knelt next to the bath. Now she was dressed only in a sports bra and a thong. I had seen her wearing less, but somehow this was more exciting, more intimate. She reached in and began to gently knead my tight muscles, starting with my calves but then working up my legs.
This was a problem. With the warmth, her proximity, and the sheer intimacy of the situation, I had an erection. And not just a gentle, only slightly enlarged erection; it was a half-mast, tip breaking the surface scenario. Completely obvious to anyone touching my thighs, as Laura was.
She said nothing. Just calmly pushed it aside when needed and carried on as if this was quite normal. Perhaps it was for her, but not for me. She had never touched me there before; few had, and none so casually. I was now fully erect, pointing directly at her face.
She grinned at me, "That's enough for now. Massage next. Dry off and come through when you are ready".
I blushed. Was it the heat of the water? Embarrassment? Anticipation? Was I wrong to sense a hesitation before 'for now'? What might come later? Might I come later? Of course, I would. The question was whether it would be self-administered.
I dried off, wrapped myself in the towel, and walked the couple of paces to the massage room. My legs certainly felt better. My dick was still very hard.
"Lie down, please," she instructed, "on your front... if you can."
I heard a smirk in her voice. She was enjoying this. It occurred to me that this was the first time she had seen me with a full-blown erection. Sure, I had been a bit when we were filming her naked, but it would not have been obvious; would it? That question did not help my state.
I dropped the towel and lay down, penis pointing towards my head. It wasn't very comfortable, but trying to put it between my legs was a non-starter.
Unlike yesterday, there was no towel draped across my backside. Laura was not making this easy.
She started on my left leg, which was closest to her. With warm oil lubricating my skin, she worked her thumbs, fingers, and palms into my calves. Her touch was heavy, but it felt great. With a couple of long strokes, she moved up to my thigh, and then my arse, working on each in the same was as my lower leg. Occasionally, adding more oil.
I was in heaven. And still very, very stiff.
Laura moved around the table and began to work on my right leg. Things started much as before, but as she got higher, it became more intimate. There was an occasional grazing touch on my balls and when she reached my arse her hands strayed between my cheeks, almost touching my ring. And I swear she deliberately dribbled a little oil down there.
My erection was almost painful.
"Right, turn over," she commanded, "we'll do your shoulders again tomorrow."
"But, but" I stammered, knowing that my hard-on would be revealed.
"Don't be shy, I've seen plenty of stiff dicks in my time. It's not a problem."
As I rolled over, I noticed a mischievous grin on her face. She was enjoying this.
While Laura worked on the front of my thighs, I tried to think of something that would distract me so that my erection would subside. Unfortunately, I could not stop my mind wondering when and where she had seen 'plenty of stiff dicks'. That did not help.
After a while, working on my thighs, she caught my eye.
"Would you like me to do something about this?" indicating my penis by wrapping a hand around it.
"Gnnggh!" was all I managed.
"Would Molly mind?"
"Erm, yargh". It's not easy talking when you're trying to hold an orgasm in.
"Sophie said she'd given you permission to fuck her.
"The thing is," she cooed, "I really want you to come for me.
"Molly even sent me a message to tell me it was OK."
WTF!
Laura leaned forward, took my cock in her mouth... and that was it. I came. Instantly. Copiously. She looked a bit surprised. Then she swallowed. And smiled.
"Wow, that was quick! I prefer some warning, but I guess I brought that on myself with all that teasing. Sorry."
WTF!
My head slumped back onto the table. My head was spinning.
Laura offered me a bottle of water and helped me sit up to drink it.
"Did Molly really tell you it was OK?"
"She did."
"Fuck" I mumbled. "We only talked about it this morning. I thought it was just a suggestion, something to discuss, not a done deal."
"So, you tried to hold out?" she asked.
I nodded.
"She's a lucky woman.
"I'll leave you to recover. Have a shower if you want. Take your time. I'll see you at dinner," and with that, she was gone.
At dinner, it was clear that Chef Sophie had some idea of what had happened.
"How was your massage?
"Did you feel... relieved afterwards?
"Are you still stiff?"
Laura playfully slapped her arm. "Leave him alone."
"Very protective," said Sophie, "almost motherly."
The slap that followed was a little harder. Laura and Sophie collapsed in a fit of giggles.
My call with Molly the next morning began rather tensely.
"I thought it was an idea!" I complained.
"Yeah, it was, sort of, but I decided I was OK with it, and you wouldn't mind," Molly replied.
"Wish you'd told me," I grumbled.
"I thought you'd like the surprise!"
"Huh, I almost had a heart attack trying not to come. I thought my cock would explode, and not with cum!"
Molly laughed. "Anyway, you know that you have my permission to fuck Laura and Sophie whenever you want. No! Make that as soon as possible, I think Sophie is going to get an RSI from using her dildo."
"OK," I responded reluctantly, "I'll do my best. But what about you? What are you going to do?"
"Well, there's Long Ed next door..."
"You mean the old guy with the big dick that wanders around nude all day?"
"He's a naturist, he only 'wanders around' in his back garden, and he covers up when he sees any neighbours."
"Maybe, but he's still old."
"Beggars can't be choosers, but Sophie might have a solution."
"What? From eleven thousand miles away?"
"Yup, her cousin, Hannah, is stranded in Wellington with some guy she picked up back-packing. They are stuck in a hostel and running out of money fast. We're trying to figure out if they could stay here instead."
"How does that help?"
"Maybe she'll share the guy? Sophie says she's quite open-minded."
"I hope so. If I can fuck Sophie, it's only fair for you to fuck someone else. I'm cool with anything that happens," I reassured her.
The rest of the call was me telling her about the exercise disaster and the massage that followed in detail. Telling my girlfriend about our landlady giving me a blowjob, albeit a quick one, was seriously weird.
After talking to Molly, I went upstairs to the 'studio' as we now referred to the first-floor bedroom. Sophie was already there, dressed in a pair of faded sweats and a tatty t-shirt. Laura was wearing the silk robe she normally wore before filming. I knew that it would be coming off soon, and she would be naked. My cock stirred at the thought.
"Right, new house rule." She announced. "From now on, there is a 'no dress code'."
Sophie was as confused as I was, "What do you mean 'no dress code'? We aren't exactly hitting any kind of standard now, are we?" She gestured to herself.
"You misunderstand. I don't mean 'no dress code', I mean 'no dress code'. Naked is the 'new normal', 'nude normal' I suppose." With that, Laura shucked off her gown.
"Now, you two. Come on, strip now.
"You've seen me, I've seen Chris; let's even things up!"
Sophie and I gawped. Was this another part of Molly's plan? Had she set this up?
I sighed, "OK," and stripped at Laura's command for the third time in three days.
Sophie stared. She stared at my face, and then at my dick. "Are we really doing this?"
I nodded. She got with the program.
"Right," said Laura. "We'll start with 'Salute to the sun'." And so, we did.
The whole session gave me a chance to look more closely at Sophie. From being around her in the flat, and especially our yoga sessions with Laura, I knew she had a good body, but the reality was superb. Full boobs with large areolae and prominent nipples; possibly erect I thought. Like most black women she had a largish arse, not my preference but it really suited her. I could also see that she had a patch of pubes, trimmed, above her cunt.
At the end of the session, I reached for my clothes absent-mindedly.
"Nope," said Laura. "Remember the new rule: no clothes in the house. Wear a robe if you must, but it must be open at the front. An apron for cooking is OK. I will put a robe by the front door for when there are deliveries.
"Carry a towel if you want to sit on something. Perhaps I should order a load to put on chairs; don't want any stains." She winked.
And so began our 'nude normal'.
Apart from the lack of clothes, the day was much like the ones before: in the morning, we shot a couple of lessons, and in the afternoon, Sophie focused on editing, while I uploaded both naked and clothed versions of the next-to-be-released recording, handled new subscriptions, and attended to other web-related tasks. Laura did social media, planned coming sessions, and generally kept things moving.
It was weird to glance up and see the others naked, especially Sophie, and each time I felt myself stiffen, I was working much slower than usual.
About 4pm, Laura stood up and announced that it was time for my massage. I had been wondering if there would be another, but did not want to presume. As I followed her up the stairs - which was a great view - I was getting quite hard. She led me to the massage room.
"Lie down on your front again" she instructed, adding "if you can" after a glance at my cock.
I did as I was told. First, she did a quick check of my shoulders and legs.
"Both areas are still stiff, but not as bad as before. I will start with your shoulders."
And she did. Pretty much as before: hard presses from fingers, thumbs, palms, and elbows. It was not as uncomfortable as it had been, which I took as a good sign. When she was at the head of the table, whenever she reached further down my back, I could feel her boobs on my head and neck. Previously, they had been confined by her sports bra; now, they were free. I got harder.
Things got worse when she moved to my legs. There were fewer probing presses and more flowing strokes than yesterday, and there was no holding back at the top of my thighs. She touched my balls every time, and frequently ran her hands into my crack, sometimes teasing my anus. I nearly lost it when she started to push in with one finger.
She sensed it, "Too much?"
"Ffngghhh!" I answered.
"Ok, turn over."
I did.
"Gosh, I can see another area of stiffness", she deadpanned. "I have a special technique for that."
Laura turned to a shelf where a variety of tubs and bottles were displayed. She scooped some lotion from one, spread it on her palms and began to work it into my penis.
"This should slow you down a bit," she explained. Then, with a graceful movement, she was up on the table, straddled me, and slowly lowered herself onto me. When I was fully inside, she was still for a moment.
"I have wanted to do this for days, but I had to wait for Molly's permission."
"That's OK," I stammered, "you're welcome, umm, any time."
With that, she began to raise and lower herself, slowly at first, then faster. I began to thrust upwards, and we managed to find a rhythm. It didn't take long. She came, and the contractions tipped me over the edge, too. It felt like quite a load. Then I realised we had not used a condom; my concern must have shown.
Laura realised the issue, "Don't worry, I am protected. You can come inside me... any time." Echoing my words from a few minutes before.
She leaned down and we kissed for the first time. Softly, gently, then she broke the contact, laying her head on my shoulder.
"Thank you, I needed that."
"Me too," I replied.
I awoke with a start. Laura was climbing off the table. How long had I been asleep?
"Going for a shower," she said. "Then I need to get dinner started. Take your time. See you downstairs."
I waited until Laura had finished in the bathroom, then took a shower myself. When I got out, I looked for my clothes, then remembered that I had none, and wasn't allowed any. Strange times.
Downstairs, I found Sophie in 'the office', aka the dining room. The table was cluttered with the Mac we used for editing and a couple of laptops. She was sitting at the former.
"Hi Chris. How was your massage?"
"Good, thanks, I am feeling much better."
"Very pleased for you." She didn't sound it. I proceeded to give a couple of new members access to the videos.
Sophie was quiet throughout dinner. After we cleared up, she headed back to the 'office', saying that she had an edit to finish. We both noticed her tone.
"Go," Laura said quietly, "I'll finish here."
The Equaliser
Sophie was already sitting in front of the iMac, but was doing nothing. I pulled a chair close and put a hand on her arm.
"What is it?"
She sniffed. "Sorry, I'm feeling a bit lonely. You and Laura had fun this afternoon, and you'll probably be fucking each other senseless again tonight, and I'm" she paused "going to be on my own again. I miss sex, but I really miss being next to someone in bed. Waking up together. Naked."
It was heartbreaking to see her in this state.
I hesitated, "You won't be. I will be with you. Just you and me. We can fuck if you want, or not, but we will sleep side by side. No clothes. Just as you want."
She looked at me with a hint of surprise. "But you could be with Laura!"
"Well, perhaps, but she hasn't asked, and I don't want to presume.
"In any case, Molly told me to look after you. So, that is what I am going to do."
With that, I took her hand and stood up.
"Let's go to bed."
Laura was still tidying up. She gave me a thumbs up as I led Sophie to the stairs that led to our flat. Downstairs, I took her to the room I normally shared with Molly.
"Bigger bed," I explained. Sophie nodded.
"Going to do my teeth first," she said, heading for the bathroom.
When she walked back into the room, I admired the view. Dark skin, curvy figure, full breasts with prominent nipples, a tidy patch of pubic hair. A complete contrast to Laura, but equally beautiful. Was I really going to fuck them both on the same day? The answer was 'no, not exactly'.
When I returned from cleaning my teeth, Sophie was already under the duvet, lying on her side. After switching off the lights, I crawled in beside her, my front to her back, my cock stiffening against her arse.
"Thank you," she murmured. "I hope you aren't just doing this because Molly told you to."
I thought for a moment. "Yes, and no. I mean, I wouldn't do this without her permission, but I am happy to be here, with you, like this."
"Good answer," she replied. "Molly's a good friend, so even with her agreement, let's not get carried away."
"Good answer," I echoed.
And that was that. We fell asleep, spooning, my cock hard against her arse, but no more.
I woke with a start. It took me a moment to figure out what was happening. Where was I? I was in the bed I share with Molly. But Molly was in New Zealand. So, whose arm is that? Wrong colour for Molly. Then I put it all together: it was Sophie's arm. I had taken her to bed as a comfort to her because she had been missing bodily contact. As far as I could remember we hadn't fucked, just cuddled up together.
My phone chimed.
I reached over and saw that it was a Zoom call from Molly. I could see that I had missed one already. Perhaps that was what had woken me. Sophie stirred beside me.
"What time do you call this? You missed our usual schedule, and I can see that you're still in bed!
"Were you fucking Laura all night?" she asked. I shook my head.
"What about Sophie, then? Did you fuck her all night?" I shook my head again.
"Have you fucked her at all? You know I told you to. What are you waiting for?"
I finally found the power of speech.
"I have not fucked Sophie yet, but I think I will quite soon."
I switched to the rear camera, which gave a good view of Sophie giving me a blow job.
"Ffuuucccckkkkk," said Molly.
"Sophie, say 'Hi' to Molly," I instructed. But she couldn't, not with her mouth full, she gave a grunt and a little wave instead. I toggled back to the front camera.
"Ffuuucccckkkkk," s Molly again, "that's hot!
"I want to hear what happened yesterday, but you need to give that girl your full attention. Call me when you can, doesn't matter how late."
I blew her a kiss and cut the call.
Sophie kept blowing me, but when she sensed I was about to come, she half-crawled, half-slid up my body. With her impressive boobs pressing into my chest, she gave me a deep, passionate kiss. I responded in kind.
"Thank you for last night, thank you for comforting me, thank you for not taking advantage."
I became aware of my cock rubbing against her inner thighs and, occasionally, her cunt. She slid back and sat up. Reaching beneath her, she grasped my shaft, manoeuvred the tip against her lips, and slowly impaled herself on me. After a moment, she began to move quickly, urgently. It did not take long. She howled as she came. I unloaded into her.
There was applause from the doorway. Laura was standing there with a big grin on her face.
"I was worried about you missing breakfast and then yoga. I see that I should not have been. Take your time. We don't need to do anything today."
With that, she was gone. Sophie and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"It's like being caught fucking by your mother," she said.
"As I fucked her yesterday, I prefer not to think of it in those terms."
"Good point," she replied. "I won't mention it again."
Sophie collapsed on me, "I needed that."
We lay together for a while.
"Hungry?" she asked. I nodded.
Laura was sitting at the kitchen table, writing in the book she used to plan lessons.
"Shall I make brunch?" she smiled. We both nodded.
As I cleared my plate, I realised that I had not spoken to Molly. I grabbed my phone.
"Sorry, need to call Molly," I said over my shoulder as I headed for the front room.
I glanced at my watch. The time difference was a bitch, it would be past midnight in Auckland.
Molly was in bed when she answered.
"Hiya, handsome. How was it with Sophie?"
"Good, no, great! She needed it. So would I if not for Laura yesterday."
"You haven't told me about that yet. I only know because of Laura's message."
"Yeah. A lot has happened since we had a full debrief."
So, I told her about the massage with Laura, Sophie's reaction, our night together, and what had happened the morning after.
"How about you?"
"Nothing so exciting, sad to say. I'm jealous."
"Babe, I'm sorry, I'll stop!"
"No, don't, I want you to have fun! I'm enjoying living vicariously."
"Is there nothing for you?" I asked.
"Hannah and Lars arrive tomorrow."
"Fingers crossed."
Molly yawned. "Sorry, I think I need to sleep."
"Of course, sleep well. Speak tomorrow. Love you!"
"Love you too!" she replied.
Back in the kitchen, Laura and Sophie were sipping coffees.
"All OK?" Laura asked.
"Yes, no problem. She's pleased that we are having fun."
"Is she getting any?" Sophie asked.
"Not yet, but Hannah and Lars arrive tomorrow. Maybe that will work out."
"Great, I am going to talk to Hannah about sharing him," said Sophie.
48 Hours
"We need to take a break," said Laura, "We've been so busy and have not had a rest. I declare this to be the start of a weekend."
"I know how we can all relax. Come up to my room in 15 minutes."
Sophie and I glanced at each other. "Sure," we replied.
We finished our drinks and headed upstairs.
Laura's room was decorated in the soft, vaguely eastern style that she had used in her yoga and massage rooms. Many candles flickered around the room, and there was a pleasant aroma from a burning joss stick on a dressing table. She was sitting in the lotus position on a large mattress lying directly on the floor.
"Come, sit," she gestured to two cushions in front of her. We did as she instructed.
"Right, today we are going to do some tantric massage. You will love it. Who is going to be the first subject?"
"Me," squeaked Sophie, "you've massaged Chris several times already."
"Of course," said Laura, "Chris, please sit over there," she pointed at a sort of chair without legs. "Sophie, come with me."
They stood to the side of the bed, facing each other. Laura asked Sophie to close her eyes, then wrapped a piece of material around her head as a blindfold. She began to move slowly around her, running the tips of her fingers lightly across Sophie's body. With each circuit, she moved a little lower. When she touched her nipples, Sophie sighed with pleasure.
I was entranced.
When she reached Sophie's feet, Laura knelt in front of her as if in praise. Then she stood behind her, cupping her breasts. Sophie practically purred, tilting her head back onto one of Laura's shoulders. Finally, Laura took Sophie's hand and led her across to the bed, helping her lie down, before spreading a thin cotton sheet, like a beach wrap, over her. Kneeling at her side, Laura placed her hands at the top and bottom of Sophie's spine.
Then, standing by Sophie's feet, Laura slowly pulled the sheet downwards. There was a gasp as the tassels on the end of the sheet slipped over her arse and between her thighs, obviously tickling a sensitive area. With the sheet gone, Laura took each foot in turn, pulled it up so that Sophie's whole leg was clear of the bed and gave it a waggle, then gently lowered it back.
"Chris, would you like to help?"
I kneeled beside Sophie, opposite Laura.
"Mirror my moves," she instructed.
We started the massage without using any oil, lightly touching and tapping Sophie's body from neck to foot several times. Laura spread some oil on her back, and we switched to long, flowing strokes, repeating them from neck to foot. Each time we ran our fingers closer to her pussy; she squirmed in response.
After Sophie turned over, we repeated the sequence, first without oil, then with. We played with her boobs, gradually working towards her nipples. Initially, as we worked our way down her body, we avoided her pussy but each time we got closer, running our fingers along her inner thighs before swerving away.
I remembered how Laura had done the same with me.
Finally, Laura ended the torture. Finally, she touched Sophie's pussy. Instantly, Sophie groaned and bucked in orgasm.
After allowing her time to recover, Laura began to explore Sophie's pussy with her fingers. I sat by to watch and learn. The gentleness and slowness of her touch were incredible and effective, judging by Sophie's reaction.
"Chris, fuck me!" demanded Sophie.
Laura handed me a condom.
Positioning myself between Sophie's legs, I entered her cunt which was so wet that I slid in without any effort. She wrapped her legs behind me, trying to pull me deeper still. I thrust as fast and hard as I could. She was so turned on already that she was orgasming almost continually, and it wasn't long before I came too.
"Stay with her," Laura instructed.
She returned with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth, "wipe some of the oil off her. I'll get some cold water."
The combination helped Sophie recover. "Wow, thank you both, that was the most intense experience ever!"
"It was pretty hot for me, too," I added. "Laura, you are amazing!"
She grinned. "Thank you."
We spent the rest of the afternoon lazing around, barely moving from Laura's bed, and it was with some reluctance that I headed to the kitchen to cook our evening meal.
"Where did you learn that stuff?" Sophie asked as we ate.
Laura hesitated before answering. "When I was younger, not long out of university, I got involved in escorting. The woman that I worked for arranged tantra lessons for me, and I loved it. Since then, I have done a few courses and found other people with the same interest.
"I don't escort any more, haven't for a long time, but it left me very comfortable being naked in front of others. I love doing it, and with lockdown, you were the only possible targets.
"I'm sorry to have inflicted it on you."
"WTF!" exclaimed Sophie.
"No apology needed," I said. "The last couple of weeks have been amazing, and I can't wait to try that tantra stuff with Molly."
"Poor Molly," said Sophie, "we're having hot sex and she's getting none."
"I'm not looking forward to my call tomorrow," I said gloomily.
"Would she like to watch?" asked Laura. "We could film us giving you a massage, maybe end with a hand job."
"That's a good idea; I will ask her if she'd like that."
The three of us slept in Laura's bed that night. What was supposed to be a day of relaxation had proved to be quite draining. There were no incredible sexual antics, just soft kissing and touching, before we fell asleep.
London Calling
The next morning, I made sure to be awake in time for my regular Zoom call with Molly. I also made sure that I was alone. Even though she had given me to permission to fuck both Sophie and Laura, I felt that seeing me with both of them might be too much.
"How was your fuck with Sophie?" was the first thing she said.
"Er, pretty good," I replied hesitantly. It felt wrong to be discussing such a thing with my girlfriend.
"She enjoyed it, too. She sent me a message thanking me for the loan of your penis," Molly chuckled.
"What else did you get up to yesterday?"
"Laura decided that we needed a day off, so she gave Sophie a tantric massage. It was amazing, I don't think I have ever seen someone orgasm so hard and so often. I would love to learn how so that I could give you one."
"Sounds fantastic. Believe me, I would love you to 'give me one', but I'd settle for anything at the moment. Long Ed is looking better by the day."
"What about Lars?"
"He looks fit enough, but I haven't talked to Hannah about sharing, yet." Molly yawned. "OK, I need some sleep. Speak tomorrow. Love you."
"Love you too," I replied, cutting the call.
"What did Molly think about the video idea?" asked Sophie over breakfast.
"I didn't have a chance to ask; she was half asleep already."
"We should do it anyway," said Sophie.
"Why don't we do it as an instructional video? You're massaging Sophie with me doing a voice-over, then Molly can imagine being in her place," suggested Laura.
"That's cool," said Sophie.
"I'm not sure," I said, "it still feels kind of weird to be talking to my girlfriend about having sex with someone else, let alone sending her a video of it."
"These are exceptional times," intoned Sophie. "How about if I talk to her about it?"
"Would you? Thanks," I said gratefully.
We returned to our usual routine, shooting videos in the morning and editing them in the afternoon. After dinner, we discussed the massage video idea further, then Laura and I went to bed, leaving Sophie to make a late-night call to Molly.
"She loved it," Sophie reported the next morning. "She also wants a video of me massaging Chris!"
Career Opportunities
So, preparations began to make videos of Sophie and me massaging each other. As Sophie had been the subject before, she wanted a practice run, which made sense. I was also unsure, so we ended up doing several run-throughs.
We filmed all of them, reviewing each to identify improvements for the next one. It took a couple of days to get something that we were happy with, edit it, and upload it for Molly to watch.
"Ohmigod, that was so hot!" she told me on our call the next morning. I came three times just watching. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
"There must be millions of very frustrated people out there who would pay to see those videos. You should think about it."
Molly's suggestion met with a mixed reaction at the breakfast table.
Being recognised was the main concern; we discussed ways to counter that. Could we blur our faces? Would a mask work? A balaclava?
We experimented. Blurring was possible, but it was a time-consuming process. Balaclavas worked, but they looked way too creepy. We settled on the sort of thing you might wear to a masked ball.
Molly served as our test market. 'Brilliant' was her assessment.
We wanted to keep the massage videos away from Laura's site, so I had set up an OnlyFans account for them. The reaction was very good, almost from the first day, and we started to earn a good income.
The problem was, what next? Sophie suggested that we could do sex ed stuff, which made some sense. We talked about just filming us screwing. It was Molly who gave us the answer.
"Do what you know, stick with the naked yoga, just with masks on. Maybe some with Sophie, too. I bet some people would pay to see a hot, black chick doing yoga in the nude."
That's what we did. Feeding two sites was hard work.
We were now filming three versions of each session: dressed, naked, and masked, plus additional masked recordings to build up a reserve for OnlyFans. All of which needed editing. As Sophie liked the idea of appearing in some videos, she and Laura were rehearsing for those as well.
It wasn't easy to fit it all in, but the money made it easier.
Laura kept us to a schedule: get up at a sensible time, work during the day, and have at least one day off at the weekend. We continued to share cooking and her bed as well.
Each morning, I had a Zoom call with Molly, whose situation was improving. Hannah was happy to share Lars with her, and she was also helping her to care for her parents.
All in all, Lockdown wasn't as bad as it might have been.
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You can read more about Laura's career in the series "The Fall of Laura".
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