The same thought had occurred to Georges. Very soon, Laura would be heading for home: she would want the chance to catch up with her friends before going back to college. He hoped that she would want to return to them the following summer, but he decided that he wanted to capture her on film so that he and Vivette would be able to continue to enjoy her in the coming months.
As he thought more about this, he became more excited; it had been Vivette who had first wanted to be filmed, her exhibitionist nature revelling in displaying herself, and the introduction of Paul over the last few months had meant that their sex life had flourished. Paul enjoyed performing, and Georges enjoyed wielding the camera, his arousal at seeing his wife taken by the younger man so great that he usually gave in and joined them.
He asked Laura that night over dinner; he knew that she was fascinated by their collection of films. Laura was intrigued by the idea; she had been a little self-conscious next to the slender Vivette during their time together, but the couple's obvious delight in her voluptuous breasts and rounded curves had soon sorted that out. She felt more feminine and more desirable than she ever had, and decided to enjoy herself.
Georges was enthusiastic, not only was he planning to film her, he wanted a storyline of sorts. He decided that the tale would be an innocent young girl walking in the woods, taking advantage of her solitude, then being surprised by another couple. Laura smiled at that; she had been an innocent young woman when she had arrived in France, and this couple had certainly surprised her-what was more, she had surprised herself.
The grounds around the house were fairly extensive; part of them were wooded, a perfect setting for their film.
Georges had packed a few accessories that he thought they might need, and then the following day they set out. Paul and Vivette were giggling a little at Georges's seriousness, but they were eager to join in, knowing that Georges wanted them to pleasure the English girl in whatever way they wanted.
Laura had needed a few shots of Dutch courage from Georges's hipflask before she started, but she was soon relaxed. The warm sunlight had a soporific effect on her and the dreamy look on her face was exactly what Georges wanted. He started the camera, motioning to Paul and Vivette to be quiet, and gave Laura a few simple directions. She knew instinctively what he wanted, and she strolled across the camera's field of vision, her hips swaying, and her long legs tanned to a pale gold. The camera panned over her body, her curves half hidden behind a loose fitting shirt. She lifted her hands and held up her hair, turning so the camera could capture her full lips and long neck, moving down to the open neck of her shirt. With a voluptuous shudder, she ran her fingers through her hair and let it fall in loose curls to her shoulders.
Then she set off again, wandering across to a broad trunked tree. Leaning back against it, she let Georges capture her smoothing her hands over her breasts, weighing them in her hands, her fingers moving to stimulate her nipples through the cotton. She was braless, and her breasts hung full and heavy. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, and the camera watched as she began to expose herself, a slow striptease, all the while keeping her eyes closed.
Her shirt hung from her shoulders, her breasts half-glimpsed, but her hands moved down to her shorts, slowly unzipping, revealing a pair of white cotton panties. She slipped the shorts down a little, and pulled a little at her panties, tantalizing them all with the promise of seeing her sex, then changed her mind and turned to face the tree, hugging it, arms outstretched.
Georges smiled to himself; she was teasing them, and he panned over her plump buttocks, the shadowy cleft outlined between them. She shrugged her shoulders, and the shirt slipped down. She caught it to her and turned around again, her arms crossed across her breasts, pushing them together, creating a deep cleavage that Georges had a sudden urge to bury his face in. She was performing for them, a slow strip to exhibit her body, not as brazenly as Vivette, but equally arousing for its innocence.
He was very close to her now, the camera capturing the goose bumps that had appeared as the rough cotton of her shirt had brushed over her soft flesh. Then she let her shirt fall completely. She stood with her back to the tree, her arms above her head, face raised to the sun and eyes closed as Georges caressed her with the camera capturing every curve.
Her nipples puckered, and he whispered instructions to her. She obeyed, her hands lowering to play with her breasts, cupping them both and offering them up for his gaze as Vivette had done so long ago in the first film that Laura had seen. She moulded the soft flesh between her fingers, teasing and pulling at her nipples, the dark pink nubs peeking out between her fingers.
Georges drew back-he wanted to film her playing with herself, lost in her own eroticism. She ran her hands down her body, and slipped down her panties, then resumed her position against the tree, allowing Georges to film her like that, naked and exposed, enjoying the rough texture of the tree bark against her buttocks.
Then her hands began to move again; her nipples still erect, she continued to play with them with one hand, and the other moved down to her pussy. She knew she was wet; the thought that the three of them watching all wanted her was stimulating, and she suddenly understood why Vivette loved to perform so much. She fluffed up the curls at the base of her rounded stomach, knowing that Georges had moved in for a close up.
He was focused on her pussy now, and wanted to see her clit but she was still teasing him, drawing this out, simply stroking her plump mound and running her fingers through her curls. She remembered the times that she had felt their tongues on her; first Vivette, then Georges, and finally Paul, each time culminating in an explosive orgasm.
