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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We walked together, hand in hand to where we had to act. Our role was simple; to be driven a few yards, wait for a bodyguard to open the car door, before walking along a red carpet and answer a couple of questions for some journalists.
The car we sat in was huge, sleek, with leather seats and an immaculately dressed chauffeur. We sat in the back together while the directors assistant have us our instructions. Then we had to sit and wait, making small talk with the driver.
Julia had led the fun up until now so I decided it was my turn to treat her. She was sat directly behind the driver so he probably couldn't see my hand on her thigh. I lightly stroked her legs, starting just above her knees.
Her dress could easily be pushed higher, especially when she lifted her bum slightly to release the material trapped beneath her. I quickly learnt that she was wearing stockings as I felt the contrast of her beautifully soft, firm skin.
Julia just looked into my eyes and calmly said "I don't think it will be too long before they are ready to start filming", which I assumed was a hint to withdraw my hand.
I was wrong.
She caught my wrist and returned my hand, where I explored further, gently rubbing her lips through the material of her underwear. I could feel her warmth and softness as she moved her things further apart but there was no other reaction.
We could hear the directors instructions over the car radio and soon our chauffeur was told to change his number plates (6 couples would be arriving in just two cars, with cosmetic changes)
As soon as he got out, Julia's pretence ceased. She leant over to kiss full on the lips, whispering "don't stop till your door is opened". I eased her knickers to one side and fully enjoyed just how wet she was as I slid one finger inside her and gently found her clitoris with my thumb.
I wanted to make her cum before we started shooting but within moments our chauffeur had returned and we got the green light to travel the 20 yards to where we would get out.
The instant the wheels stopped I removed my hand, unable to resist the temptation to quickly lick my fingers. This still didn't stop Julia from playfully calling me a coward for removing my hand a full 3 seconds before our door was opened and a camera was right in our faces.
I got out of the car and offered her my hand as she followed me onto the red carpet, which we walked along together, with arms around each other's waist.
The 'angry protesters' were truly aggressive but soon we were in front of the 'journalists' and just had to adlib answers to their questions. When asked to pose by a photographer, with a mischievous smile Julia planted a kiss on my lips. "Is that what you're after?" she asked, as we continued down the red carpet and out of shot.
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