"On Film"

by Julius
Copyright June 2007



They’d offered us the camera for our holiday. We’d accepted, with some misgivings. What if we broke or lost it?

It came home with us and of course, I wondered about filming us in the bedroom.

Sue was reluctant; filming our carnal frolicking was a bit scary.

I made a little solo film. Me unzipping, bringing myself to magnificent erection and grinning at the camera saying, “Whatcha think hon?”

Hon was delighted.

So we tried it.

I went slurpily down on her. We adjusted the camera and she did me. We changed angles, changed positions, the camera caught it all. We filmed Sue squatting impaled, shot Sue’s breasts ajostle.

Oh but we did it all, with the camera ogling.

Somehow, we held back from orgasm. The childlike joy of playing kept us - just playing.

Then we ran the tape. Sue was sweetly shocked, hand-to-mouth-giggly-delighted.

I thought it incredibly erotic. We were stars, pornostars, no plot, little dialogue, just pure lustfulness.

When it ended, Sue jumped up, set it ‘recording’ again and flung herself, spread-legged, on the bed.

“Come on!” she commanded, “let it watch us really, really fuck!”

We bought our own camera next day.