Sleight of Hand - Sex Stories

Sleight of Hand

... good looking to a freshly-fucked Jenna but under these circumstances he was simply smoldering. ‘Maybe I won’t need to pick up batteries on the way home tonight,’ she thought to herself. “What was that?” Tristan asked. “I’m sorry, what?” she responded. “You said ‘batteries’ or something. I wasn’t quite listening.” “Oh, that was just, um… I was just thinking… about… how I need to get some batteries… for my TV remote. Yeah, my TV remote. It’s dead…” She tried to insert as much laughter into her words as she could muster but Tristan just looked at her confused. Before Jena could start beating herself up over thinking out loud and acting like a ditz she heard Brandon’s voice come to the rescue. “Okay, everything is ready to go. I’m just going to start with some candid portraits. Stand right here in the center and Jenna, as the assistant, just follow your magician’s lead.” The two of them both dawned their masks and took direction. They posed this way and that, making grandiose gestures with their arms and postures. Tristan, being experienced with the role, instinctively turned and moved Jenna around as if he were introducing her to a thrilled audience. The way the studio lights blinded her vision from everything that lay beyond made it easy for her to imagine the crowd before her and their thunderous applause. In practically no time at all she was relaxed and enjoying herself, sporting a genuine smile as the stunning assistant to her skilled magician. The way he lifted and bent ...

... her into the various poses made her feel as if the two of them were dancing and for a few brief moments she nearly forgot about the camera all together. “You’re doing marvelous, Jenna. Truly splendid,” Brandon would sporadically encourage from behind the lens. Over an hour had passed by the time they finished the first set but it had been so enjoyable that it had felt like only minutes. Fortunately, there was still much left to be done. “Okay, I think that’s enough of that. Let’s move on to the prop shots,” instructed Brandon. “Prop shots? What sort of props is he talking about?” Jenna asked Tristan. “Oh nothing too major. Just a few small items that I trust you’ll enjoy,” he answered with a bit of a wink. Instantly, Jenna found her mind in the gutter. ‘A few small items that I’ll enjoy?’ she thought to herself, picturing various phallic shaped objects. ‘No, no, that’s definitely not what he was talking about.’ It was a bit of a struggle to keep her mind in check. ‘Besides, I doubt it’s anything quite that fun…’ Brandon opened a small trunk at the edge of the eyewall and took out a deck of cards and a scarf. He handed them to Tristan before continuing to rummage. ‘See?’ she told herself, ‘nothing exciting’. After grabbing a few more objects, Brandon closed lid and placed them upon it. Jenna’s eyes grew wide and her heart began to race when she saw a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. Almost as if he could read her mind, Tristan looked at her and said, “Those later. We’ll start ...