Day 1: Someone’s Watching - Sex Stories

Day 1: Someone’s Watching

... the one moment they had feared most. Whatever the audience thought of them in this moment, was going to influence how they’d be portrayed in the media from now on.

The pair gathered up their wet underwear and wrung them out, but these couldn’t be worn again tonight. Emma buttoned up the pencil dress over her naked body while George pulled on just his trousers and shirt.

They opened the bathroom door and stepped into the lounge only to find raised voices and arguments raging everywhere!

The other ten candidates had split into small groups of impassioned yellers, so caught up in their arguing that they hardly noticed the two bathers escaping to the bedroom.

The beds were a mess with duvets and pillows all over the floor and clothes partially emptied from various bags and cases onto different mattresses and surfaces around the room. Being the only two people in the room, they sat down on the neatest of the double beds, a little further away from the other beds.

As they were sorting out their luggage, George found one of the free condom packets he had been talking about and tossed it over to Emma. “See if you can find a brand name on that.”

Emma held the small packet and felt the rubbery ring inside it. It always turned her on to handle a sealed condom packet. There was some stamped codes on the outside of the packet but no distinct branding. “Do you think there might be a brand name on the condom itself?” She asked.

“I wouldn’t want to open it just for it ...

... to go to waste.” He reasoned. “Maybe we’ll find out, sooner or later.” He winked at Emma as he spoke, unsure how she’d take it.

She ripped the top of the small packet open. “How about sooner, rather than later?” She flicked her eyebrows suggesting they put the condom to use right there and then.

At that point, the door opened and the rest of the candidates poured into the bedroom. Emma palmed the open condom packet and slid her hands underneath her thighs, keeping it out of sight.

“We’re going to have a vote…” The loudest of the fringe candidates announced. “…on who gets to sleep in which bed. There are six beds and twelve of us so…”

“Actually,” the PM interrupted “there are ten ofyou, bickering overthose five beds. We are happy with this one. Sort yourselves out, stick some cushions down the middle of each bed if you have to and get some sleep. It will be a long day tomorrow.”

No sooner had he said that, the house was plunged into darkness as midnight was lights-out time, and no one but the TV producers had any say over that.

In the darkness, it was easy to forget that night-vision cameras were still operating and the live stream continued.

Emma slid the open condom packet over to George who took it from her. She unbuttoned her pencil dress, revealing to the nighttime audience her naked body once again. As the other candidates clattered and fumbled their way around in the darkness trying to get organised, Emma climbed over the bed, on her knees, to find ...