Maureen's Movie: Maureen's Tales, #4

By Rachel Kessler

L.A. is full of fun and sun, but it can also be full of deception.

 

Maureen spends the week in L.A. with her cousin Greta to help out on her erotic softcore film set before college classes start.

 

But when an actress calls out sick, Maureen volunteers to replace her and finds herself facing her biggest challenge yet - faking sex on camera.

Maureen, who is not one to fake anything, is ready to give a realistic performance.

 

If you enjoyed the steamy drama of "Fifty Shades of Grey," you'll love this new installment in the Maureen's Tales series. Don't miss out on this sexually intense and captivating read!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Smooth Tales
• Release date: Mar 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215346006

Rachel Kessler

Rachel Kessler writes erotic fiction that may go beyond the edge. She was born and raised in San Francisco, CA and currently resides in Los Angeles where she cares for her husband and three children. When not working in the officious setting of the publishing industry, she writes out her fantasies.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Jason’s hand moved under Maureen’s skirt, his hard finger massaging over the hood of her swollen clit. Or was his name John? She wasn’t sure at the moment and didn’t care. She needed this as soon as they took off from the airport in Atlanta, Georgia. Maureen was on a red-eye flight to Los Angeles, California to finally spend a week with her cousin Greta. They planned for the week before classes started for both of them. She got off for work from her retail clothes way in advance, her boyfriend Jonathan would be with his family for a week, and Greta’s roommate would also be away so Maureen could be alone with her cousin and use the empty bed.

You sure you want to do this? Greta asked one day over the phone. We can try for another week. Even a weekend. Thanksgiving weekend, maybe?

You know we always visit our moms on Thanksgiving, Maureen told her when they started their plan. We should do it the week before classes. It will be fun. Just the two of us like when we were kids.

Yeah, but I have to shoot that project, too.

And I said I’ll help you. I never worked on a film set before.

It’s not much of a film set. Just a small crew of three and a couple of actors I promised to pay with food. People I go to school with.

All the more reason I should come, Maureen said. You need help. What are cousins for?

In the middle of the plane and sitting by the window, Maureen swiveled her hips against Jason’s finger. The twenty-year-old woman with slightly wavy, long brown hair, hazel eyes, and wearing a tight gray college t-shirt that made her heavy breasts appear larger wanted to put her feet up on the back of the chair in front of her. Why not? No one was using it. No one was behind her, too. She counted ten people in Economy Class and the stewardesses were focusing on First Class. But she shouldn’t. It would allow her body to give into Jason’s finger and the moment. If she did that then she would attract attention with her wild abandon. She was having a hard enough time keeping a straight face in case someone glanced behind them.

We could go to the restrooms? Jason said before they started.

Maureen was scared to fly even though she took a pill to calm her nerves. She hasn’t done it since she was a little girl and her last flight was filled with turbulence. The shaking of the plane fed her childish imagination and created crashing scenarios. She knew it was ridiculous. But Maureen had a vivid imagination that overwhelmed her senses.

Jason was in his mid-thirties and worked for a finance company in Atlanta, Georgia. He was traveling to LA for business. Unlike Maureen, he was dressed formally in khaki pants and a dark blue polo shirt. His face was clean-shaven. His hair was short and blond. He was cute and she was desperate to relax. It was tempting to go to the tiny and tight bathroom with him and probably do more than a finger job. But he also wore a wedding ring and didn’t want any trouble. God forbid he was one of those men that couldn’t get enough of her body and wanted to leave his wife for her. Maureen already had a man. Jonathan was mentally and spiritually enough. Sure, they often had other partners but they loved each other. They gave their hearts to each other. And when the time was right, probably at their wedding, they would be physically exclusive for life.

No, Maureen said, biting her lip. I think we should stay here.

Someone might see us.

Someone has already seen us, she smiled. We’re in public. Maureen stood and opened the overhead compartment, revealing her tight tan belly as her t-shirt rode up. Earlier, the stewardess brought them both a blanket and pillow before the flight in case they wanted to sleep. Maureen draped the soft factory-style blanket over her bare, thick thighs under her knee-length skirt. That should help.

After Maureen slid her panties to her knees, Jason looked into her hazel eyes and slid his hand under the blanket from the top. The man knew his anatomy and found her clit immediately. He pressed her button and a charge bolted through Maureen’s body. The tension and anxiety drained from her muscles and mind as he gently worked her. Although his finger favored her clit, it also went down to the entrance of her pussy, bringing her juices up to lubricate his finger.

You’re doing such a good job, Maureen said, slouching a bit to open her legs wider, resting her head back towards him. Don’t stop.

Wish I could taste you, Jason said.

Maureen smiled dreamily.

I do, too. But this will have to do.

Looking into his blue eyes, she shivered and stifled her moans while he also glanced around them to make sure no one was walking down the aisle. Maureen stole a glance at his lap and saw the bulge in his khakis with a wet spot at the top. She felt so bad. Such a waste of a hard-on for a man being so nice to her.

Take it out? Maureen said.

Jason raised his brows.

Really?

Maureen nodded.

Jason glanced up and down the plane. No staff were in the aisles and what few people there were in the seats seemed to be sleeping or distracted based on their still heads. With his free hand, he opened his pants, reached inside, and freed his erection. His hairy balls, loose and a bit red from internal heat, hung over the bottom of the open zipper.

Maureen felt another jolt at the sight of it. It was not huge, she had seen bigger, but it was thick with a swollen, almost purple head coated with pre-cum. Biting her lower lip, she gripped his shaft with her left hand and felt the transfer of heat from it. Jason softly groaned. She expected him to stop rubbing her but he continued his job.

Maureen hummed while dry stroking him. His hips squirmed and his cock throbbed in her hand like a seductive heartbeat.

Yeah? she whispered, looking into his dazed eyes.

He nodded and smiled.

Maureen stopped her hand close to the head of his cock and slid her thumb over the crown. Using his pre-cum for lube, she firmly glided it over the hole. Jason gasped a little too loudly and quickly covered his mouth.

Maureen giggled, proud of her control over him. She so wanted to climb on his lap and impale herself on him. Her pussy ached to feel his width inside her. She knew she would cum quickly. She never felt so horny in a public place like this. But she also knew she would be loud. She would scream as his cock made her cum and, knowing herself, she would keep riding to make him do it again.

So she closed her eyes and imagined being the cowgirl on top of him as he rubbed her clit. Her hand around his shaft moved up to the head and back down a little slower as she concentrated. Her hips motioned against his finger. She worked with him. She set them up to make her cum. Jason sensed the change, too.

Yeah? he whispered.

Uh huh, she groaned.

In her mind, she grabbed the back of the airplane chair and ground every inch of his length deep inside her. Bucking her hips so hard that she would feel his head hit her cervix if it were really there.

The orgasm attacked out of nowhere. Maureen squeezed Jason’s cock so hard that the head turned a deeper shade of purple, threatening to pop it off. Her other hand squeezed the metal armrest by the window. The waves exploding from her puffed clit and lips crashed through her body. She glanced out the window where the clouds floated in the night, a visual that expressed how she felt. She slid down a bit and pressed back into the seat, groaning softly. Or maybe she was loud. She did not care at all at the moment.

Her senses returned. Jason, with a devilish grin, leered at her. The man was so proud of himself. Maureen smiled back and blushed.

That was so good, she whispered with a giggle. Thank you.

Realizing she stopped stroking him,