Jodie Adams has been filming a mediocre lifeguard flick in Australia for almost three months, while her fiancé Steve is in America. While they are apart, Jodie and Steve make an agreement; it is a long time going without any, so the odd fling is allowed. But Jodie hasn't met anyone down under she wants to fuck.

One thing Jodie likes about Australia is that many people don’t know who she is, and those who do probably wouldn’t expect to find her riding the metro. So, the weekend before Christmas, she gets the train to Sydney Central Station to meet up with friends from the film set for festive drinks.

As everyone departs the train in the usual rush to get out of the station. Jodie notices a well-built black guy follow her onto the escalator. Jodie’s short little red number, long bare legs and cute high heels draw his attention. As the escalator travels up and Jodie goes further above him, the guy gets a view up Jodie’s short dress. As he looks at her arse cheeks he gets the feeling she isn’t wearing any underwear.

Jodie feels his eyes looking at her, feeling naughty and wanting to show herself off she opens her legs slightly more to give the guy a perfect view and confirmation she is commando. He can now clearly see the outline of her labia. Jodie opens her legs even more subtly putting her hand between her thighs she starts playing. Turned on at the thought of the stranger watching, Jodie feels an orgasmic wave running through, she can feel herself cumming, and she rubs a little harder to get herself nice and wet.

As Jodie reaches the top of the escalator, she licks her fingers and tastes her cum. The guy behind has a massive hard on having been mesmerised the whole time.

Christmas Eve is the last day of shooting. Jodie runs in and out of the surf in her tight red swimsuit for the last time. She gets changed into a short denim skirt, pink T-shirt and flat white pointy-toe shoes then leaves her trailer, heading towards her red convertible. David Wright, the director of said lifeguard disaster runs after her.

“Sorry, I didn’t say goodbye, but it’s Christmas and I need to get a flight back to California,” Jodie exclaims.

 “I need to do a few more scenes with you and the killer Dolphins,” David says breathlessly.

“Are you crazy, David, it’s Christmas. As it is, I will be stuck in a plane for part of it,” Jodie moans.

“We will be finished tomorrow midday. I will pay for your ticket change.”

“Filming on Christmas day, for fuck’s sake. I’ll do it, but you need to sort out somewhere for me to stay tonight, David.”

“I know a place, it’s just up the road.”

Reluctantly Jodie grabs the address of The Bondi Hut Guest House. David is almost certain they would be open for Christmas.

Leon normally hates Christmas, seeing family he loathed, being force-fed food, he didn’t want. This year is different, he is caretaking the Bondi Hut Guest House. He has two crates of beer, some burgers, chips and shrimp. No one to disturb him, quality alone time just the way he likes it.

His peace is abruptly disturbed by the telephone, which he ignores but after several persistent rings, he answers.

“Hi, thank goodness, it’s David Wright, director of the film crew on Bondi Beach, I need a room.”

“Sorry, mate, we are closed for Christmas.”

“But it's urgent. Do you know who I am?”

“Yes, you just said you were David something, but we are still closed.”

“Look, I have already sent someone over to you. I thought you would be open. It’s Jodie Adams, you know the model and actress?”

“Dave, I don’t know her, but fuck, why didn’t you say the room is for a model. It will be double bubble though as it’s Christmas.”

“Thank you, it’s David, by the way.”

Leon is half a beer crate deep and watching TV when Jodie arrives. He immediately recognises her as he welcomes the gorgeous blonde in.

“Were you going through Sydney station last weekend?” Leon asks.

“Mmm, yes I was, why?” Jodie says, starting to recognise Leon.

“You were in a red dress; I was behind you on the escalator. I had a pretty good view.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you face to face,” Jodie says, as they sit on the sofa.

“I loved the show you put on for me. Do you often go without underwear?”

“Most of the time, I am not wearing panties now.”

“Fuck, please show me that glorious pussy.”

“Happy Christmas,” Jodie exclaims.

Jodie uncrosses her legs and opens her thighs, her denim skirt rises and she flashes her pussy, allowing Leon to gaze once again.

He moves over and runs his fingers over her pussy lips. Jodie quivers as his touch stimulates her.

“I wanted to do this the other night,” Leon says, as his fingers find her opening.

“You should have done; I love being touched in public. It’s one of the reasons I wear short dresses bare-legged without panties on,” Jodie says smiling.

Leon pushes against her clit. Jodie pulls her t-shirt off and starts pinching her nipples. Leon looks at her perfect breasts as he continues to rub her downstairs.

“I want to feel you inside me,” Jodie whispers.

Leon undoes his combats and pulls out his thick, black cock. Jodie straddles him, slowly crouching down on his rock-hard shaft. It spreads her wet pussy open and slowly gets sucked up inside her.

Jodie moans loudly, feeling him inside her, she creams his cock as she bounces up and down. Leon drives deep into her and empties his balls. Jodie’s legs are jelly as she gets up. There is so much cum, it drops out and splatters down on Leon’s groin. Jodie got the fuck she had been craving.