This 2 parter took a long time to write. My reward is to read the comments from readers. Particularly I like to know if the reader is a woman – and if (and how) she enjoyed it !! Please let me know.
By the end of the show – my excitement had subsided a bit – and I went to find my new found friend. She was with the little dance troupe and was preparing them for home. She took me to one side – and said “I’ve arranged to be here tomorrow morning – about 10.00 to prepare the costumes for tomorrow’s show. I suggest you find a reason to be here as well !”
I nodded my head. She looked around furtively and then quickly took my hand and thrust it against her breast – rubbing my palm quickly up and down over her nipple – which was still clearly unfettered under her thin dress. Her eyes briefly closed and as the nipple pushed stiffly against my hand – I gripped and groped with my fingers – feeling that fantastic tit flesh for a few seconds more before she broke away with a little gasp – and whispered “I’m going to fucking have you so many times – you won’t be able to walk tomorrow !” then turned away.
That night – back at my digs – I slept very little. My cock throbbed for attention but I refused to attend to it’s needs – convinced that it was to get plenty of activity in the morning.
I arrived at the theatre at around 9.00 am. There were one or two jobs that needed doing but by 10.00 I had largely finished. There were only one or two people around cleaning and fixing things so it was very quiet backstage when my “date” came through the Stage Door.
“Hello you !” she said “I’m so glad you’re here !”
“Where shall we go ?” I asked – my heart thumping so hard it hurt.
“We’ll go into number three dressing room” – she replied very quietly “We can lock it from the inside”. She took me hand – and led me quickly up the dark steps to the dressing room at the back of the stage area used by a few of the cast.
We rushed in to the room, slammed the door and slipped the catch. The room was about 20 foot by 10 foot, windowless except for a skylight with dressing tables littered with the actors make-up, mirrors and lights down each side – and a rather tired sofa in between.
As soon as we were in and safe – she virtually threw herself in to me – knocking me backwards towards the sofa as she plunged her mouth onto mine – wide open – and her tongue thrusting down my throat. As I sat back heavily on to the arm of the settee – she scrabbled at my belt – ripping my T shirt up and running her hands over my chest and then down to my zipper. Meanwhile I was dragging her jacket off her shoulders revealing a silky cream blouse – below which she wore a knee-length grey skirt. As my hands groped at her breasts – it became immediately clear that again she wore no bra.
“ I took it off in the car after I left home” she said “ if I’m going to fuck like a whore – I’m going to dress like one ! It was so fucking horny driving here knowing you were going to grab my tits and fuck me. Find out what else came off !!”
She took the hem of her skirt and slid it up to her hips. As it rose – there became room for me to push my hand round to between her legs – and discover – sure enough – no panties – but also – her shaved smooth pussy – red hot to the touch – gaping to the slightest stroke of my finger – and gushing wet !!
“Oh God !” she breathed as my fingers slipped in an out “Just get me naked you bastard !!” I moved my hand away from her soaking gash and undid the zip on her skirt - letting it fall to her feet. Whilst still trying to grope her tits I undid her blouse – and soon had her in front of me – naked but for her heels – thrusting her mouth into mine, lashing me with her tongue –then dragging my T shirt over my head – and my jeans to the floor.
As she rose again to kiss me – her hand dragged across my cock until she had it firmly in her hand - pumping it slowly with her fist we as both looked down between our naked bodies. Her tits were silky smooth with just a little blue veining. Her nipples were large and thrust out nearly an inch. I closed my mouth around her left tit and sucked it as it stiffened pebble hard against my tongue. I lashed and sucked it inside my mouth as her head went back in deep gasp.
“God Yes !” she breathed.
I rose for air and gripped both her tits – squeezing them singly and together as I felt the soft flesh and cupped them towards me. The softest skin towards the sides of her breasts towards her armpits slid over my fingers like liquid silk. She gasped again and came in towards me turning her head to one side.
“Oh my God - look at us !” she suddenly cried. I turned my head as well to see the image of our two naked bodies crushed together and grinding against one another in the mirror. She quickly looked to the other side to get the alternate view in the opposite mirror.
“Oh God I’ve got to see it go into me” she said. I adjusted my position on the arm of the settee as she stepped back a touch so that my cock sprang up between us. Standing at forty five degrees away from me – her hand still stroking it slowly – she watched it in the mirror twitching and throbbing between her fingers.
Looking to one reflection and then the other - she moved closer – starting to wipe the tip of my cock up and down her shaved slit. The sensation for me was devastating. She slipped just the tip in. “Look at it ! Look at it” she whispered as her cunt lips parted and returned over the glans. She wiped it up to her clit and back down up – and down – up and down. I was loosing control – trying to thrust forward and deeper in to her – but she held her body away – entranced with how my dick head was disappearing and reappearing in the reflections she was watching.
I thought if I wasn’t to cum right there and then – I’d have to take control a little – so I reluctantly took her hand away from my cock – and turned her whole naked body full frontal towards the mirror – sitting her arse into my lap as we still perched on the sofa arm.
“So you like looking at yourself ?” I asked as I put my arms around her and ran my hands up over her breasts, and gripped her nipples between my thumb and forefinger of each hand .
“Oh God Yes !” she said as I started to tug upwards on here teats – lifting the weight of her breasts by her nipples alone.
I released one of her breasts and slid my hand down her belly to her wide open pussy. I cupped her there – and slipped two fingers inside as she ground down a bit to let me all the way in.
My fingers worked in and out of her hot slit as she locked her eyes on to her nakedness, her widespread legs and the activity of my right hand.
“You fucking tart” she said as she continued to buck and writhe in my arms “ “You dirty bitch – fucked and fingered in front of the mirror. Look at me doing it ! Look at me doing it!”
“Stand up !” I ordered – and as she did so – I slipped from underneath her and sat her back down on the sofa arm. I dropped onto my knees in front of her, lowered my head between her legs and began to slip my tongue over her pussy – locating her clit and circling it gently before lowering my self to lap open her lips. I looked up at her as her mouth gaped and her eyes stared wildly at our reflection – she watched as my head dipped down again to repeat the licking and twisting of my tongue.
Her hips started to thrust into my face – and as she leant back onto one hand behind her – I felt her start to tremble – her breathing already in great gasps began to speed up. I quickly stood up, pushed open her thighs and as her pussy lips gaped open I just rammed my cock into her as deep as it would go. My balls slammed against her arse as I buried myself into her. There was virtually no resistance she was so wet – but the heat of her pussy wrapping round my entire cock was just too much.
In uncontrollable spasms I tried to burst everything into that wet furnace. I stabbed and rammed her as my cock exploded inside gushing again and again as I lined her insides with my cum. As she felt my spunk bursting into her – she squealed to orgasm – throwing her arms round my neck – and her legs around my hips - pushing and pulling her body onto mine. As I continued to pump with the echoes of my explosion – she buried her head into my shoulder and stifled a further scream as she came again. Nothing to do with me – just the sheer electric nature of what had just happened !
As my orgasm subsided – and that warm glow flowed down my arms and legs – we fell or slumped back into the settee. Our deep breathing was all that could be heard for several minutes as we just lay there – each occasionally thrusting our groins into the body of the other to try and catch a last echo of the sensations we had both shared.
Eventually, she spoke, “What’s your name ?” Unbelievably neither of us had asked the other so far.
“I’m David” I said.
“Hi David” She answered – “I’m Beverley – and that is the best shag I’ve had since I was seventeen !”
I stroked her breast with my hand as she lay with her head on my chest looking down at my cock – and gently playing with it between her fingers.
We talked for quite a while about where we were from. She told me she was married with two children – and that her daughter was in the dance troupe – but was too old to take part in our show. She told me that she loved her husband and her family and that when she was younger she had shagged around a lot and had always enjoyed sex in exciting places – but that things had tailed off with her husband now – and it was all a bit routine.
I asked her where her most exciting sex had been – and she said she had once been in a restaurant, gone to the loo and taken her under wear off – come back and lifted her skirt to the waist under the table so that her husband could finger her until she came. She had also undone her blouse and by leaning forward had managed to get her hands on to her naked breasts and touched herself up whilst other people were all around.
I asked her if anyone had noticed – and she said that she thought another couple on a near by table had cottoned on and whilst watching had started doing something similar themselves.
This talk was beginning to get me going again and my cock was beginning to firm up in response to her talk – and the play of her fingers. I meanwhile had got my hand back down to her pussy – and was gently fingering her clit – and sliding gently between her lips and back again – smearing her juices into the folds of her pussy. She shifted to let me further in. Her eyes began to close as she felt my fingers filling her up a little more – and her stroking of my cock altered to a firmer grip as it grew in her hand and she began wanking it gently up and down – occasionally slipping her thumb across its head and picking up some of my next load of precum as I began to respond.
After a few very pleasant moments of this – she said – “Let me be a real tart now !”
I didn’t know what she meant – but she stood up – and still wearing her heels – walked over to one of the dressing tables and picked up a stage makeup lipstick. She then leant over at the dressing table – and pointing her arse and wet fanny at me – started to paint her lips in the brightest red. Having given herself the best “Marilyn Monroe” lips – and admired her workmanship - she turned and walked back to me with a sexy wiggle.
“Nothing like big sexy red lips for a good sucking off !” she said - and kneeling down in front of me – made a big exaggerated “O” with her mouth – and then – looking me firmly in the eye slowly lowered her head to my now re-stiffened dick.
Now I don’t know what it is about the colour red and lipstick and sex – but the sensation of watching those crimson lips close around my bell seemed to double the impact. Beverley firmly clamped her lips about my tip – and then by pushing her head down firmly – forced them open with my cock. A deep hum of approval cam from her as my glans disappeared behind that crimson curtain for the first time.
She looked up at me as I watched the waxy redness of her lips enclose my dick and gradually ride down it. Out of sight inside her mouth her tongue slowly flipped and licked around my whole cock head lashing it hot and wet until it passed further inside – her lips travelling slowly but inexorably down my shaft until my tip touched her throat. My cock started twitching uncontrollably as she now started to withdraw it from her mouth with the same excruciating slowness. As the skin of my cock dragged on those fantastic painted lips it too was smeared with the lipstick. Beverley broke her gaze from eyes and looked at it as it passed into view from out of her mouth.
“What do you think of that ?” she asked as she released me.
“Oh God ! Do it again !” I said.
“More lipstick ? “ She asked ?
“Oh Yes !” I pleaded.
So she took the stick and again applied a liberal, whore’s dose of bright crimson to her mouth. Accentuating the action as she looked in the mirror across the room and played it all around her mouth. Then she returned to my crotch – being careful to ensure I could see every movement as she watched my eyes. Again my cock slowly disappeared behind her lips – but this time – rather than going so deep – she played them up and down and over my glans. I was going wild with pleasure as her wet lips enclosed and circled every part of my head.
I couldn’t hold open my eyes – but didn’t want to shut them either – as one of the horniest things I had ever seen was happening to me right in front of my eyes. Her blonde head bobbed as she speeded up her actions – and my cock twitched and bucked in and out of her mouth smeared with my precum, the wet of her mouth and the redness of the makeup. My cock was now bright red and glistening – and almost unfamiliar to me.
Suddenly Beverley stopped and said – “You do me now !!”
At first I thought she wanted me to go down between her legs and lick her pussy – which I would so happily have done – but she stood up – settled back with her legs wide open on the edge of the arm of the settee, looked into the mirror – and handed me the stick of stage lipstick.
“Do my nipples” she said softly.
It took me a moment but then I realised what she wanted. I took the lipstick and put it to her right teat.
As I started to apply the bright red makeup her firm nipple dodged around the end of the stick – but as she intently watched my actions and felt the way the tip pushed against her tit – it stiffened to a hardness that allowed me to circle it completely and then carry on round onto the area of the aureloae. My artwork was enthralling as I felt the firmness and give of her breasts as I went round and round – with the lipstick - exaggerating her aureolae by half as much again and exciting the nipple to an extended, suckable peak.
And then to the left breast – painting its beautiful tip to match the other in roundness, redness, stiffness and perfection.
All the time I had been working, Beverley had been looking down at how I handled her. She had at times cupped her breast to lift them up to me to but had repeatedly thrown back her head in a great gasp – as I smeared one sensitive sex-nerve end or another.
Content with my work, and with a cock that was so hard glistening and red that it hurt – I moved away from her and on to my knees so that she could see my handiwork.
Her eyes were so dilated with lust – that I could hardly see any colour in them. The moment was so sexually intense that I have never experienced the like before or since. She gazed open mouthed at her enhanced breasts. The nipples enlarged and crimson red. The veins showed blue in the skin where her arousal had swelled the whole breast. She was gasping and whispering “Fucking whore ! Fucking Whore !” Time and time again.
She gently rocked her buttocks on the arm of the settee – causing her breasts to shake a little. I could tell she was desperately limiting her movement to postpone the enormous orgasm that was building. She cupped her tits and lifted them up and towards the mirror admiring her nakedness, her enhanced sexual stimulation and her sheer brazenness She stood up and her thumbs began circling the nipples and smearing the lipstick into their tips. Her movements began to speed up. She began gripping her breasts and squeezing the nipples forward in painful looking swellings – “Oh God ! She said “Oh God” –as her hips began to circle and girate in time with her grasping of her tit flesh. Without touching herself – she was grinding her pussy lips together in front of my eyes. Her eyes glued on her reflection in the dressing room mirrors.
She turned to look at herself in other mirrors – gasping and gripping her tits more tightly each time she got a new view of herself. She moved back a step or two to the arm of the settee again – probably unable to keep her balance any longer.
As she sat back and opened her legs for balance, her pussy gaped in front of my eyes. Without thinking – I took the lipstick and reached up between her legs. She jumped and squealed as she felt me touch her gaping, shaven sex lips with the tip of the stick and immediately looked down. She realised what I was going to do. She pulled her breasts apart – still forcing the nipples forward with each hand and gazed open mouthed as I traced her pussy lips all around with the makeup stick. The crimson of her nipples and mouth were now matched by heavy rouge encircling her sex – smeared with her juices – but now defining a larger sexual cavern that gaped in front of both of us.
She was already coming before I had clambered up from my knees and was ramming my cock into her.
Her hands flew from her tits and wrapped around my arse as I rammed and rammed her sex. I swear I could have got my balls inside her as well had I known how. She gaped and gushed – her juices smeared my thighs almost to my knees as I almost splashed around inside her. She came and came and came as I pumped myself inside her – replastering her insides with my semen. It was uncontrollable for both of us. My young body just didn’t want the heightened sensations to stop so I ground on and on. She had laid herself open for rampant sex – had painted her body to accentuate each of her erogenous areas – and had received a youths energetic shagging for her efforts.
It was too good to end. We ground into each other for what seemed forever. But all too soon it did come to a close. The energy sapped, the flesh retreated and we sank into virtual unconsciousness. Wow oh wow oh wow !
I wish I could say the ending and completion of the episode was equally remarkable. But as with all things – it was all rather mundane. Scrabbling round for clothes, tidying the room – rather embarrassed “Thank You’s” and scuttling out of the room to avoid being seen.
We didn’t do it again – although we shared a passionate stolen kiss on the last night I had in the town.
Fantastic memories and no regrets. Except one – I really do feel sorry for the poor sod of an actor whose lipstick smelt very odd that evening !!!!