Dressing Room Adventure

This story is completely fictional.

And it is my very first story that I wrote in English. Please keep that in mind, in case parts of it sound odd to you native speakers.

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"Nervous?" she asked, bringing me back to reality.

"Huh?"

"Are you nervous?" she repeated her question and gave me a soothing smile that made her green eyes sparkle.

"You bet I am. I hope my hands aren't too sweaty."

Carla laughed as if I had made a joke, "Believe me, I'm every bit as nervous as you are."

"Oh, come on. You've done this a few times already. It's the first time for me. Why would you be nervous?"

"Sure I have done this before, my handsome little virgin," she mocked me, "but like I told you before: you just stay with the script and act with me and you'll be fine. It's not that easy for me. I am a 40 year old woman, going to get naked in front of a handsome, 20-something years old stud, who's used to perky teens and tweens. Oh, and let's not forget about the camera and every guy out there watching this on the net in a few month."

Now it was my turn to smile at her soothingly, "I'll bet there's hardly a guy out there who won't be pleased by what they get to see. And for all of those teens and tweens you're talking about-they can only hope their bodies will turn out like yours, that´s for sure."

She smiled, but before she could say anything else, the director yelled, "Actors," and we took our position in front of the camera.

"Remember, just like we rehearsed and everything will be fine," she whispered.

"ACTION"

I pushed her through a door. She stumbled and came to a halt on her mark in front of the camera. With three big steps I was right behind her, throwing my arms around her, cupping her breasts.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" I delivered my line and sucked on her neck.

"Yes. Ohhh yeeees," she moaned as my hands slipped under her top and pulled it over her head, leaving her in a red bra. She turned around and unclasped its hook, with her back to the camera and her front to me. My eyes wandered over the two beautiful globes that are Carla Gugino's breasts and I smirked.

"Even better then I imagined," I said as I stepped closer and put my hands on those amazing tits. She crossed her arms behind my neck and pushed her body against mine as our lips locked in a kiss. Like the script said, I pushed my tongue forward and slipped it in between her soft lips.

She moaned into my mouth as my fingers made their way down her body into her pants and dug in the flesh of her sweet ass. The camera guy started to move around us in a half circle as I lifted Carla up and she clenched her legs around my waist.

With the camera now in my back, I threw her down on the bed. Ripping of my shirt, jeans and finally my boxers, I gave Carla a clear view of my enlarged member before I lay down on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me again as we started to kiss.

"CUT"

The director´s yell brought both of us back to reality. Our lips separated and she smiled at me, "I guess nervousness is not a problem anymore then."

I looked at her puzzled and blushed as I realized she was hinting at my hard on, pressing against the soft fabric of her pants as well as the warm skin of her belly. Embarrassed I tried to back off, but she kept me in the clasp of her legs.

"Relax. Take your time and calm down. Everybody will think you do it to protect me from being stared at."

One of the production assistants picked up her bra and handed it to her. Carla acted a little clumsy and took her time putting it on, until she felt that my erection had gone back. Only then she released me from the grip of her legs and turned to the director, who had come up to us.

I slipped back into my pants as he told us how he had liked our movement and the speed of the scene.

Then he turned to me, "Ben, next take I want you to be more aggressive. Grab her ass harder, squeeze her boobs. Show me that you expect to have porn like sex."

He turned around and headed for his chair. I put my shirt on and looked at Carla, who was clothed again and got her hair straightened by an assistant.

"You're ok?" I asked.

"I'm fine, Handsome."

We made our way back to the starting position. "Thanks for covering my,...uhm, you know," I whispered.

She looked up at me smiling, "That's alright." And with a wink she added, "Now show the camera how much you want to fuck me."

"AND ACTION"

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About three hours later, Carla was sitting on top of me buck naked. We were shooting the last scene of the day. The camera filmed her bare backside as she was riding me with both hands on my chest.

She moaned joyfully with each motion and I had not much acting to do, as her warm and damp pussy rubbed against my rock hard dick.

The cameraman moved around us and focused on Carla´s upper body. Her fabulous tits were covered by my hands and I could feel her rigid nipples in my palms as I squeezed them firmly.

For the final shot, I threw her over and wound up on top of her. We exchanged lusty stares and started to kiss passionately as I pistoned my hips between her thighs.

Our tongues wrestled until I broke our lip lock and dug my face into the skin of her neck. The scent of her sweaty skin intoxicated my mind, along with her sweet moans and the way her calves pulled my body against her loins. I started to suck on her collarbone and flicked my tongue above it. I could have sworn her moans got more intense.

She let her fingers run through my hair, giving me the sign to bring the scene to an end. I let my thrusts become heavier and finally let my body tense with a last forceful jab and a growl, before I collapsed on top of her.

My dick twitched and jerked in the agony of a denied orgasm. Neither the feeling of Carla´s marvelous tits pressed against me, nor the tickle of the small patch of her neatly trimmed pussy hair could lessen this specific kind of frustration.

The director yelled "CUT" for the last time that day. Underneath me, I could feel Carla exhale slowly as she let her body tension go. Our sweaty bodies clung to one another, neither of us spoke a word as we tried to catch our breath and fight the arousal that had undeniably befallen the both of us.

When we had calmed down a bit, we broke our embrace and slipped into our underwear. From the corner of my eye, I took a last look at Carla's beautiful body, just before she put on the robe, an assistant had handed her.

While I the assistant handed me another bathrobe, the director called for Carla. When I wrapped the robe around me and took a look around, I saw the two of them already talking about one thing or another. I felt a little sting; she had not said a word to me before she had engaged into the conversation with him. That second, while the director was still talking feverishly, she laid her eyes on me and flashed me a smile, washing that sting away in an instant.

I smiled back at her, waved a little goodbye and started to head to the dressing room. All I wanted to do was take a steaming hot shower and jerk off all the piled up pressure until my balls weren't blue any more.

"Hey, wait up, Handsome," I heard a soft voice behind me. I was already off set and had made half the way to the dressing room by now. I turned around and saw Carla trying to catch up with me.

She had to walk fast and was a little bit out of breath, but that didn't stop her from going on, "Or is this your game? Screwing a woman and leave her afterwards without saying goodbye."

Her smile made it obvious she was joking and I played along, "Only if that woman turns to another man immediately after we had amazing sex."

She giggled but tried to keep our little game alive, "Amazing, huh? You're a lucky guy, Handsome. Not a lot of people have an amazing first time."

"I am a lucky guy. I had the perfect woman to share it with."

By now, she was standing close to me and I could clearly see how she blushed. I wondered if I had gone too far, but her next words discarded my fear.

"So listen, I wondered if you wanted to take a drink with me? I mean, I have a late start tomorrow and I am way too active to go to sleep right now."

She stepped even closer, laying back her head, looking up at me with her amazing green eyes.

My mind started racing.

Had Carla Gugino just invited me to take a late night drink with her, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and underwear?

Was she coming on to me, or was it just my imagination and my dirty dreams, playing a trick on me?

I looked into her face. Her big eyes gave me an almost puppy like look and her sweet lips were slightly opened. I felt my balls tense and demand their good right.

If there was any chance she meant it the way I hoped for, I could not let that opportunity slip away.

I cleared my throat and smiled as I tried my best to act calm, "I would love that."

The tension between us crumbled as the biggest smile yet made its way to Carla's face. She hooked her arm in mine and pulled me towards her own private dressing room.

"So, tell me more about that perfect woman, you were talking about," she said, picking up on our flirtatious game from before.

We were inside her dressing room and she had handed me a bottle of champagne to open it.

"Was she beautiful?"

"Stunningly," I replied and filled two glasses,

"Almost as beautiful as you are. She had the same amazing green eyes you have. And long, dark hair falling down her shoulders."

We touched glasses and took a sip from them. I put mine aside and moved closer to her. I finally wanted to find out if she was in the same game I was in.

"Her lips were as luscious as yours. I would never have stopped kissing them, if it wouldn't have been for the director."

I took her face with both hands and pulled it towards me until our noses touched.

As before, Carla's lips were slightly opened and I could feel her hot breath on mine. I kissed her lightly and tasted the champagne on them. She didn't object to my doing, but whispered, "What about her body? Was she attractive?"

"Oh my god, yes," I kissed her soft jaw line and her neck. "Everything a men could wish for. Beautiful breasts, a round but firm butt and soft skin. Oh, you should have seen her."

My lips moved up her neck, to her ear. As she spoke, I could feel her breath on my face, "You must have been pretty aroused then, if she was as attractive as you say."

"I was hard all the time," I confessed as her hands slit between our bodies and opened her robe and mine. With my hands on her hips I pulled her close and my once again hard-on pressed through my boxers against her belly.

"That is quite a big compliment you paid her there," Carla smiled, running her fingers over my chest.

"Well, yes, I am pretty happy with its size," I said, picking up on her pun.

She couldn't help laughing and needed a few seconds until she fell back in her role.

"Believe me, that is one fine compliment you give and I hope she showed you just how thankful she was for that?"

"Sadly she didn't"

My fingers slipped under the black lace of her panties and cupped the warm flesh of her cheeks.

"Poor Handsome," Carla moaned and caressed my neck with her left hand, "your pressure must be unbearable by now. And that ignorant woman left you hot and bothered. But that is her loss."

She pulled my face down and planted her lips on mine.

Her kiss was passionate. First, she sucked on my upper lip and then proceeded to slowly push her tongue into my mouth. We French kissed for a few seconds. My dick felt like it was about to explode any moment, if it was not taken care of. But Carla finally did. Her tongue still in my mouth, my fingers exploring her ass, she dropped her right hand and gently started to stroke my wood above my boxers.

Our kiss ended, but she never stopped stroking me. Her eyes gleamed with lust. "And now I'll show you just how thankful I can be."

Both her hands slipped into my boxers and pushed them down. My dick popped out and was immediately greeted by Carla's right hand. She wrapped her fingers around its shaft and quickly rubbed them up and down.

As badly as I wanted her to touch its head too, I contained myself and left Carla in control for the time being. She pushed me down on the small couch and let her bathrobe slide to the floor. With a seductive smile, she reached back slowly and opened her bra. Although I had seen her bare breasts shortly before, they seemed to be even more beautiful now, as she revealed them for my eyes only.

Perfectly shaped, with large pink nipples, I just wanted to suck. But Carla had something different in mind. She fell to her knees between my legs and dropped her head to my crotch. Her tiny fingers wrapped my dick and jerked it painfully slow. She looked up my body and into my eyes as her lips touched one of my balls and started to suck on it.

I moaned and had to close my eyes, as the sight and feeling of Carla's doing was just too much to bear. I could have come right there, but fought that urge, in order to savor this sensation as long as I could. Alternating between my balls she constantly sucked on one of them and licked them with her tongue.

When she started to hum while sucking my balls, drops of pre come oozed from the tip of my cock and I was sure she would make me explode within seconds. But Carla obviously felt my balls tense and let it plop from her sweet mouth.

With my eyes still closed, I felt her lips move up my shaft and finally touch my cock's head.

"Look at me," she demanded and her hot breath blew over my dick. I forced myself to open my eyes and catch a glance at her. Her emerald green eyes lit up as they met mine and she let my dick enter her mouth. She didn't waste any time and let her soft tongue flutter over the slit of my tip, taking away every bit of pre come that had been there.

As if she wanted me to give her more of that, she sucked on my tip and circled it with her tongue. The feeling of her lips locked tight around my shaft as my tip got sucked into her warm mouth was unbelievable and I would have come within minutes of her just doing this. But Carla now wanted to make sure, that I came as fast and hard as I possibly could.

Pushing deeper, she took about half of my erection into her mouth, until I could feel the back of her throat against my tip. Pushing her broadened tongue to the underside of my dick, she bobbed her head up and down.

My mind had gone completely blank and I simply stared at my dick going in and out of this beautiful woman's mouth; softly touching the back of her throat every time she went down. When I felt myself stiffen even more, I knew that my orgasm was about to hit. And apparently so did she, as she cupped my balls with her right hand, massaged them gently and speed up the movement of her head.

When she bobbed down once more, taking me even deeper than before, she made me lose it.

My dick twitched uncontrollably and erupted stream after stream of hot sperm into Carla's mouth.

My fingers clenched into the cushions of the couch and I couldn't help but pushing my hips forward, deeper into this amazing woman. And Carla didn't back off. Through the haze of my ecstasy, I could even feel her sucking again as my shots got smaller.

When my dick finally stopped jerking, I was sure that I had never shot a bigger load in my life. I run my finger through her hair and pulled her gently off my cock, as the sucking she still applied was just too much for my freshly drained member.

Her lips let go of me with a moist sound and a few last drops that she had not swallowed yet trickled down her chin and landed on her breast.

She smiled, wiped it up with a finger and brought it to my lips. I licked up the mixture of her saliva and my sperm and she rose from her knees and straddled my lap. I laid my arms around her and pulled her closer. She threw her arms around my neck and we started kissing passionately. I could still taste the saltiness of my load on her lips and her tongue.

Carla playfully bit my lower lip and pulled on it, before she let go. Putting her forehead against mine, she looked into my eyes and whispered, "How was that for a thank you?"

"Truth be told, it was the best I ever got," I replied and watched the content smile that found its way to her face. I raised my hands from her back and pushed loose strains of her dark brown hair from her face.

She brought her lips to my ear and her voice was so low, that I could barely hear it, "But I hope you're not all spent yet. Because all of this sucking has made me really want to mount your big cock, Handsome. Will you rise again for me? Please!"

She followed her words by gently sucking on my earlobe.

My breath got faster and my thoughts raced. I had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life and she wanted me hard again. Would I be able to recover so soon?

As if she could read my mind, her whispering continued, "I'll do everything I can to help." With that I felt her hips starting to grind back and forth on my lap. And not just that, but her whole body followed quickly.

Her warm skin rubbed up and down mine, and I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. "Stick a finger in me and feel how much I want and need you to get hard again!"

By now, she had me completely convinced that she could get me hard again, whenever she wanted to.

My left hand buried in her soft hair, I dropped my right one between our bodies and let it slip underneath the black lace still covering her pussy. Without further ado I pushed a finger between her soft folds, drawing a moan from her lips. She was soaking wet and I could feel her love juice dribble down my hand. I inserted a second finger and massaged her inner walls with my fingertips.

Carla's hips never stopped moving and she literally fucked herself with my fingers. She pulled her head back held my face with her two hands and stared at me lustfully. "Do you feel how much I need your dick, Handsome?" she panted.

"Yes," I breathed heavy, "yes. And I will get hard again." I pulled her ecstatic face to mine and kissed her again.

For a minute we stayed like that, kissing each other, she grinding her body against mine and fucking herself with my fingers. Until finally, I felt my cock come back to life. With subtle twitches it started to grow again. When it had become hard enough to push up against Carla's bottom, I could feel a shiver run through her body and she groaned into our kiss.

I removed my fingers from her slippery pussy and couldn't help but bring them to my lips. Carla looked a little displeased as I broke our kiss, but smiled again as she saw me licking up her juices. As if the taste of her womanhood would not have been enough to make me completely hard again, she pushed herself up on her knees, bringing the pair of her perfect tits directly in front of my face.

Without hesitation I brought my lips to the left nipple from my point of view and sucked on it, fluttering my tongue above and around it. Coating her other nipple with the wetness on the two fingers that had just been in my mouth, I tried to be as gentle as possible with those pink pebbles of her, as I had no idea how sensitive Carla would react to this. But she showed me pretty quickly that she was ready for more, when she guided my fingers with her hand, to pull and twist on her stiff pink button.

I intensified the sucking and nibbling and drew a moan from her lips, before I changed sides to make sure I treated both of her breasts the same. Finally playing with her nipples, the sweet taste of her pussy still on my lips, I was as hard again as I could possibly be.

And Carla now wanted a piece of that. She pulled my head away from her rigid pink bud. Reluctantly I let go, but not without a last hard nibble, that made her exhale sharply.