This story is a fantasy which came to me following Grace Jones's performance at the Diamond Jubilee celebrations in London.
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Very often when celebrities are working away they stay in trailers which are fitted out to effectively be a home from home. They can be quite big and fitted out to include all the luxuries.
Very few celebrities actually own one of these trailers as they simply rent them for the period required. I happen to be employed by a company which rents these trailers and with my job I work away a lot of the time cleaning them up and getting them ready to be moved to the next location.
Sometimes I will run into one of these celebrities when on site and most are usually quite nice and are happy to sign an autograph or pose for a photo. Another perk of the job is that we can usually get free tickets to gigs or the chance to watch filming of TV shows or movies.
My employer won the contract to supply the trailers to all of the artists performing at the Queen's Diamond Jubilee concert which just took place. This was a huge event and this meant that we had almost our whole fleet on site along with myself and nine or ten other people from the company.
After setting up the trailers early in the day we collected our complimentary tickets to the concert and settled down to enjoy the show.
The concert was great with a whole host of stars performing. About half way through though the name Grace Jones was announced as the next act and whilst the name was familiar to me I couldn't think why.
She then walked onto the stage and my mouth dropped. I realised why the name was familiar as I recognised her from a James Bond film from some years ago but that wasn't the reason for my shock.
She walked onto the stage wearing the most outrageous and yet sexy outfit which I had ever seen. She was wearing what I would have described as a red and black basque with what looked like a cape along with high heels and black elbow length gloves. On the top of her head was a headdress which looked like a huge red flame which must have been at least two feet high.
Grace looked stunning and her long toned legs looked like they went on forever. In my mind she was the perfect image for an Amazonion goddess.
She performed a song which I didn't know and throughout the whole thing worked her body to keep a hula hoop up around her waist. By the time she left the stage I certainly don't think that I was the only speechless person in the crowd. The rest of the night was great and went very well but I couldn't get the image of Grace Jones off my mind.
When I got back to the shared trailer which we were all in for the night I jumped into my bunk and pulled the curtain across to get some privacy. I went straight onto Youtube and was pleased to see that someone had already uploaded the footage of her performance that night.
I plugged some headphones into my laptop and watched her again only this time I was able to pull my erect cock out of my boxers and stroke myself off.
After cumming hard I cleaned myself up and looked for some more information on Grace online. I was shocked when I discovered that she was actually 64 years old! I couldnt believe it so checked on a couple of different sites but sure enough her date of birth confirmed that she is in fact 64.
I fell asleep that night wondering how she had managed to keep her body in such amazing condition and picturing what it would be like to fuck her. As a 28 year old hetrosexual man I felt that I had quite a healthy sexual appetite but had never before had thoughts like this about a woman in her 60's!
In the morning I woke early and reported to the site manager.
After saying good morning and discussing the concert for a bit he picked up the job sheets and told me Grace Jones would soon be leaving and that I could start with her trailer.
Full of excitement I skipped over to her trailer, past a motorbike, up the couple of steps and knocked on the door before turning and leaping back down.
The door opened and stood in front and a couple of feet up from me was the woman who I had been thinking about last night whilst filling a tissue with fresh warm cum.
The motorbike was obviously her's as she was stood wearing a tight black leather jacket and trousers along with some ankle boots which had a very high spike heel.
I stood there completely lost for words and she eventually broke the silence and asked me if I was from the trailer company. Finding my voice I told her that I was and asked if everything had been OK for her.
Coming down the two steps she told me that everything had been fine but that she had lost the key for the door. She said that she was sure that it was in the trailer somewhere.
Her voice was so deep and exotic that it had me almost hypnotised but I told her that it wasn't a problem and that it happened all the time.
Stood so closely in front of me I could see that Grace was quite tall but guessed that this was helped by the fact that she was wearing such high heels. I could also see through the tight leathers that she was also quite musclular and because of this she had almost the same build as me.
She turned and swung her leg over the motorbike before telling me that her people had already been and that anything left in the trailer could be thrown away.
With that she pulled a black crash helmet down over her head before starting the motorbike and vanishing in a cloud of smoke and gravel.
After watching her leave I entered the trailer and immediateley saw on the sofa in front of me the outfit which she had worn for the show the night before.
I was a little surprised that she had left it behind as I imagined that it would have cost quite a lot of money to design and make but I guessed that in her industry she couldn't exactly wear it again.
I pulled the door shut before stepping over and picking up the red and black basque. As I did it was a lot heavier than I expected and noticed that what I thought, the night before, was a cape was actually sewn into the back.
The basque part was made from what looked like a mixture of leather and PVC and the smell of it was overpowering. Holding it up to breath it in I realised that I was holding it in front of me as a girl may do with a dress in a shop.
Putting the basque back down I turned around thinking that I should start tidying up but kicked something on the floor. Looking down I saw that it was one of the high heeled shoes which Grace had worn the night before.
The shoe was a black stiletto with a 6" heel and I noticed that it was a size 10. This was a little surprising but I figured that Grace was quite tall so this could be right.
It was then that it crossed my mind.
Thinking of how myself and Grace were of a similar build and how my shoe size was also 10 I suddenly felt the urge to try on her sexy outfit.
I had never done anything like this before or even thought of doing so but with such a kinky outfit there in my size I could think of nothing but putting it on.
Going back to the door I locked it from the inside and quickly stripped from my clothes knowing that it would be at least a couple of hours until someone came to check on me.
Picking up the basque I unzipped the back and stepped into it pulling it over my now throbbing penis. It was very tight but I managed to squeeze into it and after a little bit of a struggle managed to zip it up at the back beneith what I had previously thought of as the cape.
The bottom of the basque was very thin and barely held my cock inside with the material at the back going up between my ass cheeks.
I sat down and picked up the shoes, slowly sliding my feet into them. Standing up felt very strange as pressure was being put onto parts of my feet unlike anything I had felt before. At the same time though it felt very sexy to be wearing them and my legs felt almost as if they were longer and more toned.
Turning back to the sofa I picked up the black elbow length gloves and slid my hands into them. These were very tight but I did manage to get my hands into them before pulling them up my arms.
