August 2010
By now, I could write a book with all the....encounters I have had with actresses in the last two years. And if the day came where I forgot all my integrity and wrote one, an issue I would have to address is how I "lasted" so long before and during my trysts. I can't answer myself, since even I don't know how I did.
But I am no super human after all, as my urges can still overpower me; if only a bit less frequently than it would for anyone else in my position. Yet my perfection was lost soon after I got my invite to the "Modern Family" set in August 2010.
"Modern Family" had joined "Glee" as freshman comedy hits that would square off at the Emmys next month. But it was focused on starting its second season right now, and I got a peek at the action before any regular fans could. This time I would head to Los Angeles to work for two weeks, on my first fake documentary comedy series since "The Office" started it all 22 months ago.
I had gathered a lot of experience since then in more ways than one. If anyone else knew how much, they would probably ask about my time with Christina before the others. I loved them all equally, yet I would understand her being brought up first, given her jaw-dropping dimensions.
There was only one other woman on TV with dimensions like that, and I was now on her set as well.
Sofia Vergara was broadcast TV's answer to Christina; if Christina was Columbian, mixed up her English and wasn't in serious drama. Other than that, they each headlined the most acclaimed shows in their respective genres, and had redefined the accepted figure of women on TV. If Christina hadn't shown the folly of those limitations before, Sofia's equally unbelievable figure had to have finished the job.
Since I had already been intimate with such a goddess before, it logically shouldn't have been intimidating to get glimpses of Sofia. But the problem was that I had been intimate with such a goddess before, and I had a better idea of what that oh-so-voluptuous body might look like undressed. That was also simpler to ignore when I was just starting to hook up with actresses I admired. Yet now that it was becoming a habit, it was easier to imagine happening.
"Modern Family" was about three separate branches of a family tree, so Sofia wasn't shooting scenes any more than the others. Yet I still saw her more than enough on the first week to make it harder for me not to gawk. I could just focus on her face and not what was below it, yet even that happened to be sexy, cute and funny; often at the same time. And since she was actually a comedic scene-stealer; with her occasional mispronounced words being intentionally and unintentionally funny; there was no way to ignore her.
I did manage to hold my ground while helping her and talking to her, but I still needed to do it for another week. Since I was more conscious of how I wanted to get close to her, and that I knew it could happen with the right circumstances, this would be a hard task. As such, I took drastic measures when the following Monday started.
I went into the men's bathroom on the set, made sure no one was around and then entered a stall to take care of business. I had never masturbated to fantasies of my crushes while I was on the set with them before. The Christina experience certainly proved how easily one could get caught masturbating on set. However, I figured it was worth a shot to change my routine.
I stood in front of the toilet and unzipped my pants, taking my dick out to point it at the bowl. That would be a good place to dispose of the evidence of this, and so I sent forth to get it out. I jacked off slowly to start off, yet I knew I had to hurry this up, so my imagination got working as my hand got faster.
With my own fantasies of a naked Sofia combined with all the shots of her in a swimsuit that I found on the Internet, it didn't take long for me to get revved up. Once I envisioned her taking her swimsuit off in front of me, making her giant tits stick out and swaying her wide, sultry hips, I knew this wouldn't take much longer. Picturing me rubbing myself right up against her naked form was an added bonus; and it was enough to make me start talking.
"Oh fuck, Sofia....fuck me hard, Sofia, fuck me till I cum..." I wasn't even this much of a dirty talker when I was with the others. But I really wanted to get this done quicker so no one would be the wiser. And after I muttered "Fuck me, Sofia" a few more times, I got the work done.
I somehow made sure that all of my cum landed in the toilet and that none got in my pants. Once I more fully recovered, I wiped my cock dry, flushed the toilet and exited to wash my hands thoroughly. I got out of the bathroom and saw no one nearby, so I concluded I was in the clear.
With that relief taken care of, I approached the rest of the day with much more confidence. I did my tasks perfectly and even took care of a thing or two for Sofia without feeling awkward; or at least more awkward than I expected. I knew that masturbating before work wouldn't get me through every day, although it did work for this one and could probably carry me through the next few.
So I felt confident on Tuesday morning when I had to deliver the day's revised script pages to Sofia. I headed over to her dressing room, knowing from past experience to just knock on the door right away. "May I come in?"
After hearing a "Si" from behind the door, I felt safe to go inside. Sofia was sitting on her chair with her full attention at me, so I steeled myself and just handed her the script pages. "Here's what they have for you today. I'm sure it should be mistake free this time."
"Thank you, I'm sure it will be too," she replied in her imitable accent.
"Is there anything else I can help with while I'm here?" I asked, trying not to be pushy and knowing this could be a calculated risk. But I still had a job to do and actually doing it would help more than anything.
"No, I'm all good, thank you," she reassured. Well, at least I made the effort.
"Okay, I should head off then. I'll be available if you change your mind, though," I promised as I turned to the door.
"So you won't be in the restroom, then?" And there was the calculated risk by staying a while longer. But that could still mean anything, although I really doubted it.
"No, um, I think I can hold it for a while longer," I answered while not bothering to move or look at Sofia.
"Are you sure? It didn't sound like it when I walked by the restroom and heard you call out my name."
That inspired panic in me for a lot of reasons. But for some other reason, my first worry was that if Sofia heard me, others might have as well; others who could reprimand me or report me to someone who would. "God, did anyone else hear me?" I asked before I realized I had just incriminated myself.