You come to the theatre I've been working at to meet me after rehearsal. I've been directing. I'm in the dressing room inventorying costumes before I meet with the designers about what else we need. You walk in all brisk and chilly from outside. I take your face in my hands to warm you up then kiss you passionately. You take off your coat. I love the way you look in your suit for work. I'm sitting on the make up counter with my feet in a chair while I shuffle through paper work and script notes. You stand in front of me, taking the papers form my hands and setting them aside.
You gently stroke my face and neck with your soft gloved hand. I look up at you - god you look good and it's been such a long day. I move the chair, pull you toward me, wrapping my legs around yours and unbuttoning your suit jacket. God you look good. You take off your gloves and stoke my hair with your hands, you know what I'm about to do and you sigh with anticipation. You've been looking forward to this all day. The mere prospect is a relief. I know you're hard. Slowly, I unzip your pants to see - there it is. That gorgeous cock of yours that I love so much greeting my lips with the tip of the head like and anxious old friend. Mmm. I stick my tongue out to taste you. Mmm. You inhale and lean back, I have you by your butt cheeks, I kneed them a little as I slowly breathe in your luscious cock.
I have you in my soft warm mouth, sucking your dick like crucial sustenance. Mmm. Running my tongue along the shaft as it goes deeper down my thought. Mmm. Up and down my head goes on your thick pulsing shaft. You exhale, resting your pelvis toward my face. Your mouth is open and you relax just feeing my mouth around you and my flickering tongue. I reach under you and tease your balls, you start to shake, then pull away to stop yourself from cumming to soon. I look up at you quizzically, confused. You stroke my face again and bend to kiss me. Your exposed cock finds its way down my shirt and into my cleavage. You adjust it there, moving it in and out, pressing my breasts around it, teasing my nipples as you go. Mmm. Yes, baby. You unbutton my blouse and peal it away, unhook my bra, lift it off, push my free tits around your warm busy cock, pinching my nipples in the process. They're hard in the cold room you're turning me on so much, baby.
You kiss me again. I stand and you hold me shirtless against your rough suited torso. We hold each other close and kiss like it's the end of the world. You look around the room, there really is no good place to get comfortable - busy...you ask to see the stage. I grab a sheer silk robe from a hook to cover myself and hand you a terrycloth one. you take off your suit jacket and put on the robe - my robe leaves little to the imagination - you can see everything and I'm now completely naked beneath it. You rum you hands over the thin silk covering me, you like it, sliding your hands all over. "Come to the stage," I say softly, taking you by the hand . We get onstage and there is a lovely Victorian couch stage center. You lie me down on it and allow my wrap to fall away. You wish you had a camera. You like the way the whole tableau looks so much.