Chapter 3
Perhaps luckily, I found that Frank was still not home, so had the time to use a shower as an opportunity to give myself an at least partially satisfying orgasm - so did not go to bed as totally frustrated as I otherwise would have done. And as I had only a relatively few hours between then and the following night's opening performance, I had little time to consider what, in other circumstances I might have seen as being a foolishly impetuous reaction. But what had happened between us in the car certainly added an extra amount of spiciness to our acting, which, as one or both of us was on stage for most of the first two acts, may well have lifted the cast's overall performance.
However, although our characters were often the subject of discussion between the others, in the final act we did not actually appear until the third and final scene - when we were caught in that infamous kiss. That meant that we both had twenty or more minutes to wait before we were called for, and given the space that my crinoline took up, I had always made a point of staying well away from the wings during that time. That night I decided I would merely wait in the female changing room.
But no sooner had I heard the sounds of preparation for the curtain to go up on the opening of the third act, than the door opened - it was Greg. He beckoned, and although not knowing why he did that, I followed - following him down the passage-way that I knew led to the wardrobe room. Now as I had brought my own costume it wasn't somewhere I'd been before, and although he didn't turn the light on, in the seconds before he shut the door there was just enough time for me to see at least something of it - and it took my breath away.
A long, but relatively narrow room; the entire space almost filled with four or more very long racks of clothes, and although I didn't have time to take all of it in, it looked as though they included not only male and female outfits, but represented a whole range of both styles and eras. The only other thing I saw was at the end of the space between the nearest two rows, where there was a full length mirror - and beneath it, something also from another era, one of the almost waist-high wicker baskets that had once been used to both store and transport theatrical costumes and equipment.
As he plunged us into total darkness, Greg reached for me, and said. 'Did you mean what I thought you did in the car last night? Or did I somehow misinterpret you?'
Knowing how short our time was I pulled him to me and kissed him. 'I'll repeat what I said - does that answer that question?' I asked as we broke for air.
'I've never reacted like this with any other woman Margie - you've no idea how much I've wanted to make love with you. I know this is not how either of us would want it to be, but -'
I interrupted him before he could find some reason why we shouldn't do it, right then and there. 'Ssh! Just help me get this damn skirt off Greg - there won't be time for the rest of the costume, but let's at least free the most critical part of me.'
I turned around so he could get at the velcro fastening of the crinoline and both I and my pussy responded to just the sound of it being ripped apart, then I felt the hoop and skirt fall into a neatly tumbled nestling of fabric.
As he lifted my feet so he could move the skirt aside, I regretted that he could not see and appreciate the fancy panties he'd exposed - but when I felt his lips pressing through the thin cotton stockings and against the backs of my knees, I felt myself trembling in anticipation and simply hooked my fingers into the waist-band and started pushing them downwards.
Although we had such limited time, Greg seemed remarkably unhurried, using what seemed like several long minutes to do little more than slide his lips and fingers up and down the backs of my thighs - but slowly and surely moving them higher - then waiting until he heard my soft moans become just a little deeper before easing my legs even further apart.
Then I felt his fingers move up between them, his hand curling as his fingers slipped up to and within the poutingly unfurled lips of my pussy. I gasped, and my whole body shook from the intensity of sensations that merely that simple movement sent rippling through me. By then the need I felt was stronger than any remaining feminine modesty I might have normally felt, and I heard myself grunting hoarsely. 'I want you Greg, I want you now!'
Just as the rip of the velcro had stirred me, so even the soft purr of his zip seemed to heighten the feelings I was experiencing, and suddenly remembering the wicker basket, I moved forward and bent myself down over it - lifting my arse high, so he would have even easier access to me.
He reached forward, his hands cupping my bottom, then as he came closer I felt the satiny smoothness of his cock-head brushing against the insides of my thighs - and for a moment I thought I was going to come from just the feel of it. But then as the blunt hardness of it found and then pushed a short way inside me - not wishing to miss any of what this cock might actually do for me - I somehow managed to restrain the rising surge, but hearing myself give a series of loud and breathless grunts as Greg began moving.
At first he used nothing but short, sharp movements - his cock-head triggering the most electrifying thrills each time it grazed my tenderly sensitive pussy-lips - and of course the concentration of so much spine-tingling stimulation on just that small part of me further magnified the exquisite intensity of it. But even though I wished we had the time for me to take as much of that as he was prepared to give me, in fact it wasn't that long before I realised I then needed very much more of him.
He obviously felt me thrusting myself hard back at him, then - and hearing my croaking cry. 'Deeper, harder - please!' - he finally thrust the entire length deep inside me.
I gasped as he opened me - and although my judgement may well have been clouded by the strength of the thrills immediately coursing through me, it certainly seemed that his was clearly a cock that was decidedly longer, and probably also quite a bit thicker than Frank's. So much so that for a split-second or two, I wondered if I would be able to take it all. But of course that was a silly thought, and although its mass stretched me wide, I not only took it, I revelled in the size and vigour of it.
Once confident that I wanted him that way, Greg gave up all pretence of cautious restraint - grunting gutturally as he began powering in and out of my wetly clutching pussy. 'Oh god! Oh Margie - that's, no you, you are incredible! Shit - I just can't begin to tell you how wonderful this feels!' He gasped as his thrusting grew ever faster, his cock seemingly plunging ever deeper.
The combination of his passionate cry and feel of the throbbingly rigid length of his cock powering in and out of me, were too much - and suddenly I lost all control of myself; muffling my own shriller and probably quite deafening cries by biting down on my arm as I was carried into a series of rolling orgasms.
Perhaps it was the extra tightness of my pussy's convulsing spasms that helped to increase the strength of the thrills Greg experienced, certainly it was only a minute or two before I heard the sound of a sharper, deeper intake of breath, then felt the increasing tension in his cock as that pre-ejaculate reaction pulsed through it - then he was smashing himself hard against me; his body slamming against my thighs and buttocks as I felt him pumping a series of powerful jets of semen inside me..
Our coupling had been so drainingly intense that it probably took us as long to recover and regain our breath as it had to actually fuck - and given that we then had to almost immediately get ourselves ready to go back on stage and into that other passionate embrace, I had no time to fiddle with my soaking wet panties, so spent the last act of the play with a mix of my pussy's juices, plus much of Greg's semen, trickling wetly down the insides of my thighs.
But, I have to admit - I did rather like those feelings!
Chapter 4
