The play was presented as a sex farce, staged by our amateur community theater.
Any nudity was to be fleeting and funny. At least, that's the way it was supposed to be!
I had a brief role in one scene. The audience was to see me for only a second or two, from the time the curtain rose until the actor I shared the scene with covered my naked backside with his body, clothed save for his penis. Once in place, we were to simulate a vigorous doggie-style copulation, causing the bed to collapse, then the curtain would come down to end the scene, and the play. I was to be exposed for too short a time for the audience to even realise what they were seeing: "Curtain up, is that lady naked?, hey that man is blocking the view, they hump so hard they break the bed, curtain comes down--what was that? Was she really naked? Don't know, it was so quick!"
That was the plan. But in the event, things went a bit differently. Before curtain up for this scene, the stage crew took my robe, then positioned my hands and knees on the floor and apart, my bare butt in the air in anticipation of the simulated penetration to follow. I turned my head to see John, the other actor, ready to rush to his place behind me after allowing the audience a fleeting glance of me. All was ready.
The curtain rises, the audience gasps. In the darkened rented theater the spotlight quickly finds my spread, naked ass. So far, so good. We're on script.
One second, two seconds, where's John? The audience gasps again. I gasp. By now John should be hunched over me, blocking my brazen nakedness from their view, and humping me!
With the curtain up and no John, there's nothing between me and the audience! And I'm in a posture never offered even by art models, and probably reserved just for the most explicit porn films. My bottom is wide open to the audience, and vulnerable. I don't even have what little protection my recently removed pubic hair might afford.
Where's John? The house is dark (except for me), so I can't see where he is. All I know is that my naked butt is pointed right at the audience, raised as if for primal sex, and presenting a view between my legs and well up into my birth canal. My lips and all the pink between them is on display. As well as the little brown star between my cheeks. This was not supposed to be seen. I think of the co-workers I've invited to this performance, thinking that teasing them with a fleeting glimpse of my ass would be acceptable, even rather cute. I'd told them I'd be in the play, and that there might be nudity, which may or may not involve me, but now they have time to stare and to realise it's surely me. Now everyone here has time to see and identify my face, though upside-down, as well as stare at my butt and into my vagina.
I can feel cool air wafting across my exposed anus. Did I clean sufficiently since my most recent toilet? Looking under, between my legs, I see the reflections of my well-lit butt in the dozens of eyeballs staring at me from every seat in the darkened theater. I think I can actually feel their stares drilling into my delicate folds and openings.
