Post-Show Play

Mallory, a 30 year old wardrobe supervisor with thick, auburn locks and fawn complexion, thought she was alone when she entered the men's dressing room to finish up her post-show tasks. Music pumping through her headphones kept her from hearing the sounds of water running until she walked right past the open bathroom. She had been spritzing the costumes when she stumbled upon one of the lead actors, Trent, rinsing off from another evening's sweltering outdoor performance of "Henry IV". Tonight had been particularly steamy or so Mallory had thought until this shower scene. She had always admired Trent, platonically, from afar, but as she took in his dripping, svelte physique, she felt her admiration evolve into something else.

His eyes were closed as he leaned back and let the water run through his dark, curly hair. As the stunned wardrobe woman removed her headphones, Mallory noticed one of his hands graze over his curved, tan member and slowly begin to stroke himself. A gasp got stuck in her throat and must've been loud enough to hear because Trent's penetrating brown eyes were now open and locked on her.

"I didn't know anyone else was still here or I would've..." she trailed off as her mouth went dry.

"i don't mind, if you don't," he murmured.

Mallory felt her knees weaken slightly at this, but kept upright to appear more powerful in this developing scenario. She lightly licked her lips before she spoke again.

"How's the water?"

"Come in and feel for yourself," Trent teased, "if you want."

They held each other's gaze, as if competing, as she peeled off her backstage blacks until she was down to a thin satin tank and booty shorts. Mallory felt Trent take in her slender frame and wondered what his elegant hands would feel like on her petite breasts; how his long fingers might pinch her pointy nipples so sharply she shrieked. She felt her breasts betray her inner thoughts and saw Trent's lips quirk up in a half smile in recognition. Mallory's grey eyes widened as she watched his palm move up and down his elongated shaft, water droplets bouncing off the tip.

"What do you want?" Mallory posed.

"For you to keep watching."

"I watch you every night, Trent," Mallory admitted as she let loose her mane from its clip.

"You watch me as Hal. I want you to watch me," Trent said as he looked down and then slowly back up at Malloy.

Mallory gulped with delighted shock at the evening's turn of events. Ordinarily she was staunchly against showmances, but it was closing weekend. Surely, a little fun was in order, especially if all he wanted was to be watched. She noticed Trent's breathing quickened as she removed the last layers of clothing and joined him in the shower. She didn't think her breasts could get any firmer until the cool water hit her overheated flesh. It was shocking and alluring all at once. They both stood there a moment and admired each other's body's. She stood beneath the shower head and ran her hands up along her chest, then neck before she leaned her head back and became completely soaked. She could feel his eyes taking in her every move and then felt her face flush with a mixture of joy and embarrassment. She wasn't used to being the star of the show.

Meanwhile Trent changed up the pace of his fapping and tried to keep his gaze on her. Occasionally his eyes squeezed shut in, what she hoped was, pleasure. How she craved to touch him and add to his satisfaction, but her attention was he wanted. Without understanding why, Mallory felt her body's willingness to do whatever he wanted. However that didn't mean Mallory couldn't enjoy herself as well. Her hands left the wet strands on her head and moved towards those of her privates. She deftly weaved her fingers through her wavy undergrowth before quickly locating her pulsing clit. She choked on air the minute she found the right spot and wished she could choke on something else.

"I'm not going to last long if you keep that up," Trent panted.

Mallory, shamelessly, laughed and threw her head back. Cool water filled her mouth almost completely before she nodded back down and let a river slowly run down the sides of her mouth. He looked desperate to finish, so Mallory took his dick-filled hand and pointed it towards her chest. Trent couldn't contain himself anymore, groaned loudly, and slammed his palm against the wall to balance as he released himself. Trent's hand was right next to her head, so she angled towards him. Somehow he caught on and wrapped his fingers in her dripping tresses and pulled hard as he continued to climax. She moaned from his rough grasp, felt his warm juices squirt beneath her bust, and had to stifle a girly squeal as he continued to glaze her torso.

Trent's grasp relaxed a little as he finished, but Mallory placed a hand on his to keep him there. After all, it was her turn now. Her fingers moved swiftly in and out of her aroused cunt. Trent seemed content as he gazed on her post-happy death. Seeing her need for quick release, Trent removed the shower head and placed it between her legs. Mallory had never appreciated the water pressure so much as when she felt the explosion build and rise up out of her. Now it was her moans that filled the air until she wilted against the tiled wall. Trent replaced the showerhead and left her there to rinse him off of her.

"Happy closing tomorrow," Trent winked.