Putting on a Show - Sex Stories

Putting on a Show

... utterly turned on and desperate for release. He knew, however, there wouldn't be enough time between acts to run to the restroom to knock one out. Why hadn't he thought of having a sneaky wank before the show?

On the verge of cumming, he was relieved and worried when the curtain fell. Now, he had to get out of the box and stand in front of the cast with a massive stiffy. There was no intermission, just a quick set change. He let Beth out first, who rounded on him. Instead of fury at his prodding cock, she kissed him on the cheek.

"Well done. That was just perfect." She said, looking a little flushed. Pete wasn't sure, but he thought she had a faraway look in her eyes and had the strange feeling she was referring to something other than the performance. Holding his hands over the front of his baggy tighty whities, he waddled after her towards the bed that was being wheeled out. The rest of the cast all had things to do and seemed oblivious to his erection. He caught Melissa's gaze out of the corner of his eye. She had a curious smile on her face and gave him a friendly wave. That did nothing to dampen his ardor. He could make out her nipples winking at him from the stage.

In for a penny, he thought, and climbed up on the bed as it settled center stage in position. At least he could lie on his front and hide his throbbing cock.

Beth was kneeling before him. She looked half serious, half concerned.

"Pete," she said.

"Yes." He croaked.

"Let's just do what we ...

... need to do to get through the scene, Ok? Don't let anything faze you. Ok."

"Ok."

"Everything's perfect, ok?"

"Ok."

"Just roll with it and go along with it."

His brow wrinkled.

"Just follow my lead." He nodded and smiled a thin smile.

Then the curtain rose again.

Beth took him completely by surprise. During the brief rehearsal, it had only felt uncomfortably intimate when Melissa had arranged them in an embrace. Now, Beth was taking complete control.

First, she lay alongside his prostrate body, then shoved him forcibly onto his side to face her. Then, she took him in her arms, scootching right over so she was pressed along the length of his body. Her legs intertwined with his, and her crotch squeezed up against his cock. He was at full attention once again. Then, Beth kissed him. Not the chaste peck on the cheek she'd given him moments ago. This was full on the mouth and passionate, albeit with lips firmly closed. Her arms began to caress him, her legs writhing on his, her hips gyrating so his cock bore into her mound.

Unable to stop himself, Pete felt everything else fade away. There was just himself and Beth lying on the bed. He returned her kiss, pushing his tongue forcible into her mouth, through her closed teeth. Her eyes opened wide, but she let it happen. Her own tongue began to snake back into his mouth, and she gyrated her hips, massaging his cock.

Whatever part of his rational brain that had been worried about impropriety earlier had ...