I changed into my nightgown and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. The dawn was filtering through the bathroom window and my heart was pounding. Paul was right below me, no doubt asleep already. I hadn’t even had a chance to kiss him goodnight.
I lay down on my air mattress, turning the events of the past few days over in my mind. I was high with drink and euphoric with lust. There was no way I was ready to sleep. My thighs trembled at the thought of Paul downstairs, alone in that little room.
Before common sense could talk me out of it, I grabbed a condom from my purse and crept down the stairs, through the snoring bodies on the couches. I felt like Sylvester sneaking through the sleeping dogs in a Warner Bros cartoon, hoping they wouldn’t wake. Randy was rattling around in the kitchen but I ignored him as I was now on a mission to the sunroom.
I opened the door without knocking, boldness channelling through me in a manner I’ve never experienced. Before Paul even realized that someone was in the room with him, I crawled on top of him where he lay on his air mattress and I kissed him. The radiance of dawn seeped through the blinds, but it was still dark enough for us to be mysterious shapes, and light enough to see the glow of his surprised eyes.
I expected him to tell me to go away, to leave him to sleep since he had to be on set soon, but his arms pulled me into him, his lips hungrily seeking out mine. Whether it was the booze, the fun of the evening, the urgency of a warm body, I didn’t care; I only knew that I ached for him and wanted to take a chance.
My heart raced as I kissed him more, my hands searching out his face, his chest, his body. I wanted to feel him, to engulf him, to be one with him inside and out.
He pushed me back and sat up and, for a moment, my heart fell as I waited for the inevitable rejection. To my surprise, he lifted my nightie and buried his face between my legs.
It was all I could do to keep from moaning as his tongue found that most delicious spot. I nearly came the moment he touched me, but instead spread my legs wider with a gasp. He enthusiastically licked my rigid little clit, his fingers sliding in and out of m in an emphatic and steady rhythm. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out in excitement and pleasure. I didn’t want the whole house to hear us, for the other guys to think that I would sleep with just any guy. I could imagine the rumours that would spread like wildfire. They didn’t know that the lust had started long before this day. And my head was swimming with dreams come true, as misguided as they might be. A woman infatuated with art can be a power to reckon with.
I gave my body over to him and he was every bit as attentive as I had ever hoped he’d be. He licked and sucked me to orgasm, I couldn’t help myself, and then again. Months of lust flooded through me and on to his fingers and into his mouth. It was so hard to be quiet, but the secrecy turned me on even more. Were they listening on the other side of the door to the moans that had escaped from my lips?
I knew time was short and the sun was rising and I still hadn’t done what I came to do. I didn’t know if he was too drunk to enjoy himself or if he could enjoy himself with me at all. I lifted his head and made him lie back. Quickly his pants were down and I found his cock. I was surprised at how erect he was and delighted that he was bigger than he had been in my masturbatory fantasies.
My mouth opened wide to take him slowly into my mouth. I perched above him to accommodate his length down into my throat. I slowly drew back up again and proceeded to suck on him. I licked him up and down, circling his fleshy head with my tongue, slurping his shaft with wet eager lips. His firmness had me dripping and wanting once more. I stroked him with my hand, my mouth sliding up and down his length.
My thighs trembling, I slipped off my nightie and hurriedly unwrapped the condom that I had tossed beside the mattress. He sighed a little when I lowered myself on to him. I sat, letting the sensation of him filling me right up linger. My body twitched a bit but I didn’t want to come again just yet. I leaned forwards on to my hands and fucked him slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of him so large and hard inside of me.
Again, I wanted to moan and tell him how much I was enjoying him, but fear of the people just outside the door hearing us kept me mute.
He pulled my face to his, kissing me while I ground into him. Our pace was pleasurably rhythmic and another swell of orgasm was so close. Suddenly, he raised his hips and tipped me back. His hands grabbed mine so that my arms were pinned behind my back. The firmness and aggressiveness of him turned me on more as he thrust into me rapidly. My breasts bobbed up and down and my pussy throbbed hungrily. I threw my head back, riding him as he ploughed into me, his grip on my hands firmly holding me how he wanted me adding another layer of exhilaration to my already overstimulated body. I wanted to shout and scream as my body released once more on to my lovely fantasy lover.
He flipped me over so that I was on my back and he was above me, his eyes glimmering as they looked into mine. His eyes were wide with heat and lust, like a lion studying his prey.
I moaned with anticipation. He entered me slowly, parting my flesh with his warm, stiff dick and I raised my legs so that my feet hooked around his back. He kissed me as he pumped into me, his lips firm around mine. My hands held on to his shoulders, my fingers dancing along his back. I moaned softly into his mouth as his cock plunged into me time and again, each stroke more ardent than the one before.
He pinned my hands above my head, fucking me hard, staring at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. I trembled and quivered, orgasm melting into another orgasm; the sensation of being held down and fucked cranked the notch of excitement up yet another level as he vigorously thrust into me.
Then, he was the one trying not moan, as he pumped his enthusiastic ecstasy into me.
He held me tightly for a few minutes, and I savoured the beating of his heart against mine. At last, he withdrew from me and turned on to his back. He shut his eyes, his mouth turned up in a satisfied smile. The birds were singing loudly outside of the window and I pulled my nightie back on. I kissed him goodbye on the cheek and quietly left his room.
Randy was still in the kitchen and I’m sure he heard every squeak of the air mattress, every muffled moan and sigh and, for all I knew, he’d been jerking off to us but I didn’t care. I said goodnight to him and went up to bed.
The next day, I watched the movie being filmed for a few hours. I wanted to spend a few more minutes with Paul and, though we hung out with the other actors and crew between takes, I never had a chance to speak with him alone.
I had to catch my plane home and the PAs were ready to take me to the airport. It was time to say my goodbyes to all the lovely people I had befriended over the past few days. My movie adventure had come to a close. At least the filming part.
When I kissed Paul goodbye, I stared into his large blue eyes. They stared back at me with warmth and comfort. I looked for the haunted part, that secret part of him behind his eyes, but it wasn’t there in that instant. There was a glow of comprehension, a slit parted in the curtain of his secret life, and the idea of possible penetration seized me. I smiled and he smiled back and, this time, the smile reached his eyes.
I hoped that one day our paths would cross again. Maybe even at the movie premiere. In the meantime, I just had to look at the key lying on my desk to remind me of a fantasy come true.
After a couple of weeks, I decided to go visit the set and see how it was going. Last-minute seat sales were in my favour and off I went.
One good thing about being a full-time author and part-time actor is that my schedule is more or less my own. Have laptop, will travel. Sometimes I get more done on trips than I do around the house.
I found a cheap hotel and rented a car. I stocked my room with beer, condoms, lube and some snacks, just in case I had company later. Then off I went to the set.
When I arrived they were filming a suspense scene. Paul and six other actors carefully made their way down a dark corridor, stealthily hunting an unseen monster that would be added later in CGI. I h
eld still until the director called cut then I found a place among some of the other watchers and sat down on a folding chair beside an adorable young dark-eyed man.
When the final take was done, I was greeted by everyone with hugs and kisses. Paul rushed over.
“What are you doing here?” He had a gleam in his eye. The excitement of filming gave him a wondrous joie de vivre.
I smiled. “I figured I could take a couple of days to hang out on set. Maybe I’ll write about it.”
“That would be good for everyone,” he said taking my hands in his firm warm ones. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I said. Our eyes locked and my heart raced as I saw lust in his.
“I haven’t had a chance to call you, I’m sorry,” he said.
“Nonsense, you’ve been pretty busy.”
“And you’ve been on my mind,” he said, widening his eyes.
“Back on set,” a PA called. Paul turned to me. “You going to stay all day?”
“You bet.”
“Maybe drinks later?” he said. “A bunch of us go to a place around the corner from where I’m staying.”
“Sounds good to me,”
The day passed quickly and I made notes and took a few pictures. While I was there, I struck up a conversation with the young man I had sat beside earlier. His name was Ben and he had deep dark eyes and shaggy dark hair. He wasn’t thin like Paul but he was a solid man with nice arms and long fingers. An enticing contrast to Paul’s fairness, he was around the same age. He had been sent by a film magazine to hang around on set for a few days to work on a story.
“I’m … I’m a writer too,” I told him as I stuck out my hand. His grip was warm and I found myself lost in his eyes.
“I’ve read your books,” he said, a slight flush creeping along his cheeks. “I like them.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Paul noticed us getting friendly and, with every short break between takes, he made sure to come over and flirt with me. I was enjoying the attention from both the young men and was glad I had made the trip.
It was early evening by the time the day was wrapped. Most of the production team was exhausted and ready to go home. The talent and journalists on the other hand, were aching to break out.
“Want to go for drinks with us, Ben?” Paul asked, as everyone was gathering up their things to leave.
“Sure,” Ben replied and the three of us left the set together. I gave them a ride to the pub and we joined the other ten or so people at the table.
It was a beautiful summer night and the three of us found ourselves on the patio more than in the bar. We talked about the movie and how fun it was to shoot. Ben said he had some good coverage for his magazine. We talked about films and books and then silly jokes. As the drinks flowed, talk turned to sex, as it inevitably does.
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” I asked them. They both laughed and stories came out. Paul once had sex on the terrace of a restaurant behind a potted palm tree. Ben’s escapades included a parked car after a rock concert and a hay mound in a barn. I grinned at them, my gaze flitting from blue eyes to brown eyes.
“Any orgies?” I asked.
Paul laughed. “Orgies … oh for sure. Well, parties where it seems anything goes. Mostly cast party type events,” he told us.
“I’ve been in a couple of experiences like that,” I told them. “It’s so fun and spontaneous. You never know what’s going to happen.”
“I had a threesome once. Two girls and me,” Ben offered. “That was one hell of a night.”
“Mmm, threesomes. I’ve always wanted two guys,” I said with a grin.
Paul stared at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Never had a threesome?” he asked.
“Not with two guys. One of those things on my list of experiences I want to try before I die.”
The waitress came around and we ordered more beer and some shooters. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and, when I returned, both the boys were staring at me intensely.
“What?” I asked as I sat down.
Paul reached over and took my hand. “Do you want your fantasy to come true?” he asked.
“What fantasy?”
“Two guys.” He grinned.
My thighs trembled as I stared into his eyes. “Today?” I asked.
Paul looked over at Ben who had the biggest smile I’d ever seen. “Today,” Paul said. “Now, if you want.”
“I want …”
We left my car at the pub and took a cab to my hotel. Once inside the door, I realized I was shivering with anticipation and anxiety. I was glad I had had the foresight to have some beer on hand and offered the boys one.
As I handed Paul his beer, he took me in his arms and kissed me fully and passionately on the mouth.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered. My lips met his again, our tongues darting and entwiningdth="1em">“I’ve missed you too,” I said.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said. “I’m glad you showed up.”
“Me, too.”
The three of us settled on the bed, clutching our beers.
“So, here we are,” Paul said as he pulled some condoms from his pocket and put them on the bed. I took out the condoms and lube I had brought and added them to the collection.
“Yes, here we all are,” I said. Ben raised his beer sheepishly, staring at the condoms. We drank our beer in awkward silence for a few moments.
“Why don’t we all take a shower?” Paul suggested.
I nodded eagerly. “Let’s!”
We all stripped off our clothes, the boys eagerly helping me remove my T-shirt and jeans. As my large breasts were released from my bra, they each took one, eagerly touching them and suckling on my nipples. I stroked both of their heads, staring down at the blond and the brunette kneeling before me. At last, I took their hands, helping them to their feet.
“Let’s go,” I said.
We went into the tiny bathroom and I turned on the shower. It wasn’t very strong but it would do. One by one we carefully stepped into the tub, helping each other from slipping. Paul’s lean form accentuated his growing erection. Ben’s broader body boasted a firm and pleasing-sized expanding cock as well. I licked my lips.
The boys took care soaping me up. Their strong firm fingers rubbed across my shoulders, my back, across my breasts, along my thighs and down to my feet. Paul spread my legs and knelt down to lick my throbbing clit. I leaned back against Ben for support and his hands cupped my soapy breasts. Between Ben rubbing my breasts in a slow circular motion and Paul licking at my clit, I was in ecstasy already and we’d just begun.
Paul slipped his fingers into my warm waiting pussy and fingered my G-spot, his tongue still dancing on my clit.
My head pressed back into Ben’s chest, my eyes closed as they touched and massaged my most erogenous zones. I spread my legs wider, pushing my pussy towards Paul as he fingered and sucked me to climax. I cried out, not afraid of anyone hearing me this time.
When I stopped trembling, I helped Paul stand up and, this time, I was the one kneeling. The shower pulsed against my back as I took their cocks in my hands. I stroked them together, savouring the differences in length and thickness, either one of them a wonderful specimen for any woman.
I wrapped my lips around the head of Paul’s cock, teasing it lightly with my tongue, my hand stroking him as I stroked Ben. I looked up and saw them both watching me, eyes glazed with lust and my pussy was warm again.
Grabbing Ben’s cock firmly, I turned my attention to him, licking his shaft and mouthing his balls. He groaned as I suckled him, teasing him and then took his cock fully in my mouth and deep in my throat.
After I sucked them both again, I slowly stood up.
“I think we’ve all washed enough, don’t you?” I asked coyly. They both nodded and we all stepped out of the shower. The boys dried me, towelling me carefully and briskly.
Paul lay down on the bed, his arms o
utstretched towards me. “Kiss me,” he said, and took me in his arms.
Our bodies pressed together, warm from the shower, and I remembered our night of passion a few weeks earlier. I entwined my legs around his, feeling his hardness pressed against me.
I broke the kiss and turned over to Ben who stood shyly watching. I held my hand out to him and he took it. I pulled him into me and we kissed. A soft passionate kiss, different from Paul’s but exciting just the same.
Their hands roamed across me, strong manly hands that firmly touched and probed and spread and wiggled. Squirming beneath their touches, I found their cocks again and stroked them firmly. They took turns kissing me, as they fondled me in stereo.
I knelt and took Paul’s cock into my mouth. As I crouched over him, Ben slipped his fingers into my pussy. My juices were slick as he thrust his hand in and out of me, his thumb pressing on my clit. My hips wiggled in glee, allowing me to take more of Paul’s cock into my mouth. Paul moaned as I slurped up and down his enormous shaft.
Paul pulled me on top of him and he slid into me. I gasped at his size and grabbed for Ben’s cock. As Paul fucked me, I sucked on Ben’s cock. Ben grabbed my hair, pulling my head up and down in rhythm to Paul’s fucking. I moaned around Ben’s cock, the excitement of two beautiful men making my pussy slicker than ever.
“Fuck my ass,” I said to Ben. He pulled his cock from my mouth and put a condom on it.
He crouched behind me and, though it took a bit of pressure because of Paul’s size already in me, he managed to work his way in.
The sensation of being doubly penetrated caused me to moan.
“Am I hurting you?” Ben asked.
“No. You feel exquisite. Both of you feel so good inside of me,” I sighed.
They fucked me, slowly, all of us trying to reach a good rhythm. Paul’s lips were on mine as his hardness pierced into me and withdrew repeatedly. Ben kept a good rhythm and soon I was coming again.
“Oh, God, fill me up,” I cried out. “That feels so good.”
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