monty25
August 13th, 2007, 08:44 AM
The audience began to shuffle out as the intermission began, Eve had quickly jumped back into her dress, but stuffed her dripping g-string into her handbag.
I somehow managed to cram my still-hard penis back into my pants, and hastily straightened myself up before people started to pour out of the exits and into the lobby.
Normally, the intermission would only last half an hour, but this particular play had a 90-minute break as a complete change of actors was going to take place.
It was a strange ‘artsy’ thing supposed to shock the audience when they returned, but thanks to my research, I was wary of the surprise, and I was also wary that the entire stage was going to be completely vacated as the actors from the first half left, and the actors of the second half began to arrive.
I grabbed Eve’s hand and we attached to the meandering flow of people down the stairs. When we reached the bottom, I peeked around to spot her husband, who would surely be snooping around for his lost wife.
But, I was determined not to let him find her, she was my damsel in distress – the fair princess starved of sex, and I was her rescuer, the bold journalist with a thing for brunettes.
Luckily the theatre bar had opened for the break and all but a few stragglers remained in the lobby.
I quickly raced across the lobby, with Eve behind me, my eyes scanned every door, until I found it: STAGE ENTRY – AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY.
“This is it,” I said, pushing open the door and pulling Eve in quickly behind me.
“Wow” she gasped, “we’re actually on the stage.”
“Yep,” I said, and wrapped my arms around her stomach from behind, pressing my crotch between the firm cheeks of her arse.
The play was based around an 18th century voyage aboard a grand old British naval frigate.
The set was breathtaking, it looked as if the theatre company had bought an actual ship from the time, sliced it in half, and plonked it right onto the stage.
The stage floor was re-surfaced with wooden planks, littered with barrels, chests and hatchets.
Stage right was the quarterdeck, where several steps led to a balcony complete with
But the most astounding part of the set was the mast in centre-stage.
A towering wooden pole reached right to the rafters, some 40ft in the air, and atop it sat the crow’s nest, the round little platform where back then, some poor sailor would have to stand to keep an eye out for land or other ships.
Draped down from the crow’s next and bolted tightly to the floor, was a rope net, around 5 feet wide, with vertical and horizontal lengths of rope were intertwined to allow several people to use it as a ladder to reach the top.
Originally the theatre company wanted to use the crow’s nest as part of the show, but due to occupational health and safety restrictions, it was determined too dangerous.
I explained all this to Eve as I held her from behind, but she was more interested in pushing backward onto my crotch, which with every grind of her arse began to swell.
“I feel like some sort of classy porn star,” she giggled, and suddenly she swung around and pulled my face onto hers.
We kissed passionately, our tongues swirling together, dancing off each other’s lips.
Her breathing became heavier as I clutched the hair at the base of her neck.
I pulled it back and started kidding her neck, her aroma struck me and sent my knees weak.
I pulled her head forward and started kissing the back of her neck, she responded with a deep groan. A flash-flood of pussy juice gushed from her, trickling down her long legs.
I then moved to her ears where I started to nibble her lobes and flick my tongue inside her ears.
She groaned once more, before pushing my head down to her breasts”
“Suck my nipples,” she moaned, I could see her hands slowly rubbing her clit through her dress.
I knelt down and slipped her dress off each shoulder. I tugged on it, pulling it down over her chest until two round, firm tits popped out.
I went for the left one first, squeezing it as I engulfed her tiny nipple with my mouth.
As my tongue violently lashed about, I felt her nipple stiffen in my mouth, so I ran my wet tongue over it slowly, tasting her breast and sucking it hard.
“The other one,” she gasped, her hand was now a blur as it rubbed on her quivering clit.
I grabbed her right breast and repeated the process. A little lick around the edges, a big lick over the whole nipple, a little nibble, an increasingly firm squeeze and a great old tongue whipping.
Suddenly she shoved me off of her breast, I as still attached as my head went back, before her nipple broke free from my suction and went bouncing back to rest next to the other ample breast.
“I want your cock,” she said, stepping out of her dress.
She stepped forward and began unbuttoning my shirt, I grabbed one of her hands and sucked her fingers. I could taste her pussy juice off her fingers; obviously she had been quite busy while I was feasting on her bosom.
Once all the buttons were undone, she started on my pants.
I took my shirt and jacket off and threw them off the stage – I didn’t care where they ended up.
I felt her fingers invade my fly, brushing against my rock hard dick, before she freed it from its prison.
I kicked off my shoes, and stepped out of my pants, and there we stood, both completely naked, illuminated under the spotlight, which had been left on. They hadn’t even dropped the curtain.
She looked simply gorgeous naked under the burning lights, her golden skin shone and I watched as she headed towards the rope mast.
I followed her as she stopped next to a little table about waist height.
She laid back on the table and opened her legs to me, her pussy was glimmering in the lights, inviting me towards it.
“Fuck me,” she said, sternly.
I strolled over towards her, my cock was guiding me like a dog hell-bent on getting to the tasty meat.
I grabbed her legs by the calves as she lay in front of. I draped them over my shoulders and started rubbing her damp snatch preparing it for my throbbing cock.
I pushed my hard cock onto her, rubbing my shaft on her clit, pressing it hard onto her.
I then slid the tip of my hard penis inside her pussy; it was oozing her natural lubricant.
She held her breath while I teased her a bit, just peeking my head in and out, she started begging for my cock in its entirety.
I then rammed the full length of my cock inside her tight pussy, provoking a loud moan from her.
Her vagina felt unbelievably good. It was warm and slippery, and it squeezed my hard cock tightly as I fucked her.
Her cum began to flow from her pussy, down my shaft, over my balls and dripping onto the deck.
The table she laid upon began shaking as I pounded her wet love-hole. Her legs were outstretched, pointing up towards the rafters above, and they trembled with every thrust.
She came again, and we decided to change position, she climbed off the table and headed to the rope net nearby.
“I used to be a gymnast,” she smirked, turning her back to the ropes. “Some help?”
I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up about two feet into the air.
She extended her arms out, threading them through the ropes until she was tangled up enough to suspend herself.
She raised her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me in.
I began climb, stepping up a couple of rungs, and when I was at the right height I threaded my arms through just like she did.
There were, a couple of naked, tangled up sailors, suspended a couple of feet from the deck.
I pushed my stiff cock into her pussy, and took another step up the rungs, shoving it in deeper. I slowly began fucking her, her legs tightened their grip around my waist.
I kissed her neck as we fucked, gently biting it from time to time, knowing she was unable stop me.
“You know what would be really fun,” she whispered.
“What?” I said
“If we did this from right up the top,”
I somehow managed to cram my still-hard penis back into my pants, and hastily straightened myself up before people started to pour out of the exits and into the lobby.
Normally, the intermission would only last half an hour, but this particular play had a 90-minute break as a complete change of actors was going to take place.
It was a strange ‘artsy’ thing supposed to shock the audience when they returned, but thanks to my research, I was wary of the surprise, and I was also wary that the entire stage was going to be completely vacated as the actors from the first half left, and the actors of the second half began to arrive.
I grabbed Eve’s hand and we attached to the meandering flow of people down the stairs. When we reached the bottom, I peeked around to spot her husband, who would surely be snooping around for his lost wife.
But, I was determined not to let him find her, she was my damsel in distress – the fair princess starved of sex, and I was her rescuer, the bold journalist with a thing for brunettes.
Luckily the theatre bar had opened for the break and all but a few stragglers remained in the lobby.
I quickly raced across the lobby, with Eve behind me, my eyes scanned every door, until I found it: STAGE ENTRY – AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY.
“This is it,” I said, pushing open the door and pulling Eve in quickly behind me.
“Wow” she gasped, “we’re actually on the stage.”
“Yep,” I said, and wrapped my arms around her stomach from behind, pressing my crotch between the firm cheeks of her arse.
The play was based around an 18th century voyage aboard a grand old British naval frigate.
The set was breathtaking, it looked as if the theatre company had bought an actual ship from the time, sliced it in half, and plonked it right onto the stage.
The stage floor was re-surfaced with wooden planks, littered with barrels, chests and hatchets.
Stage right was the quarterdeck, where several steps led to a balcony complete with
But the most astounding part of the set was the mast in centre-stage.
A towering wooden pole reached right to the rafters, some 40ft in the air, and atop it sat the crow’s nest, the round little platform where back then, some poor sailor would have to stand to keep an eye out for land or other ships.
Draped down from the crow’s next and bolted tightly to the floor, was a rope net, around 5 feet wide, with vertical and horizontal lengths of rope were intertwined to allow several people to use it as a ladder to reach the top.
Originally the theatre company wanted to use the crow’s nest as part of the show, but due to occupational health and safety restrictions, it was determined too dangerous.
I explained all this to Eve as I held her from behind, but she was more interested in pushing backward onto my crotch, which with every grind of her arse began to swell.
“I feel like some sort of classy porn star,” she giggled, and suddenly she swung around and pulled my face onto hers.
We kissed passionately, our tongues swirling together, dancing off each other’s lips.
Her breathing became heavier as I clutched the hair at the base of her neck.
I pulled it back and started kidding her neck, her aroma struck me and sent my knees weak.
I pulled her head forward and started kissing the back of her neck, she responded with a deep groan. A flash-flood of pussy juice gushed from her, trickling down her long legs.
I then moved to her ears where I started to nibble her lobes and flick my tongue inside her ears.
She groaned once more, before pushing my head down to her breasts”
“Suck my nipples,” she moaned, I could see her hands slowly rubbing her clit through her dress.
I knelt down and slipped her dress off each shoulder. I tugged on it, pulling it down over her chest until two round, firm tits popped out.
I went for the left one first, squeezing it as I engulfed her tiny nipple with my mouth.
As my tongue violently lashed about, I felt her nipple stiffen in my mouth, so I ran my wet tongue over it slowly, tasting her breast and sucking it hard.
“The other one,” she gasped, her hand was now a blur as it rubbed on her quivering clit.
I grabbed her right breast and repeated the process. A little lick around the edges, a big lick over the whole nipple, a little nibble, an increasingly firm squeeze and a great old tongue whipping.
Suddenly she shoved me off of her breast, I as still attached as my head went back, before her nipple broke free from my suction and went bouncing back to rest next to the other ample breast.
“I want your cock,” she said, stepping out of her dress.
She stepped forward and began unbuttoning my shirt, I grabbed one of her hands and sucked her fingers. I could taste her pussy juice off her fingers; obviously she had been quite busy while I was feasting on her bosom.
Once all the buttons were undone, she started on my pants.
I took my shirt and jacket off and threw them off the stage – I didn’t care where they ended up.
I felt her fingers invade my fly, brushing against my rock hard dick, before she freed it from its prison.
I kicked off my shoes, and stepped out of my pants, and there we stood, both completely naked, illuminated under the spotlight, which had been left on. They hadn’t even dropped the curtain.
She looked simply gorgeous naked under the burning lights, her golden skin shone and I watched as she headed towards the rope mast.
I followed her as she stopped next to a little table about waist height.
She laid back on the table and opened her legs to me, her pussy was glimmering in the lights, inviting me towards it.
“Fuck me,” she said, sternly.
I strolled over towards her, my cock was guiding me like a dog hell-bent on getting to the tasty meat.
I grabbed her legs by the calves as she lay in front of. I draped them over my shoulders and started rubbing her damp snatch preparing it for my throbbing cock.
I pushed my hard cock onto her, rubbing my shaft on her clit, pressing it hard onto her.
I then slid the tip of my hard penis inside her pussy; it was oozing her natural lubricant.
She held her breath while I teased her a bit, just peeking my head in and out, she started begging for my cock in its entirety.
I then rammed the full length of my cock inside her tight pussy, provoking a loud moan from her.
Her vagina felt unbelievably good. It was warm and slippery, and it squeezed my hard cock tightly as I fucked her.
Her cum began to flow from her pussy, down my shaft, over my balls and dripping onto the deck.
The table she laid upon began shaking as I pounded her wet love-hole. Her legs were outstretched, pointing up towards the rafters above, and they trembled with every thrust.
She came again, and we decided to change position, she climbed off the table and headed to the rope net nearby.
“I used to be a gymnast,” she smirked, turning her back to the ropes. “Some help?”
I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up about two feet into the air.
She extended her arms out, threading them through the ropes until she was tangled up enough to suspend herself.
She raised her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me in.
I began climb, stepping up a couple of rungs, and when I was at the right height I threaded my arms through just like she did.
There were, a couple of naked, tangled up sailors, suspended a couple of feet from the deck.
I pushed my stiff cock into her pussy, and took another step up the rungs, shoving it in deeper. I slowly began fucking her, her legs tightened their grip around my waist.
I kissed her neck as we fucked, gently biting it from time to time, knowing she was unable stop me.
“You know what would be really fun,” she whispered.
“What?” I said
“If we did this from right up the top,”