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I had been watching him Ted for weeks and months. Wheneverhe took to the stage there was a presence he held over everyone. He was one to watch. The night was the 13 th of July and it was the second to last night of our production of Shakespeare’s ‘Much Ado About Nothing’. Ted was playing Don Pedro, the Prince who never manages to find love, while I was stage managing it. Friends kept telling me I should try out for a part, but the voyeur in me loves watching others too much.
Ted was in his thirties, a teacher at a nearby secondary school. He was over six foot, wore black square framed glasses and his short dark hair was greying at the temples. Always kind and generous with his time, patience and knowledge. But the problem was he had a girlfriend. I’d seen her a couple of times at rehearsal. She was a pale and timid looking thing. She struck me as the kind of woman that got jealous easily. Once I was talking to him and she came and moved his arm around her, not wanting to be left out.
She was there on that night, in the pub somewhere, talking to others. I had finally mounted up the courage to say something to Ted, something more than ‘does your costume fit alright’ or ‘can you move to the left a bit please’. The two glasses of wine I’d already had helped plenty too. He was perched on the bar stool, back in his all black ensemble, legs out in a pair of shorts as per normal. He smiled as I came over and leaned against the bar, careful not to slip, aiming to maintain my dignity and grace. Being six foot myself and with a built in clumsy gene this was harder to achieve than expected.
“You were amazing tonight,” I said with genuine sincerity.
“Thank you,” he said into his pint glass, modest as always.
My stomach was doing flips as my brain and other parts of my anatomy took over. “Can I show you something, in the costume tent?” The words came out in a rush and when they did there was a mixture of relief and nerves. He must have known what I wanted. He would have to have been deaf, dumb and blind not to.
“Sure,” he said, with a small smile. Maybe the alcohol was playing a part in his answer too. He put his glass, half full, down on the bar and followed me out into the beer garden which was acting as the stage for our production. The night was hot and humid and I could feel my skin growing sticky with a mixture of nerves and heat.
I held open the flap and let him pass inside, turning on the small lantern that was attached to the ceiling of the tent, so I could see him properly, all of him. The lantern made it seem intimate. It cast shadows around us and from the various props and costumes.
“What did you want to show me?” he asked, totally casual, totally at ease. Even his hands were stuffed into his pockets I noticed, as my eyes lingered on his ‘pockets’ a little too long.
I walked right up to him, looked him right in the eye but didn’t touch him. The urge was so great but I knew if I held off a little longer then the satisfaction would be greater.
“I think you know,” I said, a whisper.
He smiled at that, but still he said, “I don’t.” And gave a small shake of his head.
It was all or nothing at this stage so I placed both hands on his face and drew him in for a kiss. As his lips touched mine I felt my heart explode inside my chest. But after a few seconds he struggled away from me. His hands lightly curled around my wrists. The expression on his face wasn’t one of disgust or horror, more disappointment.
“I can’t, my girlfriend is inside,” he said.
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I replied, and launched myself at him again. This time the kiss lasted longer, tasted sweeter. I felt his tongue inside my mouth and thought I might just orgasm on the spot. Thinking of that tongue now makes me think of other places it could’ve gone.
But he pulled away again, breathing heavily and with eyes that were alert and excited. They weren’t the only thing.
“There’s just one thing I want to do,” I said, and ran my hand from his neck to the front of his trousers. He followed my hand with his eyes and when it rested on his crotch he closed his eyes and groaned quietly. As I unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped his flies I waited for protest but none came, instead I found his hands on my thighs, working their way inside my dress. His thumb curled under the hem of my knickers, traced the contours of my bottom and drew me closer to him. A few inches more and I would have been screaming to high heaven, but he obviously wanted to make this last, take his time.
My hand was wrapped around his tool, which was sandwiched between us and I worked it up and down, feeling it harden beneath my fingertips.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured. I silenced him with another kiss, sending my other hand up under his shirt, tracing the lines of his chest. Just feeling his body was pure bliss for me. I felt his hands on my inner thighs now, so close it almost hurt. I wanted to shout at him to just touch me. But the anticipation, was keeping me going, egging me on. I moved myself closer, hoping he’d get the message. He ran his fingers over the outside of my knickers and my clit fluttered.
I broke from our kiss and he latched his lips onto my neck. In my position I could smell his aftershave. The scent would always remind me of him. He adjusted my knickers, gently moved them aside and used his thumb to put pressure on my clit. I felt my body jolt and I clutched onto him even tighter. I couldn’t even speak, the feeling was that incredible. It was like all my orgasms rolled into one, but we weren’t even there yet.
“Inside,” was all I managed to say in the harshest whisper. I guided him towards my opening, my breathing rapid and quick, waiting for that moment of penetration…
Then I heard someone calling my name. I muttered expletives under my breath. Our director, Doreen was coming towards us. I had been listening to her voice for the past ten months I knew it was her immediately and she was close.
We disentangled ourselves, I flattened down my dress and turned around just as she pulled back the tent flap. The only thing standing between her and Ted’s nakedness was me. I prayed she didn’t ask me to move or get something for her. All the while I could feel the wetness dampening my pants and hoped that she put the redness in my cheeks down to the weather and not the situation.
“Great work tonight,” she said, with her bright and bubbly smile as always. “One more show left!”
The awkwardness seemed to creep in. “It was awesome,” I said. “Tomorrow night will be even better.”
I stepped back and could feel him pressing into the back of me. I just wanted her to leave so we could continue where we had left off.
“I think it will. I just came to tell Ted that Leslie was looking for him,” said Doreen, looking at us a little uneasily. Maybe she’d finally cottoned on. Leslie was Ted’s girlfriend.
“I’ll just be a minute,” said Ted, although his voice sounded strained and awkward.
“Okay,” said Doreen, wheeling around. “I’ll see you later guys.” She hurried out. She must have figured it out but at this point I didn’t really care as long as Ted hadn’t had a change of heart.
“We haven’t got long,” Ted said, as soon as she was gone, and my stomach started doing flips again. I pressed my lips into his and backed him into a rail full of costumes. His warm fingers were already starting to tug my knickers down and despite my brain’s protests I put my hands out to stop him.
“We haven’t got the time,” I whispered, putting my hands on his hips and sinking onto my knees. The grass felt oddly damp beneath my skin. Ted looked like he’d died and gone to heaven. I guided him into my mouth, my tongue tracing his skin. I heard him sigh in relief, and his fingers worked their way into my short, red hair, encouraging. I could’ve stayed like this all night. But alas, time was of an essence.
I took him deeper, as deep as my throat would allow and made sure my tongue did the work, paying attention to the tip. His hips were starting to buck and I knew it wouldn’t be long but I wanted to draw it out for a bit longer. I took his cock out of my mouth and licked from base to tip as slow as my own brain could take. My clit was on fire, desperate for attention and all I wanted to do was stick my hand up my dress. But I could do that later.
I engulfed him again, sucking him like a lollipop, my hands working the base of his cock. This time I knew it was inevitable, I felt the grip on my hair tighten a fraction. His hips started to buck out of control so I placed both of my hands on his buttocks. The only warning I received was a barely audible gasp and then his come flooded my mouth and trickled down my throat.
“Jesus Christ,” he said again, as I released him from my mouth.
I glanced over at the tent flap just as a female hand curled around it. We didn’t have time to move or adjust positions. Luckily the rack of costumes was going to provide us with some cover, but she was going to come in and see me on my knees in front of her boyfriend. Ted hadn’t noticed yet, he was taking the time to tuck his now flaccid cock back inside his shorts.
“There it is Ted, I found it. Thanks anyway,” I said, loudly, reaching for a hat that had fallen on the floor. He frowned in confusion before realising what was going on and whirled around to greet his girlfriend. She knew something wasn’t right but she didn’t say a word, simply gave Ted a pleasant smile and me an unpleasant one.
“I’m tired, can we go home?” she asked. He just nodded and took her hand. I smiled with a guilty pleasure knowing that thumb that was now connected with hers was pleasuring me not long ago.
“See you tomorrow,” I called. And as they exited my little costume tent, Ted turned back and smiled. Maybe we would get a chance for round two after all. The show would go on.
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