Behind the scenes
I work at an advertising agency, acting in cheap commercials. I'm 25, my name is Denis. Quite handsome, green-eyed brunet.
Lately, things haven't been going well at all—either a lousy role or underpayment—but I really didn't want to switch to another job. Over the past month, my dressing room has turned into my living quarters after work. Very economical—no need to rent an apartment. I'm from another city, came to the capital, as they say, to try my luck.
This week, I had to shoot a commercial for some new energy drink. I got lucky with my partner. She was a fiery brunette. Long, curly
hair down past her waist, big blue eyes. Against the backdrop of a full bust and wide hips, a slender waist stood out. No, I didn't just get lucky; I got damn lucky!In the commercial, we danced a passionate tango. With each take, I wanted her more and more, I had to strain terribly and distract myself with some silly thoughts. It was frustrating that the shoot would soon end and Alice would disappear, just as suddenly as she had appeared.
In the evening, as usual after a shower, I was about to go to sleep. On the pillow, I found a small envelope with a note: "Tonight at 11:00 PM. The soundstage." What could this mean? I glanced at the clock: 10:45 PM. Of course, I didn't wait, threw on my pants, and headed to the soundstage.
It was quiet. The guard does rounds at ten and locks the entrance. On my set, near the makeshift window, on a small table stood a triple candlestick with lit candles; there was also a tray with large grapes, wine, and two beautiful glasses. I guessed that someone had arranged a romantic date for me and just prayed mentally that this "someone" was Alice.
Not far away stood a large armchair-sofa; I decided to sit down and wait for the meeting. A rustle was heard. The curtain stirred. A girl in a red, candlelight-flickering mask was walking towards me. She was naked, wearing only transparent red thong panties; her chest was hidden by her loose, gorgeous hair. It was Alice!
I sat there, unable to move, unable to tear my eyes away from her luxurious body. Her bright red lips revealed a row of white teeth in an enchanting smile.
Coming to my senses, I walked over to the table and poured us some wine:
— Alice, you...
— No names, no words needed. — Said Alice, smiling and hypnotizing me with her eyes. — Tonight, our bodies will speak for us...
I drank a glass of wine; Alice took a small sip, then erotically placed a large grape in her mouth. My manhood was bulging through my pants. Alice came right up to me; I swept her hair back over her shoulders. She had full, firm breasts with large, erect nipples. She pressed against me, rubbing her nipples against my chest. We kissed passionately; I held her close, gripping her firm buttocks with my hands, then slid one hand from the front under her panties and began rubbing her clitoris with my middle finger, slightly grazing her opening. From her came a drawn-out m-m-m!
Alice caressed my body with her hands, covered my chest with kisses, lightly sucking each nipple. Meanwhile, her hands massaged my erect cock through my pants. The kisses descended lower and lower; I was breathing heavily: I couldn't wait to thrust my handsome deep inside her. With a few movements, I quickly took off my pants, freeing my hot, hard penis.
The girl smiled and told me to kneel in front of the armchair-sofa. Then she lay on her back on this chair, with her head hanging down. Removing her panties and bending her knees, Alice spread her legs wide. Her swollen, wet pussy opened before me, as clear as day.
In this position, she began licking and teasing my cock with her tongue, then, helping herself with her hands, took the head into her mouth and started sucking it like a lollipop. It was divine! Her hot little mouth and rough tongue worked wonders.
I braced one hand on the edge of the chair; with the other, I began massaging her pussy, using quick finger movements to jerk her clitoris and tight slit alternately.
We both involuntarily moaned with pleasure. Alice began sucking my cock harder, grabbing my buttocks with both hands, she squeezed them, lightly scratching with her nails, and thrusting my handsome deeper into her mouth. So good! Baby! M-m-m!
Without bringing me to orgasm, Alice stood up, turned to me, sat on the edge of the chair, and spread her legs, leaning back on her hands.
She was still wearing the mask. Desire was evident in her eyes—it was the gaze of a predator. I didn't need much convincing. The chair was low enough; remaining on my knees, I found a comfortable position, helped myself with my hand to find the entrance to her cave, and thrust in forcefully. Nothing was holding me back, and I groaned with pleasure, forcefully plunging my swollen, hard penis into Alice. The girl began crying out with pleasure. Her breasts bounced in rhythm with my strong thrusts. I happily squeezed Alice's breasts with my hands, massaging each in turn. Sometimes during our "ride," we smiled at each other, managing to exchange short, deep kisses.
I deliberately slowed the pace, moving my cock inside her slowly for a bit to catch my breath, then placed her legs over my shoulders, grabbed her hips with my hands, and with renewed force began entering her wet pussy. I drove my cock into Alice harder and deeper; the pace became faster and faster: in-out, in-out. The room echoed with our moans and cries and the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together.
I came spectacularly! Right inside her. It was a night of great sex.
We said a sweet goodbye. Alice said this was something like her hobby—staging little sexual scenes. She didn't leave a phone number, a shame. For now, I've stayed working at the same place; who knows what other surprises work might bring me.