The Play -Complete

I was standing at the side of the stage and watched as the curtain fell on the first act. The applause was deafening and I saw Alan hug Julie briefly before walking to where I was standing. We had been maintaining a professional distance at the theatre and only Cal and Gavin knew we were seeing each other and Gavin only found out by accident when we were utilising the dressing room for undressing and not dressing one day. We agreed that shagging in the theatre was out of bounds after that, but it didn’t stop us having a quick grope here and there or catching the odd snog when we knew no-one was looking.



So far the first night was going down well. Alan looked at me and nodded. I gave him five minutes then followed to his dressing room, knocking twice before slipping inside un-noticed.



‘That went well.’ I looked at him as he started to remove his stage make-up, only to have to reapply it again. The heat from the lights made it run, plus he needed to darken it for the start of the next act. Our scene together.



‘It seemed to. You all set Carrie? Not nervous?’ He glanced at me in the reflection of the mirror and I grinned at him.



‘I have dreamed of shagging you in front of an audience all of my life….’



‘Ha bloody ha… no messing around this time… I can’t orgasm in front of the paparazzi…’ He laughed. We had joked about this over the last few weeks, images of Alan’s face contorted in ecstasy splashed across the tabloids.



‘You’re safe. I have my granny knickers on and didn’t shave my legs especially – you would have to really love me to get a hard on.’ I grinned again.



Alan stopped applying his make-up mid swipe and stared at me in the mirror. Our eyes met and neither of us spoke, the weight of my seemingly light-weight comment hanging between us. Neither of us had mentioned love before, nor had we talked about where our relationship would go after the play. I didn’t think about it, I was just along for the ride, but there was part of me that was very fond of Alan and didn’t want to see things ending.



I broke eye contact to glance at my watch. ‘Better get ready. Ten minutes…’ I turned away from him and removed my T shirt and bra then reached for the bathrobe that I was to wear before climbing into the bed with Alan. As my arm stretched upwards, I felt Alan’s hand quickly sweep behind me and pull me backwards onto his knee where he had spun the chair around.



I squealed and tried to push him away. ‘We don’t have time to mess around!’ I laughed.



‘Who says I’m messing around?’ Alan looked at me with a fierce passion in his eyes and kissed me deeply, caressing my face with his hands. I gasped. He was very passionate, his arms gripping me tightly to his chest, my breasts pushed against him.

He let me go and I stood up, speechless as we stared at each other. ‘Wow!’ I breathed, not knowing what else to say.



‘Just thought you might need reminding who you’re fucking…’ He glared at me.



Now I knew why he had kissed me like that. He was angry and by the look on his face, very angry at that.



‘What’s the matter, Alan? What did I say?’ I reached my hand out to his shoulder.



There was a knock at the door. ‘Two minutes!’ a stagehand shouted.



‘Forget it. We’ll talk later. I need to concentrate right now. Come on.’ Alan grabbed my hand, not looking at me and pulled me out of the dressing room quickly so I could walk onto the stage before him, all part of the plan to keep our liaisons discreet.



The curtain was still down and I bit my lip. I was a little nervous but more upset. I didn’t know what was wrong with Alan and now I had to get into the bed with him. I decided to pretend all was well; after all, I was an actress.



Alan came on the stage and took his robe off. He was wearing tight white jockey shorts, which left little to the imagination and clung onto his bum sexily and cupped his delicious package tightly at the front. I tried not to stare too much and took off my own robe. I heard Alan take a sharp breath and glanced at him and then myself. My nipples were still pulsing and hard from the kiss and as I looked at Alan, I noticed a telltale movement in his underwear. We didn’t look at each other but climbed into the bed and assumed our positions.



The curtain rose to a round of applause followed by a gasp of surprise and shock. From where the audience were sitting it would appear as if we were both naked, the strategic lighting showing the outline of our bodies. We waited until the applause died down and began the scene, Alan lifting my hair and then me leaning in for a kiss. I tried to switch off my emotions but it was impossible and I let myself get lost in the scene. The gasp I let out when Alan held my breasts was a real one, the movements I made on top of him were real and he was as hard as a rock beneath me as I rubbed my clit over the tip of his throbbing cock.



As I spoke my last line, I came hard, gripping his thighs tightly and trying to maintain my seated pose until the curtain fell on the scene to rousing applause. During the scene you could have heard a pin drop, everyone was mesmerised. We hopped out of the bed quickly so the stage could be set for the next scene and I threw on my robe, not looking at Alan as he threw on his, but running backstage into the dressing room. I went to close the door but it was forced out of my hand as Alan pushed the door open, barged his way in and locked the door behind him. His face was flushed and he walked towards me, grabbing my wrists and pushing me against the wall.



‘I told you not to mess around, Carrie. Look at me…!’ I glanced down to see the dark purple head of his cock forcing its way out of the front of his jockeys. ‘How am I supposed to go on stage like this?’ He growled at me. I couldn’t work out if he was angry or frustrated.

‘It’s simple, Alan. You are not on stage for another two scenes. Just fuck me, that will get it down…’ I kept my voice even, not knowing what was going on. I hadn’t seen him this fired up.



‘That’s exactly what I intend to do, you gorgeous minx….’ He rasped and covered my face with his, lips crushing and tongues searching as he fumbled with my robe, pushing it off my shoulders and pushing my knickers down around my ankles. I pushed him away a little, gasping for breath and looked around the room. There was only one thing for it.



I grabbed his hand and walked over to the dressing table, pushed the bottles and lotions to one end before bending over the table, waving my arse in the air at him.



‘You’d better be quick, they’ll be looking for you soon…’ I gasped as the cold air hit my wet pussy.



‘You are always a surprise, Carrie….’ He didn’t waste time, his jockeys were around his ankles, his bathrobe open and flapping around him, as he walked towards me holding his thick cock in his fist, moving his hand slowly up and down the shaft.



‘Don’t waste it… fuck me, Alan, will you?’ I was so turned on by him, I had never seen him like this before.



Alan stood behind me and rubbed the head of his cock between my sopping folds. With a grunt he thrust himself into me and stretched me to my limit. He felt huge and I moaned a little as he began to fuck me frantically.



‘Shit..shit…’ he hissed as he thrust, his thick length slipping deliciously between my lips and being sensuously milked by my vaginal muscles, which tightened and rippled against him.



I massaged my clit and the feel of him thrusting harder was so erotic I came within seconds, biting my lip a little to stop myself screaming his name. Alan must have felt my orgasm because he groaned and I felt him stiffen inside me before grunting one last time and thrusting deep, exploding his come into my pussy, our juices running over him and trickling down my leg. The whole room smelled of sex.



Alan withdrew, panting and rearranged his clothing before offering me a hand to stand.



‘You OK?’ He looked at me, his eyes warm and soft. I blushed a little and nodded.



‘Are you?’ I asked in a quiet voice. I thought he could quite possible still be angry with me.



‘Think so… better, anyway.’ Alan walked up to me and took my hands. ‘I’m sorry Carrie.’



‘It’s ok. I just wish you’d tell me what’s wrong, that’s all.’ I smiled at him and kissed him lightly.



‘It was what you said… about your hairy legs…’ He grinned.



‘What?’ I was incredulous.



‘And about me loving you.’ Alan cupped my face with his hand. ‘I do love you, as it happens.’ Alan bent his head and kissed me and before I had chance to speak, he left the room.







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Yey!! I found my mojo again... lack of sleep and lots of coffee does that to me every time!!!



Hope you enjoyed it..... more to come, couple more chapters i think.