This story goes back about eight years to when I dated an aspiring actress (unfortunately she never truly broke into the scene and now does something else) when I was towards the end of college. About a year later she did a B rated movie, and that’s how I ran into her again – we met in NY but I moved to Missouri right after graduating and she reached out saying she was filming something in St Louis.
Accepting the invitation to hang out, I drove to see her on a free weekend and watched her last scene before grabbing dinner with her and the cast. Hadn’t seen her in about 6-8 months, so I wasn’t expecting anything.
We were sitting down at a large table after making our way to the restaurant and I was lightly tickling her leg under the table next to me, and she was receptive. Taking this as a good sign, I progressed to light scratching along her leg. First along the outside. Then the top of the knee. Then the inner thigh, slowly inching further and further up until I was under her loose and billowy sundress. Her breathing quickened, but being the professional she was, acted like nothing was amiss, except for the light gasp when my fingers first danced across the front of her panties. The seats were low and close together bench seating, so I was able to get away with it (I think? ??).
Soon thereafter, I could feel her panties become damp and exceptionally warm as her thighs starting radiating an immense amount of heat.
So as not to arouse suspicion, she nonchalantly asked if I wanted to just walk around with her and catch up since everyone had finished eating and we were just chatting as a group.
So we walked around and she quickly took her hand in mine once we left the restaurant, as if she was proud to declare she was mine. Yet among her colleagues, I was just her dirty little secret.
Before long and right out in the open, we were making out. Immediately we were wrapped in a passionate embrace that made it seem like we were lovers for years and never separated with how natural we fell into it.
It was not mired in unknowns and tension that befall a first kiss. No awkward stumbling as focus is given primarily to the lips.
Now, our kiss deepened not only because I tangled with her tongue slightly more forcefully, but both of my hands carefully cradled the side of her head; just enough pressure towards the back of her neck reminded her that, at least in that moment, she was mine. Then, as she melted into the kiss, I pulled away — slowly….teasingly… — and moved to her cheek. Then to her jawline, descending just a little bit further until I was tasting her neck. After she cocked her head back to not only open her neckline further but to melt into the bliss, I made my way back up — making sure to pause a bit too long at her jawline again.
At the point we stopped and found ourselves consumed in the other, there just so happened to be a small abandoned building/house on a corner suburban lot. So we went behind it and resumed making out, only this time I pressed her against the wall. With her back against it, I grabbed both her wrists with one of my hands and held them high above her head, pinning them to the wall, while my other hand found its way under her sundress once more.
Greeted by burning and absolutely soaked thighs, first through her thong and then pushing them aside, I started rubbing her clit. She started to squirm, but I wasn’t going to give her that release just yet. So while her hands were still high above her head, I removed my hand from her burning pussy and pulled her shoulder straps apart so now her tits were exposed between the cleavage split of her dress and greeted the cool evening air.
I kissed and bit on them until I felt she was being tortured enough, so I slowly dragged my hand and scratched my way back down to where it had been before. After a few orgasms I progressed to fingering her while she is was still completely immobile and unable to resist the control I had over her.
By now her knees started buckling, so while I continued kissing her I used my chest and my other arm to support her weight and more tightly pin her body to the wall.
This time she came so hard she squirted right into my hand, drenching it and her thong. I released my grip on her hands and then pulled her panties down so she could step out of them, but as I dragged the thong down, I dug my nails deep into the sides of her legs, scratching her from her hips to her ankles. Leaning against the wall and my shoulder because her legs were so shaky, she deliberately lifted each leg up to step out of them.
I then bunched up the thong, stuffed it in her mouth, and then spun her around so she was facing away from me. I made her bend over and then grabbed both her wrists behind her back to once again restrain her and assert my ownership of this moment. But not before I hiked up her sundress so it was held under her hands against her back, completely exposing her pussy and ass to the cool night air.
I resumed fingering her, and after a few more muffled orgasms, I unbuttoned my pants to release my throbbing cock from its prison. Then, I released her hands and instruct her to position them against the wall. Grabbing her hips with each hand firmly gripping her, I enter her from behind. First slowly, and then because of how wet she is, I begin thrusting hard and deep while she pushes back against me using the wall as leverage, making her revel in a quick spree of at least two orgasms in quick succession. I then slow my thrusting a minor degree and with one hand I reach under her and furiously rub her clit until she squirts even harder than before and her knees buckle to the point of me having to stop thrusting so I can catch her before she falls to the ground.
I felt myself getting back to coming close to the edge, so I pulled out and recall that she had an ability no one else I’ve encountered before for since had – you didn’t need to warm her ass up or add extra lube to fuck her in the ass. So I carefully lined up and slowly pushed in until I was now buried to the hilt, her moaning through her panties.
I then grasped her shoulders and pulled her up until she was standing upright. Inching forward with her we shuffled until I pinned her against the wall again, this time with my entire body. Resuming my thrusting upward, I felt myself come over the edge and began kissing her neck.
As I was coming up her ass, a drunk (homeless?) man stumbled around the corner and realized what we were doing. Shocked, Casey* (with her panties still in her mouth) and I were both stunned, yet we didn’t break our embrace as I finished coming inside her while the man hurriedly apologized and turned the corner again to go back from where he came from.
Once we were done, she put her panties in her purse and we walked back to the restaurant laughing.
*name change
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8w11bk/mf_met_actress_exgf_while_filming_in_the_area
Hot story. Why do you think she didnt make it? Just a tough biz?