I [F] had sex with my co-star [M] in my dressing room

Hello there! First time poster, long time lurker.
I’ve [F] been wanting to share some of my stuff and I thought this would be a good first story.
A bit of background: I’m an actor/singer/dancer (a pretentious theatre type, I know, disgusting) and this happened a few years ago. I was doing a show and one of my costars [M] and I had been having a bit of a flirting game going on. He’s actually somewhat, semi-famous (if you’re in the UK) so I’m not going to share much about him but for this I’ll just call him David.
So like I said, David and I had been flirting a lot and it was all in good fun, there was nothing going on. When the show opened I had a really bad first night but he helped assure me and gave me some good advice. The second night went fantastic for me, I was ecstatic, so I went to thank him for what he told me and, caught up in the excitement and adrenaline, I gave him a quick snog. He didn’t seem to mind.
Almost a week later I was in my dressing room during the performance. I went on at the beginning for 20 minutes, then was off for 40, than back on for another 30. It was during the long break I get. I had maybe 10 minutes before my call to go back out when David knocked at my door. I let him in and gave him a big hug since he’d just come off stage. I noticed something was off about him.
“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something”, he said. “I know we’ve been flirting a lot and obviously you kissed me…” He trailed off.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just got a bit swept up, you know?”, I explained.
“No, it’s fine. I just wanted to make sure if that’s all.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I just want to make sure. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m stringing you along if you did have feelings for me”. I’d never thought about it until he mentioned it but maybe I did fancy him a bit. He carried on. “Not that it’s all on you, I mean, you’re really great. More than that, actually…”. I watched his eyes quickly scan my figure. That was the nervous guys method of telling me he thinks I’m hot.
“I do like you.”, I told him.
“I like you too”, he replied. “Do you want to maybe go for a drink later or-“. At this point I’d had enough. We were close, inches apart. I could feel his breathing. And now, after all the flirting, kissing him and my heart pounding in my chest throughout this conversation, I didn’t need to ‘go for a drink later’. He was all I could think about.
“Stop talking”, I told him. I moved in and kissed him. He quickly reciprocated. His hand explored my back over my costume (a 17th century style dress). It wasn’t long after making out I could feel his hard on through his trousers. I couldn’t think about anything else. I started undoing his trousers and guided him towards my dressing table. I sat up on the edge and bunched up my dress, exposing my legs, my thighs bare to him. Taking a breath in between each kiss he asked, “fuck, are you sure about this?”
“Come here and fuck me”, I whispered. He slid my knickers to the side and pressed his dick against me. I was already soaking. He pushed himself inside me slowly. I let out a small squeak. He picked up the pace and pounded me harder and harder. It was getting hard to muffle my moans. He kept groaning as he tried to kiss the top of my breasts over my costume.
I couldn’t focus on anything except the sheer sensual pleasure David was getting until I heard my call. I had to go. David stopped, knowing that too. But I wasn’t going to ruin this for him. I grabbed him.
“Quickly”, I said in a half-whisper. That was all he needed. He quickly resumed thrusting, harder and faster. I knew it wouldn’t be long. I gyrated my hips into his, timed with his. Breathlessly, I said, “don’t cum in me” but I don’t think he heard me. Truth be told, the slut in me didn’t want him to. I felt him climax as he moaned and held me tight. Fucking euphoria. We paused and smiled to each other for a moment. Then I slip off the dressing table and haistily readjusted my outfit and ran back to stage.
It wasn’t until I went back out in front of the audience that it occurred to me that my pussy was dripping with cum. I silently prayed that my underwear would soak it all up and, to my knowledge at least, it did. But throughout the rest of that show I could feel the warm tingling in my crotch. I don’t even have the words to describe the thrill to you.
Afterwards, David and I met in the greenroom. We didn’t say much then but I did ask if he wanted to go get a drink. My way of being cheeky to him.

That’s my first story. I do have some more if people are interested, one or two including David again. Feel free to DM me. It was nice sharing and hopefully you enjoyed it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/knprcg/i_f_had_sex_with_my_costar_m_in_my_dressing_room

52 comments

  1. That’s how I imagined every theater or film shoot is going. May just ne my slutty head tho. Good story tho

  2. Oh this was so freaking hot!!! Great writing! Felt like I was in the room watching ?

  3. You said David and UK, my brain immediately filled in the first British David it could think of, and for the rest of the story I could only picture David Mitchell.

  28. I had a similar experience, back in college.
    We did a pantomime of Robin Hood, and during a break Maid Marrion sucked my dick backstage.
    I think it was just my Sheriff of Nottingham costume that did it.
    Fuck I miss drama!

  30. Strange how guys never seem to hear us say “don’t cum in me.” Very selective ;)

    Loved this story, sounds so exciting!

  31. Super hot! Thinking back, cumming inside you was probably the least conspicuous place considering the circumstances. Glad you got a thrill from feeling his spunk dripping into your panties.

  32. See…. “David” is obviously David Brent…. You banged Ricky Gervais didn’t you…..

  34. I know “trousers” and “knickers” are common terms in the UK, but as an American, reading it paired with your 17th century dress just really completes the picture.

  35. I do vintage / historical costuming and when you said 17th century I was like no way is she going to be able to take all that off. Still I remember there’s a slit in the underwear if I recall for going to the bathroom. So I am wondering if that’s what you did or took of your underwear?

  36. not David Attenborough or Mitchell? S’gotta be Tennant then. He’s not english, but you only ever said he was famous in UK…

  39. Hot as fuuuuck! Any other Americans have to google Snog? ? as someone who’s been behind the scenes before, all that adrenaline, the intimacy, the vulnerability, it’s palpable, im jealous and turned on. Please publish more ??

  48. if this is real and not made up the ‘david’ of the tale is not going to be a real david! its a pseudonym to protect his identity!

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