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.

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