Several years ago, I was involved in a university theatre production that did well enough to make it into regional competition. No, I?m not an actor, just a stage musician who enjoys looking at the beauties parading around. At the competition, the university put four guys to a room in typical cost-cutting fashion, but we had to prep for the production anyway.

That evening, after the show, the other guys had to go out and party, in typical teeny-bopper fasion. Me? I was beat. Being older than the others, I get tired of the party scene and turned on the tube to catch the end of Leno. When I heard a knock on the door, I figured it was one of the guys who forgot their key. Surprise, it was Donna, one of the beauties who graced the stage and had made small talk with me on occasion. After the preliminary topics, the became a little flirtatious with her nipples beginning to show through her university t-shirt.

With my hands caressing her waist, I began to nibble on her neck while she stroked my throbbing length through my jeans. She gently pushed herself up and began a sensual striptease, that even had me harder than before. Afterwards, she pulled me up as well, and stripped me while I was stroking her 34C tits. Taking charge of the situation, she then pushed me back on the bed and positioned herself on top, pelvis to pelvis, rubbing, kissing, petting. After just a short while, her pace quickened and her hips began thrusting to meet mine...

I flipped her over, toook the top and eased my hardened length into her while her gorgeous blue eyes were locked on mine. Stroke stop. Stroke stop. Stroke stop. Soon she was begging for me to help her to cum. Who was I to argue? With a frenzied pace we were both worked for that beautiful final act the screaming finale. I may just have to work stage orchestra again next fall.