In The Nude The Saga Continues.
written by:
LadyGrey

In the Nude, by Lady Grey The Continuing Saga from Amanda.

Ever since this story first appeared in February, 2009, I have been asked to continue the story of Amanda's naked performance for her local theatre group. Well, here it is at last. I do hope it's been worth the wait.

I awoke the morning after the dress rehearsal of the play still feeling the buzz from appearing on stage naked. Jim had been an animal in bed last night and I had welcomed it. I had never felt so aroused; it was beyond my wildest expectations. Jim was still sleeping soundly beside me. I looked at him and smiled to myself; after all his exertions last night he must have been knackered.

Yes, displaying myself like that had been an experience I was never going to forget. That first time had been even more erotic and arousing than I thought possible, and I couldn't wait for the next performance, which was now only a few hours away. Last night, it had been in front of friends in the drama group. That had been exciting enough, but tonight it was going to be another experience. I was going to do it all over again, this time in front of a theatre full of total strangers.

I felt my nipples rise at the thought. I ran my fingers over them and shivered. Then I moved my hand down to my pussy. I wasn't surprised to find it was already moist. I eased one finger inside in the warm wetness. I shuddered. I needed Jim. I gently stroked his shoulder. He slowly awoke and smiled up at me.

"Morning, darling," he mouthed. I leaned over and kissed him.

"You feeling naughty already?" he said with a smile.

I nodded.

"Hope I can keep this up. We still have ten nights to go."

I smiled and slid my hand down his naked body. My fingers closed around his cock. It was already semi hard and getting harder by the second. I squeezed it and ran my fingers along its length. Jim groaned and turned towards me.

"I guess you are looking forward to tonight," he said smiling.

I nodded, and continued to stroke him. "It's got me so turned on, Jim; I didn't think it would affect me like this."

He smiled and began to stroke his hands over my breasts. "I'll look after you; you know that."

I nodded. "I know you will. I need you now, Jim. I need to feel you in me."

He nodded and pushed me onto my back. I felt the weight of his body on mine. I spread my legs and raised my knees. I felt his now hard cock pressing up against my pussy lips, and then he was entering me. I groaned and thrust my body towards him, engulfing him in my warm wetness. There was no rush this morning, not like last night. Then, I had needed him badly; this morning I just wanted loving.

For more than an hour we enjoyed the pleasure of each others bodies. Then we arose and showered together, something we did regularly. Afterwards, I cooked us both a late breakfast. We spent an easy day together. We had both taken the time off work so we could concentrate on the play, and it was nice to spend some time around the house together.

I was feeling the excitement building up as Jim drove me to the theatre that evening. Mike was already there and greeted me with a smile. "Great feedback from last night, Amanda, and we have a packed house--every seat sold."

Jim kissed me as we parted. "Knock ‘em dead, darling."

I nodded. "I'll do my best," I said as I made my way to my dressing room.

Liz, my wardrobe and make up girl, greeted me as I entered. There was a large bunch of roses on my dressing table. I looked at them. "From Rodger," she commented. I smiled.

We chatted as I got into my outfit for the first act; then she did my make up. "You are glowing tonight," she said as she applied some pan-stick to my face. "Something or someone must be exciting you."

"I shouldn't really tell you this," I said with a grin, "but after last night's performance, Jim and I couldn't stop fucking."

"Lucky you," Liz said with a smile. "Can you get me a part in the next performance where I can show my bare arse off to everyone? It hopefully might turn my old man on, although I doubt it."

We both laughed.

There was a knock on the door. Bill poked his head around. "You have got ten minutes. Amanda."

"She's just about ready," Liz answered. Bill smiled.

When I walked out on stage that evening, I could see the theater was packed full. I could see the faces in the front rows, and I felt myself shiver slightly. It was going to be awesome to appear naked in front of so many people.

The first act went well, but towards the end, I was amused when I heard a few sounds of apparent embarrassment from the audience when Rodger lifted my skirt and slowly eased down my panties. As the lights went down and the curtains closed, Rodger smiled and pulled my panties up again.

He smiled at me. "Can't wait for the second act, my darling."

I shook my head and quickly made my way back to my dressing room. Liz was waiting for me and helped me undress; she had already laid out my outfit for the second act. When I was naked, she checked my body for any blemishes and dabbed a little make up here and there. "Got to make you look your best. We have a big audience out there."

When I was dressed again, she poured out my coffee. There was a tap on the door, and I looked around as Jim came in. He smiled at Liz. "Is she okay?"

Liz nodded. "She's fine. She's going to knock them dead in the next act." She smiled. "I'll just go and get myself something to drink. I'll leave you two alone."

When she had gone, Jim looked at me. "No problems?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't think so; a little nervous, but I guess that will go as soon as I am out there."

He nodded. "I'm sure you'll do great. I was listening to some of the audience in the bar before I came over. I heard one guy say to another that he couldn't believe you were going to strip naked."

I smiled. "Well, he's certainly going to be in for a treat, isn't he?" We both laughed.

We chatted together until Bill knocked and told me there were five minutes to go. Liz came back and checked my make up, and Jim hugged me and kissed my cheek. "I can't wait for this act," he said with a smile.

I reached down and my fingers wrapped around his cock. It was already semi hard and thrusting against the denim of his jeans. He looked guiltily over in the direction of Liz, but she could not see what I was doing.

I squeezed it. "Just keep that ready for me. I'm going to need it more than ever tonight," I whispered in his ear. He pulled away from me and I saw his face was slightly flushed.

I was stood in the wings with Rodger as the lights went down. He put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me. "You okay Amanda?"

I nodded. "I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm okay, but it's you that has to show everything."

I smiled. "Don't worry about it; I know what I'm doing."

I heard the curtains swish open and the lights went up, and we walked onto the stage hand in hand. I did have to admit that I was beginning to feel the tension slightly. The audience seemed strangely quiet; there seemed to be an air of expectancy.

The scene went well up to where we took our positions on the sofa. Then I was suddenly surprised when Rodger stumbled over a couple of lines which was so unusual for him. Maybe the tension was getting to him, too. Luckily, I managed to cover up, and no one, I guess, apart from maybe the directors and the prompt girl, noticed. As we started getting intimate, kissing and cuddling, I was amused to feel Rodger trembling. He was more nervous than I was. I was even more amused to see him perspiring--a professional like Rodger. The reality of what he was about to do seemed to be getting to him. This tended to boost my confidence.

It was an exciting feeling being in front of such a large audience, and one with an expectant hush over it, when Rodger started undressing me. Soon my blouse and skirt were discarded, and I had Rogers's shirt off. I felt the urgent excitement in my body when his hands reached out and cupped my breasts. My own fingers were now trembling as I tugged his belt undone. He pulled me towards him and we kissed, and I felt him fumble with the clasp of my bra. I held my breath; was he going to be able to do it? I was thankful when it at last came undone.

He pushed himself away from me and slowly drew the bra straps down my arms. Out in the audience I again heard a few embarrassed coughs and gasps as my breasts were at last uncovered, and the bra fell down onto the sofa between us. Rodger stood up and his pants slid down his legs and rested around his ankles. He bent down and quickly removed his shoes and socks, and then kicked off his pants. Then he held out his hand, pulling me to my feet.

We clung together for a moment, my breasts crushed against his bare chest, then we walked together slowly towards the bedroom on the other side of the stage. He left me standing, my back to the audience, as he slipped into bed. I stood and watched him as under the covers he stripped off his boxers; this was the signal. I slipped my fingers into the waist band of my panties and eased them down and stepped out of them; now I was completely naked.

There was not a sound from the audience, and you could have heard a pin drop as I moved towards the bed. Rodger turned down the covers and I slipped in beside him. Suddenly, I jumped. It was like an electric shock, feeling his naked body rub up against mine.

We lay there for a moment, and then he turned and moved towards me. We kissed tenderly, and he eased me over onto my back and positioned himself above me. I parted my legs to allow him space, and he moved in between them. Suddenly, I felt him hard and pressing against me. He had an erection again, and it was rubbing it up against my pussy. The only thing separating us was the brief jockey shorts he was wearing.

He began to move against me, simulating sex, and he continued to rub up against me. At that moment, even with the audience watching, I could have happily ripped off his jockeys and allowed him to enter me. I gripped onto the bedclothes, praying for the scene to come to an end before I did something silly. As the lights dimmed and the curtains closed, I struggled from under him, grabbed for a sheet to cover myself, and ran from the stage.

Liz was waiting in my dressing room when I got there. She quickly saw my distressed state and poured me a large whisky from a bottle I kept in my dressing table. I stood there trembling, and swigged it down in one quick gulp. The amber liquid stung my throat and I coughed, but it steadied my nerves. What had Rodger been thinking? My God, was I going to have to suffer that torment night after night?

Just then the door opened and one of the backstage girls came in with my interval coffee, apologizing for being late. "Sorry, Amanda. It was that Suzie; she was so busy watching you on stage she forgot to put the kettle on."

When she had left, Liz looked at me with some concern. "Are you alright?" she asked.

I nodded. "I am now. I've just downed that whisky. It was that bloody Rodger; he had a hard on again and he was rubbing it against me."

Liz gasped. "You're kidding. I was sure Bill spoke to him about it after last night."

I shook my head. "I couldn't believe it. He was as nervous as hell during the act; forgot his lines in one part, and then that. Trouble was, I was feeling hot myself with all the audience out there watching. When he rubbed his stiffy up against my pussy, well, you can imagine."

Liz laughed. "Well, they wanted nudity, and they got it. They nearly got a bonus and got full sex as well."

I shook my head and joined her laughing, and as the tension subsided, I began to feel a little better. By the time Bill called five minutes, I was much calmer. Liz had repaired my make up and combed out my hair. I slipped into the bath robe I was to wear for the last act. I met Steven and Rodger at the side of the stage; they were chatting quietly together as the audience was settling down.

Rodger looked at me a little shame faced as I joined them. "Sorry about my little problem, Amanda. I just can't seem to help myself."

I shook my head. "It's got to stop, Rodger. It's not that I don't understand; I get feelings myself, but I try to control them."

Rodger nodded. "I know. It's just that you are so bloody attractive. The sight of your body just turns me on. Dressed, you are a most delightful creature; naked, you are awesome."

I could not help smiling. I took Rodger's hand and squeezed it. "Just do your best." He nodded just as we heard the curtain go up.

I looked at Steven. "You ready?" He nodded and I walked out on stage for the final scene.

I knew from the previous night that this was the most revealing scene. In the previous bedroom scene, the lights had been subdued and the audience had only seen me naked from the rear as I got into bed. This time I was to face them full on, revealed in the full light of the stage lights.

With the stage lights being brighter, I could now see clearly most of the first four rows of the audience. Their appetites had been wetted by the previous scene. I guessed that some of them probably realised from the way my unrestrained breasts moved, and the protrusions of my already erect nipples, that I was wearing very little under the robe. I wondered what they were thinking. Were they secretly hoping for more revelations?

Steven came on and I fell into my part easily, but I could feel the excitement building within me as the scene progressed. I was trembling as I kissed Steven goodbye and he left for work, and I continued to play my part, clearing away the breakfast pots, and waiting for the sound of Rodger's knock on the door.

When I heard Rodger's knock at the door, I knew the moment was quickly approaching when I would be totally revealed to everyone in the audience. I walked over and opened the door to Rodger. "My God, what are you doing here? Steven's only just left."

He stepped inside and took me in his arms and kissed me, then we broke away. "I know," he said huskily, "I was waiting outside. I saw him leave."

"You shouldn't be here; he could come back."

He shook his head and shrugged. "I just had to see you after last night."

He took me in his arms again and we kissed. I could feel his body pressing against me. Thankfully, he was not in a state of erection this time.

I felt myself trembling slightly as the moment approached. I closed my eyes as I felt him easing the robe off my shoulders. I felt it slip down my arms. I heard a few gasps and quiet coughs from the audience as my breasts became exposed.

Now Rodger's hands were caressing my breasts. I could feel that my nipples had quickly responded to his touch. Strangely, I didn't feel at all embarrassed; in fact, I was quite enjoying the experience. I was wondering to myself how the audience must be feeling watching me being caressed. Some were probably embarrassed, others maybe excited. Then Rodger was unfastening the belt of my robe and it fell away from me altogether dropping in a pool of pale blue silk around my feet. Now I was completely naked as Rodger continued to kiss and caress me intimately. He then led me towards the sofa and we fell down on it together with me tearing at his clothes

Suddenly the door opened and Steven was standing there. "Just popped back. I'd forgotten---- oh, my God, what the hell do you think you're doing?" He strode across the stage and grabbed Rodger by the shoulder, pulling him away from me. As the two men argued, I attempted to reach my discarded robe, but Steven picked it up and held it out of my reach as I tried vainly to cover my nakedness with my arms.

As the two men argued, I was enjoying the sensation of being completely naked in front of so many people. With the stage lights being so bright, I could clearly see the faces of the people on the first four rows. Some were watching the action between the two men, but the majority were watching me. My God, it was an incredible sensation to see so many people looking at my nakedness. One of my hands was covering my pussy. I was being careful not to touch myself as I would have cum on the spot. At last, Steven threw my robe back to me and I pulled it on. Much, I'm sure, to the disappointment of quite a few members of the audience.

The end of the play was greeted with rapturous applause with loud whistles and cheers from a few sectors of the audience. As the curtain came down, the three of us walked to the front of the stage. We joined hands, but as the curtain began to rise, I realised that I had not fastened my robe, and with the two guys holding on to my hands, there was nothing I could do about it but let it fall open. The audience applauded so much we had to do a second curtain call. But by then I wasn't objecting.

With the curtain back down, I quickly fastened my robe as the two of them congratulated me, and I quickly made my way back to my dressing room. Liz was waiting for me, clutching on to a large bunch of red roses. "Just arrived for you and you deserve them. It was a great performance; we'll be turning them away from the doors for the rest of the run."

"Just hope I can stand it. I'm so fucking hot; I need some serious attention." I grinned and Liz laughed at my outspoken comments.

Bill knocked on the door, and then came in and hugged me. "You did a great show, Amanda. The press wants to interview you, and there's also some one from the local radio station--- so as soon as you are ready....."

"Fame at last," I said with a grin. "Just shows what you can do when you are willing to take your clothes off in public."

I took my stage make up off, and took a quick shower, restraining from touching myself too intimately. I hoped that Jim was going to be up to what he was going to be doing later.

Liz had laid out my clothes, and I dressed quickly. Then we went out to the theater bar where everyone had gathered. There was a round of applause as we walked in. The press wanted pictures of me and interviews. God! It was like being a celebrity; what a change in status from just one performance. The local radio did a short interview and asked if I would appear on a show for them for a more in depth interview at a later date.

Mike and Bill appeared with a bottle of champagne that they opened with a loud pop, and there were again cheers all around as the glasses were passed out. Jim appeared and pushed his way through the throng. I was glad to see him. He hugged me and we kissed.

"You need to take me home. And I mean it is urgent," I whispered in his ear.

He grinned and nodded. "Just let me get a drink. We can't really leave just yet; everyone wants to talk to you."

I shrugged. "No, I guess not, but if we don't go soon, I might have to ask Rodger if we can go back on stage and do a quick rehearsal of scene two," I said with a grin.

People kept coming over and offering me congratulations and buying me drinks. I even had some interest from a local photographer who inquired if I would be willing to model for him. He said he had contacts that I might find very useful. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to go down that line, but I took his card and said I would seriously consider his offer.

At last Jim said we could go. Everyone called good night, and Jim took me out into the car park. Like the gentleman he was, he opened the car door for me to get in, but I turned and grabbed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body up against him. "Jim, I need you so badly," I whispered urgently.

We kissed hungrily, and then he pushed me away gently. "We'll be home soon, darling, and then we have all night." I gripped his hand and nodded and got in the car. I think we went through a few red lights, but it was late and who was counting.

As soon as we were in the house, almost before the door was closed, it was a flurry of clothes and limbs. We had each other stripped naked, and Jim was buried deep in me as we clung together on the carpet in the hallway.

The first time was a bit rushed, and afterwards we lay together gasping, but I was feeling a lot better. Then Jim carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed. This time our love making was much more tender, much more satisfying. We lay together in each other's arms allowing ourselves to relax. I kissed Jim, and then went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, Jim had changed the sheets. Sex is wonderful, but it does make a mess of the sheets, and I hate lying in the wet patch which for some reason always seems to be under me.

Getting back into bed clean and refreshed, we chatted together about the play. Jim was amused when I told him about Rodger having an erection again in the bedroom scene.

"Poor bastard," he said with a smile. "You are going to have to watch him; he might try to slip it into you before the run is over."

I nodded my head. "That's what worries me; what would I do? I'm naked and he's only got his jocks on. If he does do something and I make a fuss, it will spoil the play, but I can't just lie there and let him slip me one, can I?"

Jim smiled. "Would it be so awful? It's only a play, and I can just imagine how he feels lying on top of your naked body. I can't say that if I was in his position, I could restrain myself."

I looked at him with some surprise. "You mean you wouldn't be upset if Rodger were to attempt to go further than just rub himself up against me?"

He smiled again. "How would you feel if he was to take things a step further?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I had a word with him tonight, and he apologized, but I guess it would be rather exciting."

He leaned over and kissed me. "It would be more than exciting. I can't imagine how it would feel to see you two in bed together, knowing that Rodger was actually fucking you rather than just acting."

I felt myself shudder at the thought, and Jim smiled and hugged me. "The thought of it is getting to you as well; just feel what it's doing to me." He took my hand and pressed it down to his groin. My fingers encircled his cock; it was like a rod of steel.

"The thought of Rodger having real sex with me is really turning you on, isn't it?"

"Doing it in public as well; it's awesome. You've got to let him do it, Amanda."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jim was actually pleading with me to let Rodger fuck me, and whatever the effect it was having on Jim, it was having the same effect on me. I could feel myself juicing up at the thought of letting another man enter me. Not only that, but letting him enter me with over two hundred people watching.

I grabbed hold of Jim and pulled him on top of me, spreading my legs under him. He didn't need any other encouragement; his lance like cock homed in on my juiced up love tunnel, and soon it was plunging inside. My fingers raked his back as I thrust my body up to meet him. Never before had our love making been so urgent. Our bodies were bathed in perspiration as we strove for fulfillment. Even though we had made love many times, that night when the climax came, it was as though a dam had broken, and afterwards we lay spent and exhausted.

The following morning we overslept. We had really tired ourselves out. Jim was still fast off when I slipped out of bed and made my way to the shower. As the warm water soothed my body, I thought back to what had been said last night. What would happen in the cold light of day? Would Jim still want me to actually have sex with Rodger? Then there was another thing. What would Rodger's thoughts be on the matter? I couldn't really suggest to him casually while we were in bed together that it was alright for him to shag me.

In the end, I decide to let things take their course, and I think Rodger was a little surprised when I pressed myself up against him and moved a little suggestively in the bed scene the following night. Later, as we made our way home, Jim couldn't wait to ask me how things had gone. He asked almost before we got into the car.

I smiled. "You're really into this, aren't you?"

He grinned and nodded. "I think it's really erotic, you two in that bed together. Has he made a move on you yet?"

I shook my head. "No, but I did actually try to encourage him a little tonight. I think I might have to lead the way. He's a little scared of me after getting a warning from Bill over his actions."

Jim was the usual ardent love maker that night, something I badly needed. I think the whole idea was getting to us both. I can't believe how hot I was for him, and he responded in the same way.

I decided that I was going to have to make the first move if I were going to get Rodger to actually fuck me for real. The first thing I did was to leave off the thong I should have been wearing at the end of the first act, and I had instructed Jim to tell the guy on the curtains to not be so quick with closing them.

When it came to the part where he removed my panties, he noticed immediately that I was not wearing anything under them. The look on his face said it all: sheer panic, and when he began to draw them down and the curtain didn't close, he was even more flustered.

When finally the curtain did close, he looked at me. "What happened there?"

I looked puzzled. "How do you mean?"

"The bloody curtains--was the guy asleep? And you forgot to put your extra pants on."

"Don't worry about it," I said as I turned to leave. "It makes things all that more exciting, doesn't it?"

I was feeling excited about what I was about to do. I even had a second glass of whisky. The undressing on the sofa went well, and I liked the feel of his hands on my breasts. I sensed I was already beginning to feel a little damp as we made our way to the bed room, and when I removed my panties, they clung to me for a brief moment. Yes, I was certainly a little moist down there.

In the bed, we continued to follow the script, and Rodger positioned himself on top of me. Again, thankfully, he had not been able to control his erection, and I felt the hardness of it pressing against me as we moved together. When I reached down and pushed down his jockey briefs and gripped his hard shaft, he almost cried out. When I positioned myself so that I could press him up against my entrance, he lost all control and slipped slowly in to my by now well lubricated hole just as the curtains closed.

"Was this supposed to happen?" he gasped.

I nodded. "I think you have suffered long enough," and I squeezed my vaginal muscles, gripping him tightly. "Now let's get off stage before the crew comes on."

Reluctantly, he slipped out of me and we got out of bed. Before we separated to our dressing rooms, I gripped his hand and squeezed it. "Come and see me after the final curtain. I'll get rid of Liz."

I was just getting prepared for the last act when Jim poked his head around the door. "Go and get me a glass of water," I said to Liz. She took the hint and smiled at Jim as he stood aside to let her out.

"Well, did he do the deed?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, with a little help from me."

"What was his reaction?"

"Shock, I think, but I can't let it end like that; that would be too cruel."

Jim looked at me. "What do you intend to do? Let him have another go tomorrow?"

I smiled. "Yes, I might, but I thought I ought to let him take things further a little sooner."

He looked at me puzzled.

"I have told him to come and see me after the show. Do you mind?"

He looked at me for a moment, then smiled. "You are actually going to let him fuck you for real?"

I nodded. "Yes, but only if you agree."

He smiled again. "Of course I bloody agree, but only if I'm allowed to watch."

I looked at him. "You want to see me being fucked by another man?"

He nodded. "I sure do; it's my wildest fantasy."

"I'm not sure he will go for that, you being here watching."

He shook his head. "Don't worry, he won't know I'm watching. You just go ahead and enjoy yourselves and let me worry about the rest."

Bill knocked on the door and called. "Two minutes."

Jim kissed me and left and Liz came back in with the drink. I thanked her and told her I wouldn't need her after the show tonight. She could get off and get an early night. She looked surprised but didn't argue.

The last act went well. I was enjoying the experience of being completely naked on stage more and more with each performance, and tonight had an added attraction. Thinking about what would happen after the last curtain, again I purposely forgot to fasten my robe and took the last curtain call with it flapping open much to the delight of one guy I saw who was sitting in the front row armed with a mobile phone camera. I smiled as I made my way to my dressing room and wondered if I might appear on U tube or one of the other more risqué download sites.

Back in my dressing room, I took a look around. There was no obvious sign of Jim, but I noticed the wardrobe door was just slightly ajar. I poured myself a large drink and checked my make up in the mirror. I was trembling slightly, and I could see that my nipples were aroused; I was acting a bit like a schoolgirl on her first date.

I jumped slightly when there was sharp tap on the door. Rodger poked his head around and looked around the dressing room. "Are you alone?" he asked. "Has Liz gone?"

I nodded. "Yes, I told her she could get off after my last change."

He stepped into the room smiling. "You're a strange one, you know. First, you complain to Bill about me, and then this."

I smiled. "Sorry, Rodger, I just didn't realise it was going to effect me like it has. I have been so turned on every night, and the scene in bed is just unbelievable, with you rubbing up against me. I'm sorry; I just couldn't stand it any longer."

He walked over and put his hands on my shoulders and drew me to him. "Don't worry! I guess you know how I've felt about you since you first joined the company. This production has been a nightmare for me: seeing you naked, touching you. It's been so hard for me."

I grinned. "Yes, so I've noticed."

He slapped me playfully. "There's no need to tease. A man has needs as well you know, and unlike you, I have no one at home to relieve them. By the way, where is Jim tonight?"

"He's got a meeting with the stage crew, but I guess it's just an excuse for a drink with the lads."

"So we're all alone?"

"I nodded. "Yes, but you had better lock the door just in case."

He nodded and turned the lock, then turned back to me. "I can't believe this is really happening; you don't know how often I think about you."

I smiled. "Well, now you have me to yourself for a while." I eased the tie of my robe undone and slipped the robe off my shoulders and stood there naked before him.

He stood and looked me up and down slowly. "I don't think I will ever get tired of looking at your body; you look wonderful."

"Well, don't just stand there looking at it," I said, caressing my breasts slowly. "Tonight you have an open invitation so make the most of it."

He moved in closer and replaced my hands with his own; I smiled. "You like touching my breasts, don't you?"

He nodded. "They are perfection, just like the rest of your body."

He bent down and kissed each nipple before drawing one into his mouth and sucking on it while doing exciting things with his tongue; meanwhile, his hands moved down and one cupped my pussy and worked one finger inside.

"My, you are wet," he said.

I grinned. "I've been like that every night since the dress rehearsal. I think I'm wearing Jim out."

"Well, you know where I am if he ever needs a stand in."

He moved me slowly back until I could feel the hard edge of my dressing table against my bottom. He placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up onto it. The wooden top of the dressing table was cool against my skin. I felt him struggle with his belt, then his pants fell to the floor. I reached out and found him already hard. I ran my fingers slowly along the hard shaft of warm flesh that had already been in me once tonight, but only for a brief moment. Now, this was going to be the real thing.

I thought for a moment about Jim hiding in the wardrobe. I wondered just how he was feeling seeing Rodger just about to fuck me. I hoped he was enjoying the scene being acted out before him as much as he thought he would. I imagined he would be holding on to something large and warm just like I was, and probably doing just the same as I was.

Rodger moved in closer, his body easing my legs apart. Now I was able to rub the bell shaped head of his cock up against my pussy lips mixing our juices. He pressed forward entering me, and I enjoyed the sensation of him filling me once again.

He gripped my arms tightly, pressing my breasts against his chest as he began a slow thrusting motion, penetrating deep into my welcoming body before withdrawing almost to the point of me crying out, before thrusting deep into me again and again.

To say he was in urgent need was an understatement, but he managed well, and it was I who was crying out for him to finish, to make me cum. It was only after more urgent pleas that he relented, and with a cry and a final lunge, I felt him erupt, and I experienced the wonderful sensation of his juices flooding into me. I clutched onto him tightly, thanking him.

He looked at me, perspiration dripping off his chin. "It's you who deserves the thanks, my darling Amanda. That was more, much more, than I ever dreamed about."

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him hungrily. "That was incredible, Rodger. Thank you, thank you."

I felt him ease his now flaccid cock out of me, and I felt our combined juices trickle down between my thighs making a sticky mess on the dressing table. I looked down at his cock and smiled. "Well, we now know how to get rid of your erection problems."

He grinned. "That's a solution I can live with. Just be in my dressing room fifteen minutes before tomorrow's performance."

I took his wet cock in my hand. "I thought we might do an encore, but I'm not sure you are up to it."

He smiled. "I guess a young lady with your talents has a solution for that?"

I pushed him away and slid down off the dressing table. "Sit down in that chair, young man, and let's see what I can do."

He sat down, and I dropped to the floor between his knees. His cock just lay there, looking awfully forlorn. I took it in my hand and began working on it. I smiled when it began to respond. I leaned forward and licked my tongue over the end, and the exciting musky scent of sex invaded my nostrils.

I opened my mouth and worked my lips over the ever growing member, sucking it deep into my throat. Rodger groaned and clutched onto my hair, pulling me even closer between his thighs. I cupped his balls in my hands and rolled them. Now I felt his cock swelling in an alarming manner. In minutes it was back to its full glory.

I ran my tongue over the head and looked up at Rodger. "Are you ready to serve seconds?" I asked with a cheeky grin.

I got up off my knees and placed my hands on my dressing stool. I spread my legs slightly and thrust out my rear. I looked over my shoulder at Rodger still sitting in the chair. "Can you see anything to interest you?" I asked.

He smiled and rose from the chair. He placed his hands on my hips and ran his hand over my pussy which was still dripping from our last little session. "Is this where you need the attention, madam?" he asked.

I nodded. "I think you have found the place."

He eased my legs open a little wider, then his cock was parting my lips once again, and I groaned as he slipped slowly inside me. I gripped on to him tightly, contracting my vaginal muscles.

He groaned. "I love the way you do that."

I released him slightly to allow him room to work, and he slammed into me with long easy strokes. I love being taken in the doggy position. It leaves your breasts free and available, and Rodger made good use of them, squeezing and tweaking my nipples till I cried out. We both came with a rush, again, and Rodger flopped up against me breathing heavily. His cock slipped out, and I felt trails of cum dripping down my inner thighs.

I reached for some tissues and wiped myself as clean as possible. I would need a shower to clean off properly. I turned to see Rodger easing up his pants. He smiled. "That was more than I ever imagined. Thank you, Amanda."

I leaned forward and kissed him. "There's three night to go before the end of the run. Maybe we could do it again."

He grinned. "That won't be a problem. Now we had better put in an appearance or people will be talking." He kissed my lightly, unlocked the door, and with a smile, left, closing the door behind him.

I looked over at the wardrobe. The door swung open and there stood Jim, a sheepish look on his face. "Was it everything you expected?" I asked.

He nodded. "And more! So, how was it for you? You seemed to be enjoying yourself."

I smiled. "I did. He was very good, but don't think that's an excuse. Also, you've got some work to do when we get home."

He laughed.

The show ran to packed houses for the rest of the run. I enjoyed the experience of being naked in public more and more with every performance, so much so that now Jim and I are actively planning ideas to further extend the experience for me.

As for Rodger, he didn't bother with his jockey shorts any more, and we actively made love on the bed every night for the rest of the run. It was exciting doing it with an audience looking on, but as it was so short it was also a little unfulfilling. But now with Jim's full agreement, Rodger always came and made up for it after the final curtain. On the last night of the run, unknown to Rodger, I allowed Jim to set up a small video camera to catch all the action. Maybe one day you might even catch me as we have talked about uploading the film to the internet.

Maybe there is a further continuation to this little story. We will have to see. Let me know what you think, and I am happy to answer any of your questions. You could add me to your favorite author list to hear more about my stories if you have not already done so. And by the way, have you read my latest interview? You can learn lots more about me from that. Thank you, Laura