She then hooked my shorts and ever so slowly worked them down my legs, revealing a tell-tale semi-erect penis.“I can see that this excites you, Pete...r – we should have tried this long ago!”She adjusted her position on the sofa and raised her skirt, revealing sheer stockings and suspenders. “We don’t want you messing my skirt, now do we?” she smirked.“Err, no, Caroline.”She proceeded to manoeuvre me over her lap, ensuring that my penis was ‘trapped’ between her soft, warm nyloned thighs. She then. I guess I’ll do it. Can we get together and talk a little more about it?” With that she said thank you and hung up. He happened to stop in at the end of the day. He walked up to her desk and said hello, which surprised her, but he asked if they could talk. She said yes. He offered to talk with her and even drive her home. It surprised her but she said yes. They walked to his car and he told her how and what he had in mind, kind of. “So bring in about how many outfits?” she said. “Ohhh say. "No, I finished when I came out here," she replied, and walked through the auditorium door, pulled it open and vanished inside. I hurried after her, either a bit nervous that I would get in trouble, or...excited? To the side of the stage is the little door that take you directly onto the stage via the sound and light desk, props tables, quick-change booths and scenery. The working lights were still on but they only cast a dull light so we had to be careful. After each show the stage is reset to. My cock still felt hard, throbbing. She began rocking on me, insisting we were not done, riding me as if we'd just started. I could see the sun had moved again. It seemed minutes, but appeared to be an hour or two, midday. She rode me like a horse across an open field, bouncing and landing, her body against mine, her hands on my chest as she rolled her hips, demanding more from me. She moaned and growled and demanded more. I held her ass tight and thrust up into her. Forcing my cock deep,.