A LONG STORY IN MULTIPLE PARTS. a work in progress.
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Lizzie felt the performance had been really good. The musical was fun and every night the audience were on their feet singing and cheering. The tour of the UK had been going for a while and was tiring, but now a few days off lay ahead. This was Lizzie’s first job after graduation and she was loving every minute of it. At the age of twenty-five she was enjoying travelling but missed her boyfriend back in London before she left the dressing room she sent him a message saying goodnight, knowing that back at her flat he would already be in bed. Their schedules very much at different ends of the day.
She went down the stairs and out of the stage door, always one of the last out. There weren’t the usual gang of teenagers waiting for a selfie and their programmes and merch to be signed, but there will still a few. A man and a woman and a young girl came up and she posed with the girl for a selfie and signed her programme and had a brief chat. She was a little shocked when then the woman went off with the little girl. The man smiled ‘My daughter, we got divorced a while ago and they had a spare ticket - so I tagged a long’.
‘That’s so good that you get on’ Lizzie said with a genuine smile.
‘Well, thank you for the show, I normally hate musicals but this one was actually kind of fun’ the man said, and Lizzie couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
‘Thanks, I think’. She saw him put his hand to his head.
‘Oh God, I didn’t mean that in a bad way! What an idiot!’
‘It’s fine, Happy you are a convert’.
The man stood there and then made to go, then turned back to her. ‘Well, thanks for a great show’. He turned and started walking away and Lizzie realised she would be going in the same direction. She gave him a moment and then started walking along the back of the theatre a few paces away. After a few paces, he turned and laughed again.
‘Not following me?’ he said with a smile.
She explained that she was walking back to the flat she was sharing and he said he was walking to the car park. Together they pressed on. Lizzie chatted to him about the show, how much she was enjoying the first tour, and feeling good to be chatting with someone not in the show, and also to not be walking alone at night. The man explained his name was James and he worked as a Deputy Head Teacher. In no time they were at the car park and Lizzie realised that she had lost her sense of direction completely. They stopped and said goodnight again, Lizzie felt sad to be leaving him, and for some reason, butterflies in her stomach, it felt like the end of a first date, ridiculous to think that but there was a spark, there couldn’t be she thought, this man was old enough to be her Dad.
After a slightly awkward silence, James asked ‘You know where you are headed from here? Is it close?’
‘Ummmm I’m not sure’ she answered truthfully.
‘Well, I know you’ll say no, but happy to give you a lift’. James said.
‘Why would I say no?’
‘We have only just met’
‘I think I’d probably take my chances with you rather than a minicab’ Lizzie said. Soon they were in the car park and at the doors of his Land Rover.
They carried on chatting and laughing as they drove. James following the sat nav. Lizzie telling him stories of the funny things that happened on the show. James filling Lizzie in on all the details of his teaching and new life after the divorce.
Soon they stopped outside the flat Lizzie and few guys from the show had rented for the run of the performances.
‘James, thank you. I loved that’ Lizzie said as she got her bag and prepared to leave the car. Lizzie paused a moment and their eyes met. Sparks and butterflies flew. She took the plunge ‘I’d normally invite you in for a coffee to say thank you, but they’ll all still be up, I think it could be gossip fest I’ll never survive’.
‘I understand, I wouldn’t dream of it anyway’ he paused for a moment, and then continued ‘I’m not far away, and my place has an amazing reputation for coffee’.
Lizzie felt her heart rate go up. She thought for a moment and got as far as putting her hand on the door. Then a devil in her began to speak louder than ever and she said. ‘Coffee it is’. James smiled and said ‘Sure?’ Lizzie nodded and said ‘Sure’
The car started again and they drove away from the flat into the night.
James didn’t live too far away and as they drove the chat changed. More laughter and distinctly more flirty. James told Lizzie that she had caught his eye from the start of the show which she liked and enquired ‘What was it caught your eye?’
‘Oh the talent you have for dancing and singing I guess, that and you have the cutest bum on that stage’. James said as he pulled into the underground car park.
Lizzie laughed and looked at him as he turned the car off. She wanted him, this older man, this stranger and she undid her seatbelt and leant across ‘That may be the best review I’ve ever had’. His lips met her and they kissed. Deeply. She felt bold and her hand moved onto his thigh. Moving upwards. It had been so long since she had you her any other cock than her boyfriend’s, she was shocked for a moment as she felt how hard and how big he felt inside his jeans. Much much bigger, she opened her eyes wide feeling wildly horny. ‘Maybe I should show you in a personal performance’ she said he voice low and whispered.
‘That would be a pleasure’ James said. His hand on her leg. Smoothing further upwards, feeling her leggings. She moved her legs apart and his hand reached towards her pussy. She knew she was wet and the leggings would be by now. She felt him press against her. She knew she wanted to see that big cock and soon.
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