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Starstruck encounter in the 90s.
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First of all, this is not a kiss and tell, just a story of a really surreal time. Names will not be given.
Back in the 90s, if anyone reading this is old enough, night clubs would close at 2am. This was the time when you either went to the late Indian restaurant or you would head to a local, friendly after hours place. As at the time we lived just outside of Blackpool, there were plenty of this type of establishment.
It started as a normal night around the town. A young version of me in my early twenties and my my girlfriend of a similar age.
She was a good looking girl, as you would expect to be on my arm, quite tall at 5’10, tight figure as she was a dancer (not lap dancer, just normal theatrical support dancer) smallish to average 34c tits and at the time along with everyone else, sporting a natural bush.
She would always dress well and her go to outfit would always be shortish skirts and the compulsory 90s tight tops when we went out.
On the night in question, slightly inebriated we left the club along with the other few hundred people at 2am and headed for a local after hours place. This was a nothing special place where you could only get in if you were known and was an after hours place for theatrical or show types. It was normally a good night as someone would have the talent to play the piano in there and some of the attendees would be just finishing work rather than a place full of d*unks.
As soon as we entered I recognised an entertainer who was no stranger to the TV. In disbelief, I looked again and then pointed him out to my then gf, (let’s call her Emma).
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We were both a bit in disbelief that it was actually him and he was there, quite inconspicuous, just chatting with another man.
Now this was the days before social media and selfies, however it was still cool to be up close with such personalities. We went to the bar, got our drinks and headed immediately to the vicinity of this person.
Trying not to make it obvious that we were staring, we probably made it pretty obvious that we were staring! The man who was with him left and he stood in his own in the corner of the room, leaning with a glass of something in a drink shelf. We were maybe three feet away leaning against a post as we discreetly kept our eye on him.
Without a word of warning he came over to us and said- I like it in here, have you been before?.
My world stopped for a second as I heard the voice of the tele speak to us! It sounded just the same and he looked exactly the same, albeit a little shorter than I imagined.
Erm yes - one of us said, I can’t even remember which one of us it was.
He continued to talk normally to us , as indeed any normal person in this situation would and we ended up engaged in conversation with him. Learning how he had just finished a performance in the town and that he actually lived in the same area as us, albeit a bit of a posher part! He kept us mesmerised by his stories of people he knew and shows he had been in, that we knew and had watched on the tv. We began to relax and fee like VIPs as he kept bringing the drinks over. It was a great night and it was as though we had known him for ages, even though he had 30 or so years on us. |
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The late bar came to a close at 4am and our new best friend said he was heading home and was driving if we wanted a lift. We knew he had had some drinks but back then it was more a norm to get in car like this and could we possibly refuse a lift with this superstar.
The journey was about 15 minutes away and to get to our part of town you had to pass the nice end where he resided.
Wife’s away with the kids, just me here if you want to come for another? He asked.
Looking at Emma, we both have a discreet nod to each other before saying that it would be nice. Really we just wanted to see how the other half live.
We went down a road that neither of us had ever been down before, passing some beautiful huge houses like how you would see in Dallas or dynasty. We slowed and the car pointed towards a set of gates that led to a fairytale house. The gates self opened and he drove his Mercedes around the horseshoe drive, parking outside the double front doors.
We all approached the house and went in. It was full on opulence inside- he pointed towards a room and told us to go in and make ourselves comfortable and asked if we wanted a drink. We both said yes and off he went. |
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We sat in a well presented reception room and awaited our host to return with the drinks.
Leaning in Emma and I started to kiss, “we should fuck right here on his couch” she whispered, we both looked at each other and laughed as our host returned with two drinks and a quick change!
No longer was he in his suit, he had returned in a silk three quarter robe.”I needed to get out of that” he said as he sat opposite us.
Feeling the effect of the drinks, I asked where his toilet was. He pointed me down the long corridor towards the end. Leaving them to it, I set off. Along the way I couldn’t help but stop by and look at all his pictures. Loads of celebs lined his hallway, it was like a museum of pictures and opulence.
As I walked into the bathroom I was amazed at the size of it and what struck me was the toilet, I had never seen anything like it, a toilet basin and cistern shaped in as a person, talk about over done!
After some time of admiring this house I returned to the room from which I had came.
He was now sat next to Emma with his robe open and my girlfriends hand wanking his cock! Surprised, I stood there, caught a little off guard. He saw me and said “sit over there” pointing to the chair he was previously sat in. I sat down and looked to Emma who gave me a half smile as she continued playing with our new friend.
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