Matinees

Just got back from work. It's a Sunday, which just goes to prove that there's no such thing as a weekend in the theatre. But that's okay; I knew it when I signed up.

There is something really boring about doing technical theatre; most of the time, you spend three quarters of your time sitting around waiting. For this play, I sit around and wait in the basement under the stage, waiting for my cue to open the trap door. It's a boring job but someone has to do it.

So anyway, I usually bring a book, but today like the stupid girl I am I forgot the book, so I was sitting there with nothing to do for hours. That's not a healthy thing for me; idle hands are the devil's plaything, right? I've got my nice cushioned chair and my headset and I'm wishing I had a bottle of something stronger than water, and I just spaced out for a few minutes and started daydreaming. My daydreams are invariably about sex, ladies and gentlemen, and I've seen enough porn that my brain can come up with its own when I let it.

So I had a great little scene going where I was being doubled by my brother and my dad (which has never happened and probably never will, sad to say), with my dad in my ass (because it's a dream and I can make him do that kind of thing in my head), and I started getting a little hot and bothered. Since I was actually working, not just sitting in the light booth pressing buttons, I had on pants rather than a skirt, and I was even wearing underwear (actually, I do that a lot when I'm really working). But eventually I just got so bored and horny that I slipped my pants down to my knees, got my hand in my panties, and gave myself a little tickle while I played my little scene.

I didn't mean to do more than satisfy myself momentarily, but matinees are hell, and I just kept going, pulled my panties down too so I could get at myself a little better, then fingered my way inside. I've gotten pretty good at getting myself off over the years, so I didn't take long. I'm a little worried that the next person who uses that chair might notice the stains, because I was oozing. Got a good rolling pleasure running and then settled back to just tickle while I waited.

Well, when I settled back and finally opened my eyes, I saw someone standing in the doorway. It was one of the highschool kids who is working backstage too, although he's not usually in the basement. I looked at him, and he looked at me, and his eyes were like dinner plates. Then he turned around and hightailed it up the stairs. I was afraid the audience could hear him, he went so fast.

So I spent the rest of the performance worrying, but I didn't hear one peep. Got my cues, did my thing, kept from playing with myself any more (which was hard, because despite being really worried, I was pretty turned on). Tried to clean up the worst of the mess on the chair, and then I went upstairs to look for the kid.

He was just embarrased as hell, and talking to him I got pretty embarrased too; it just rubbed off on me. But he didn't seem like he'd minded that much. It might get out, I don't know. I'm wondering whether I could shut him up more completely if I jumped him instead. He's not unattractive, but he's young. Still, I'm hoping nothing comes of it, because it's not like I was doing anything particularly wrong. I'm a little worried, can you tell?