As Promised

I said I'd get around to telling the story of fun times with Ernst and Sveta at work, and since I've got no TMI stuff I feel like answering this week and no FFF to look forward to (although I may write something anyway) I have no real excuse beyond malaise and some other excuse I can't think of because I'm so full of malaise. It really seems like you ought to be able to put malaise on a sandwich. Maybe a cheap, low-fat version of mayo. Anyway...

I took Ernst and Sveta to visit the theater at which I work; Sveta had been there before, but she'd never gotten the full tour. We went late in the hope that no one would be there, and lo and behold, no one was, so I was able to show them around and tell all the terrible stories I can't tell when other people are around.

I was toying with the idea of bringing up the topic of a bit of fun, perhaps on the Green Room couch or somewhere like that, when Sveta asked, "Have you ever had sex on stage before?"

I wasn't sure what she meant. The answer would pretty much be yes whatever she meant, but I asked her if she meant had I ever had "sex" in a play before, or had I ever actually had sex on stage. She said, "In a play," and giggled.

Ernst said, "Or the other one?" with a grin. I'm not convinced they weren't both in on it together. So I told them yes, I've simulated sex on stage before, nothing particularly raunchy, and yes, I've had actual sex on stage before, both for an audience and in an empty theater.

Sveta pulled her shirt over her head and said, "Okay then, walk us through it." I was a little surprised, but pleased, obviously. She's definitely shedding her inhibitions and learning to take charge of her own pleasure.

Unfortunately, the play that's currently on stage (well, in the process of being put on stage) doesn't have much in the way of permanent set, so I pulled out some padding to the center of the stage so we could kip down, and by the time I'd done that, Sveta was already in her underwear sucking Ernst's cock with enthusiasm. He looked a little less enthusiastic, and he asked me if I thought someone might come in, to which I said no, but went and locked the doors anyway so if someone tried we'd at least have a little warning.

I know I say that I'm all about keeping work and pleasure separate, but I really couldn't refuse this, plus it's not like I've never done anything in the building before. If I'd been working with them, that would have been one thing, but this was late in a deserted building, and no one was going to show up and find out.

When I came back again from locking up, Sveta grabbed me and started pulling my clothes off until I was down to my skivvies too, then she said to Ernst, "Okay, now you go be in the audience, and Lexi and I will give you a show." I'd just like to break the flow for a moment to say that even she doesn't know what came over her; when we got home, she suddenly realized what she'd done and turned beet-red and giggled a lot. I guess it was the adrenaline talking.

So Ernst sat bare-ass in the seats (sorry to whoever sits there next) while Sveta and I took each other's underwear off, then began stroking and fondling each other right on the edge of the stage. Ernst said, "Um, Lexi, unless you want me to stain the seats out here, you'd better make this audience participation," so we invited him up on stage (with great fanfare, like it actually was audience participation) and as soon as Sveta put her lips on his cock, he exploded into her mouth.

I took the opportunity to sneak down to her pretty pink pussy and start licking, and she was already dripping wet and hot as a sauna rock, so it wasn't long before she was doing some exploding of her own. Ernst had his clothes back on and was sitting in the audience again, and Sveta rolled me over and ate me out to two very nice orgasms, then she sat up and said, "Okay, Ernst, are you just going to sit there?"

"I just don't know," he said. "This is so hot, but what if someone comes in."

"Then they can join in," she said firmly, putting her hand on my breast.

"Listen honey, if Ernst doesn't feel comfortable, that's not fair to him," I said softly to her. "I know you're really getting into this, and so am I, but maybe we should be nice to him and go home."

"And I didn't bring any condoms," he put in.

"Lexi always has some," said Sveta, somewhat petulantly. It's true, I did have some.

"Ernst, if you want to go home, just say so, okay," I said.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but I just don't feel comfortable doing this," he said. I didn't press the issue, and Sveta, after a few moments of pouting, acquiesced. At that point, I think she started thinking about what was going on herself.

I think the whole thing was born out of being at my house, where pretty much anything goes, and feeling free and young and able to do crazy stuff for the first time in her life. She's in college, and college kids do crazy stuff all the time, and maybe she's feeling a bit of that. Like I said, once we got home, she was all apologies and blushing and couldn't believe we'd done that. And Ernst in turn was apologizing for being a stick in the mud. And it led to some very nice "make-up" sex.

Not as sexy as it could have been, but then what is? Life isn't a porno. And Sveta and Ernst can both say that they've had sex on stage now. I confess that I wish I could have gone down into the house and watched the two of them for a while, or maybe had Sveta watch me and Ernst, but it's okay. Part of me says I never should have let it get even that far. I know I won't be able to look at that seat in the house without giggling for a while.