Alice Moore - Amorous Actresses

I pulled out, found my shorts and wiped myself clean. She zipped my robe up. I watched her climb back into her clothes.

We were still talking when Mr. Crocket came down from his nap.

“Nice to see you two together. Did you have a good time while I napped?”

“Just fine, Grandpa.”

“I better get going. I have a 4 o’clock.”

As told by Rita, box office girl I was waiting for Snake. I met him when I took the computer up to Instructional Technology Services to have it repaired. Everybody else was on lunch break. As a minimum wage student employee, he didn’t get a lunch break. Snake was working his way through an electronics major and considered the work experience valuable. I considered him cute in the extreme.

He looked like he should be on a horse with a falcon perched on his arm or something like that. Very nice and princely appearing with glossy black hair, somewhat unkempt, as if he’d just come off the field of battle.

The guy was wearing a T-shirt which showed the shadows of a series of tattoos.

Said he and the frat brothers had gotten drunk one night, went up to the twin cities and had the tattoos made.

His mother was mad, but girls thought they were kind of interesting. We kind of hinted around, you know how you do when you’re interested in a guy but don’t want to be too obvious. I had dreams of making it with him on the bed up on the set.

It’s been three days and the computer’s still not back. I’ve been having to hand write tickets in the box office. And, with Romeo and Juliet opening in a few days, that means a lot of works and cranky patrons.

I got a call from Snake, actually, Arthur saying he’d bring the computer back after work today… would I be in the box office? I’m sure I sounded breathless when I said I would be. Hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea… or maybe the right idea cause I really like him. I’ve had several nights thinking about him and dreaming what he might look like naked. My tits got all hard and my pussy runny just thinking about snake. We kidded that time that he would show me his snake if he got the chance. I wonder if it’s a tattoo or something else? I’m game for either. I bet he has a hairy chest too. All glossy black.

The box, office closes at five and reopens at 8 on performance nights. I’d put the phone on the answering machine telling the patrons to call back during regular business hours and was doing my Modern American History, all about corruption and dirty deeds in high places, when I heard something bump the box office door.

I opened it a crack. And there was my knight, without the falcon, but dressed in a shiny leather jacket with chrome studs around the wrists. He was standing, a big smile on his face, pressed against the blue metal cart that had the computer on it.

“Delivery man, Mam. May I come in?”

We were both grinning like it was important. As I opened the door I said, “It’s after five. We close. But we need that machine.”

He pushed the cart past me so I could watched his legs and ass~ work as he maneuvered the cart into position where the wires dangled out of. the ticket printing machine. His buns were so tight in the jeans that I swore I could see his ass crack.

I watched him work. Snake has a lithe body which moves with grace. He plugged the various cables into the machine and turned on the power switch.

I stood so close behind him that I could smell the leather on his jacket, the after shave (very spicy) on his cheeks and a little sweat from a hard day’s work.

He touched a couple of keys. I played with the buttons on my cardigan style blazer… the mauve fabric very soft between my fingers, the button as hard as a rock… or cock. I was thinking dirty again. My nipples were beginning to itch.

He stood up and faced me, pointing to the screen which showed all the right numbers. “See, we’re wonderful.”

I was so delighted not to have to write tickets out any more that I kissed him on the cheek, brushing my lips over the dark ring beard that surrounded his lips. The lips looked the same color as raspberries. Naturally, I wondered how they would taste.

He said, “Whoa, what’s the excitement. Am I so sexy you can’t resist me?”

I backed off a little, but just a little. “Something like that. I guess I’m just glad the machine’s back.”

He looked disappointed. “Aw, I thought it was me.”

“Well… I guess it is. I’ve thought about you a lot.”

“Me too.”

“Egotist.”

He laughed. “I mean, I’ve through about you a lot too. Nice outfit. You look very business like. He touched the edge of the jacket. “And soft too. Like you.”

I blushed. I’m kind of caramel colored, so I’m sure it showed.

He leaned his butt against the blue cart, crossed one leg over the other and said, “Everybody gone for the day?”

“The grind begins tomorrow. I have the 1–5 shift. Us working girls.”

“And boys?” He did a slow unzip of his jacket. I could see the powder blue knit shirt stretched across his chest and the shadows of the tattoos under that, they were a darker blue with flashes of-red.

To hide my confusion, I said, “Do they treat you pretty good up at the shop?”

“I’m good so the put up with me. Sometimes they call me a snake in the grass.”

“You never did explain that nickname.”

He blushed this time, his lips turning even more raspberry. “Name the guys in gym class gave me back in high school. We parade around a lot… you know, without any clothes on.”

“Oh.”! said as if I understood.

“You now… snake… between a guy’s legs. Rearing up… spitting.” He really grew red now. “That kind of thing.” Snake put his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans.

I looked where the snake had to be. I could see the outline of it, but it wasn’t up or angry or ready to spit. I listened. The area was as quiet as a tomb… not even a janitor whistling.

His fingers moved from down against his thighs to the middle where he adjusted himself a little.

I looked up and caught his eyes. Snake was grinning like a bad little boy, in a dark garage. “You want to see my it?’ “How about your tattoos for starters.”

“Sure.” He stood up, peeled off the leather jacket… then rolled up the shirt. The first thing I saw was on the left side: a roaring lion springing forward. Then all over the left side of his chest a dark flacon flying, on the right another falcon about to enter the nest.

“Don’t falcons eat snakes?”

“I can’t bend that far. Somebody else has to do it.”

Wow, that was bold. I decided to match his boldness, but hold back just a little. You know, kind of prick tease him. “He’d have to show the falcon where the nest was.”

“Falcons have good eyes. They can see everything. His fingers were brushing his cock now so I watched it grow in his pants. That’s a real turn on. Knowing that a guy wants to do something with you.

I formed my fingers into a beak and dived for his crotch. Instead of covering his basket, Snake opened wide and let me dive. I slowed and just landed gently on where I could see the swelling roundness of his cockhead. I touched it.

“Spitting yet?”

“No, but interested if attacked.”

I grabbed his zipper and pulled it down, expecting something weird and wonderful to jump out at me. Well, his shorts did push through the opening and I could see that his cockhead had already spit a little venom.

“So, Miss Falcon?”

I touched his rod. It wiggled, not as if trying to get away or anything, but just from my touch. He popped the top button on his jeans and leaned back in his leg crossed over leg position. That made his dick poke out even more.