Pauline Nottee - Action backstage

She stirred as she felt Rick's hands begin to caress her and his flicking tongue and lips move over her warmly tingling tits and down over the soft curve of her belly. Before her love-glazed mind realized what was happening, the handsome youth had spread her legs wide and was kneeling between them, his thumbs drawing the moist lips of her pussy apart. She could feel his hot breath blowing through the tight raven-black curls which rimmed her cunt. She twisted and clamped her legs tight around his face, holding him prisoner.

"Oh, n o o o o… " the satiated brunette whispered. "No…"

"I want to," he mumbled. "After the way you did me…"

"I-I enjoyed it as much as you did," the beautiful movie star confessed. "But nobody's ever done that to me. My head is all mixed up… it's too soon." She ran her slender fingers through his disheveled mop of hair. "If you really want to you can do it later. I know it'll be beautiful, Rick darling. I want to be able to really let go. Understand?"

"Sure." Passionately he kissed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs before moving up on the bed. Rick had never dreamed he might have such an experience with Candy, and he looked at his conquest with mixed emotion. He was intensely proud of himself for arousing and fulfilling this beautiful older woman when older men had obviously failed. God! How he'd love to parade her around East LA.. and let the guys see how a man handled women! But another part of his mind told him that he might be out as fast as he'd been in. If Candy began having second-sensible-thoughts, Rick knew she might send him away-with a suitable token of her gratitude of course-and that would mean losing the only brass ring he'd grabbed in his underprivileged life. At this moment, while their bodies were in contact, he was sure he could do anything he wanted with Candy, bend her to his will. If he really wanted to eat her pussy, her legs would be wide open, and she'd be breaking his neck with the urgency of pulling his tongue down into the sweet fleshy. slit! Hell, with a little maneuvering, he could probably fuck her in the ass! He remembered the way she jumped when the head of his hot cock just touched the tight little rose the night before!

He wondered how it would be, to plunder between those smooth white globes, bury hot meat in her virginal back passage. Well, it was something to think about. Damn, tight as Candy's pussy was, her asshole would probably strip the skin right off his cock! In a silent joke on himself he thought maybe it would be a good idea to get himself circumcised before he tried it… and the more he thought of it, the more determined he became to sodomize his lovely mistress. Meanwhile, he would do well to take out some insurance. The way to begin was to let her think he was leaving.

"Hey, honey" Rick murmured, his tongue flicking into the shell-like depths of her ear. "I gotta go. Gotta take some of the film to the shop. I just got myself on the agency payroll, and if I fuck up, Jason Wells will fire my ass for sure."

Candy turned to look at Rick in amused disbelief as she chuckled and said, "You are a… a bullshitter! You know full well nobody can fire you now." She pursed her lips in thought and continued. "We have to do some figuring. You're a smart kid, Rick I've been around. I'm not exactly a dum-dum. You're playing me like a Wurlitzer organ but that's all right, as long as we know what the rules are."

"A Wurlitzer I can't play," he said with a mocking grin. "A sex organ, that's my style."

"Don't remind me," she shushed, blushing. "Now, we can work something out, and that doesn't include you blossoming out in three hundred-dollar suits and a Cadillac- or we'll both be ruined. I could even go to jail for this! Now, what we might do until we figure it all out is this: You keep on just as you are, working yourself hard."

"Like a trojan."

"Like a trojan," Candy agreed. "We'll get you an old car, but a good one, for a few hundred dollars."

"A kid's car," he said, a trace of bitterness in his voice. "I can pick up a hell of a good car eight or nine years old for four or five hundred."

"We can't meet here often," Candy continued, "but we can find places. I'm too conspicuous, with the image Jason Wells has created. That one-of-a-kind car and everything. I'm supposed to be recognized, and it'll be no good if I'm seen going around with you. Any ideas?"

He gave it some thought and said, "Maybe get a beat up car and different kind of clothes. Secondhand. You know, faded jeans and baggy shirts and a wig, and dark glasses or something. Don't go places you've ever been before."

"Hey -it could work!" Candy enthused. "Let's figure it out. Call the agency and say you're sick!"

Giggling like conspiring children, they began to plot. Candy was amazed at the shrewdness' of her young lover. He immediately picked up snags of which she would never have thought.. He pointed out that one could never tell when some little thing could go wrong, such as ownership of the truck she would need being checked back to her.

"But who the hell has to have an answer!" he said, grinning at her confusion as she propped herself on an elbow, her firm pointed tits crushed against his chest hotly. "Girl, if you have a lot of money, you can buy anything you damn well please!"

"I suppose so," Candy conceded. "So far we've got an old beat up car for me, we need a car for you, what kind do you want?"

"For you it should be a good-looking car. I have a friend who deals in cars. A special price, no more than a thousand dollars. For a very good car."

"My God, you're getting expensive," she murmured. But, her yearning woman's body said, you're worth every cent! It was only money, of which she had plenty and he had none. Candy was sure she would not wind up owning the car permanently. Nor the beat up car either. But she could have spent every dime she had and not found the delight this lean young boy had given her in one night. And the plotting made her feel like a teenager again!

Rick went on to point out it would be necessary for her to have a place to switch identities, change from her flamboyant showbiz image to girl bum, it was decided that one of the thousands of crackerbox apartments in the town would suit. Rick had another friend who was a real estate agent and would arrange to anonymously rent a place with enclosed garage. She wondered how many friends he had. It was an anticlimax to hear he had another friend who sold used cars.

"Look, Rick," she said in final surrender. "Go buy it. Buy it all! Just don't rip me off too bad."

Her voice fell to a whisper. "Buy what you want for yourself. When this ride is over I won't want any of it." She clutched at him and pleaded, "Just be good to me for as long as it lasts… Please!"

"It will last as long as you wish, Candy," he said. His strong fingers pulled her legs apart and he slid low on the bed, his tongue working urgently on her trembling flesh, and he whispered, "I'm going to eat you…"

"Ooooohhh…" Candy mumbled, surrendering.

She writhed as his deft fingers drew the soft lips of her wetly throbbing cunt apart, and she felt his breath hot on the sensitive inner flesh. Then his lips brushed over the resilient raven curls and involuntarily she thrust her sensually churning pussy up to his young, fine-boned Scandinavian face, trembling at the ecstatic contact of his wetly heated mouth, against her most sensitive flesh. She heard him panting in anticipation of what he was going to do, knew he intended to enslave her even more, and she wanted him to! Sinuously her entire naked body began to respond to his oral ministrations. She cried out softly as the probing tip of his tongue fluttered up and down the wide-open mouth of her pussy like a crazed butterfly. Up and down it slid, wetting, arousing her, dancing from one wide-splayed cunt flange to the other, finally circling the button of her clitoris teasingly for a long minute.