Some Things Never Change

“Let me worry about getting burnt.” Her fingers danced around the waistband of his navy trousers. He snatched her hands to prevent them from creeping any lower and she gave him that ridiculous smirk. His heart raced and he had trouble breathing, she made him feel dizzy with need.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Lance deep voice rasped and he let go of her hands. She ignored him and splayed her hands across his chest, caressed him from his hard pecs to his abs. He felt electrified as she brandished her signature scent through his shirt so that he now smelled like her.

“Don’t stop now.”

On her drawn breath he flicked his tongue against hers. His hands gripped her by the waist and her neck tilted upwards to meet his. She backed him up against the couch laughing as he took her with him. What started as light playful kissing grew more aggressive with each passing moment as it took on a whole new meaning. This was more than just acting, they wanted each other with every fiber in their being. They both forgot they were in the public eye. She was on top of him cowgirl style grinding on his ere*tion while they kissed, her bandage dress rose up under her butt.

“Oh George!”  She cried out in alarm as her eyes widened at the seriousness of the situation. They weren’t that far from having s*x on the couch in front of strangers. He gently eased her off him.

“Who the hell is George and how can you be thinking of another man when I’m with you.”

“Calm down Lance it’s just a saying my Grandma used to say repeatedly when unexpected things happen.” She leaned in toward him. Lance didn’t know what to think. George could be a previous lover from her high society that she was comparing him to in her mind and that thought angered him.

His body overruled his mind as he pulled her against him to finish what they started. His ere*tion once more nestled at the junction between her legs. She moaned as he su*ked on her neck and then focused attention on her lips. Then she rocked hard against him diverting his attention once more from her mouth. She surprised him by wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, just when he thought they could get no closer.

“CUTTT!!!!”

“Guys take a break, Lou and Wayne get your act together, please keep it PG16 for crying out loud! Next take will be in fifteen minutes. Drink some water guys and cool down. That scene was way too hot to handle even for me.”

By the tenth take Wayne and Lou were both tuckered out and just wanted the scene to be over and done with. Yet they found it hard not to take the kiss further on screen and fought to keep their passion at bay.

Finally they managed to reduce their scene to a chaste kiss on the lips that lasted a mere few seconds. They would have made a nun proud. If you blinked you would have missed it in a space of a few seconds. Everyone on the set could see that there was an undeniable attraction between them and rumors flew keeping everyone entertained. That mutual spark was what ignited their chemistry and made them so perfect for their roles.

The producer was confident that this was going to be the next hit series and kept the director on his toes. He told the director to monitor Lou and Wayne as what made them a great pair on stage could go sour if things took a turn for the worse in real life. The director despaired both actors were secretive and not the talkative type. He always let them know that if they ever needed advice his door was always open, that was the most he could do, Lou and Wayne were consenting adults even if they acted like children. Eventually they wrapped up their scene and the director said Lou was free to go so she hastily beat it to her dressing room.

Wayne had some other scenes to do so she had some time to get her act together before he would come knocking to take her home. She found sanctuary in the safety of her dressing room where she could lock out everyone on set. Internally she cringed. She couldn’t help but feel mortified at her wanton behavior on the set. She practically dry humped Wayne on the set. She was sure everyone could tell that she hadn’t had s*x in years. She hadn’t craved it in the slightest in years since the awkward night she lost her virginity. She felt s*x was over rated so why now of all the times was she insatiable. It seemed Wayne had open the floodgates and all that was about to change, it was inevitable, only a matter of time. Lou stood in front of the mirror and stared at her well kissed but swollen lips. She felt like she was in a daze, oblivious to how much time had passed. She gave a slight jump when she heard a loud knock at the door.

“Come in.”

Wayne came through the door with haste. He tried to be discrete by closing the door and securing it with the latch. Then he made his way towards Lou while he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, he planned to make every second count. His nostrils flared as they caught her scent. He knew she eyed him in the mirror with every step he took towards her. Wayne took good care of his body and his time spent at the gym showed.

She melted under his herculean strength, her eyes raked over his magnificently sculpted chest. His pecs were firm and hard. She practically drooled, he was the type of guy you couldn’t help but stare at when at the beach. She could easily outline his six, no wait, his eight pack.

He was all muscle and leanness thanks to his genes, it came naturally and he didn’t have to spend as much time in the gym as other men did. He had played soccer in high school, where he had to do a lot of weight training to get the right build to play the goal keeper. Even though he didn’t get the opportunity to go pro, he stuck to the strict regimen of diet and exercise. He loved soccer, other than keeping in shape, it was also a great way to maintain his contacts and promote his business locally when playing in the neighborhood with the guys on a Sunday.