Behind You! by Jessica Knight

It's Christmas time and everyone is merry, especially the cast and crew of this pantomime. What exactly did the lighting technician see that night back stage? Find out why actors are such a randy lot and you’ll soon have those festive juices flowing too.

If you think actors and actresses are a horny bunch, then you’d be right. Christmas times at theatres across the country are a hotbed of snogging, shagging and custard! Why is this? Well its panto season of course and with a cast and crew of fifty stuck in the same building for 3 months, day and night, lots of naughty relationships start to brew.

I was working on Peter Pan one year and after the first week of shows, you settle into a routine and each night becomes, well, a job basically. I was part of the stage crew, a lighting technician and spent my time setting up special effects lighting, timing fireworks and constantly fixing the fairy lights that covered the back wall. Backstage is always chaotic, with dancers stretching, crocodiles running around, men in drag and women in sailor outfits, believe me its very difficult to find some peace and quiet. In the first half I had a free 15 minutes between jobs. This wasn’t enough time to get to the green room to make a cup of tea, so I used to sit on a pile of foam fish (used by Captain Hook to throw at Peter Pan) in a corner by the back wall. So I used to stretch out and power nap. As its pitch black, there’s not a lot else to do.

There I was on my fish hill one night and those pea lights on the back wall were flickering on and off. I crawled forward a couple of metres and started checking for loose ones. On the other side of the stage was a quick-change area, which was basically a couple of clothes rails with a sheet stuck on them. I could just see the top of Captain Hook ‘s head, as he was frantically throwing off his shirt. By now I had a string of fairy lights in my hands, none of which I could get to work. Then I noticed a light come on behind the changing screens. I was a bit puzzled as the freestanding lamp wasn’t needed on stage for ages but just presumed the lighting operator was saving himself some time by putting it on early. What I could see now was the silhouette of the changer perfectly, just like a shadow puppet show.

I presumed that Captain Hook having changed was resting before his next scene. Then some else appeared and hurled themselves at Hook and they embraced, which proved difficult as Hook had to be careful not to squash their wings. Wings, right, it must be Tinkerbelle. Now actors hug each other al the time, in that luvvie type way but these two had their faces joined together for a long time. So you’re thinking two actors having a bit of a fumble backstage, no big deal. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal if Tinkerbelle hadn’t been going out with Peter Pan and, as you know, women play all principal boy parts. Not such a gay little fairy after all.

More like a horny sprite! Tinkerbelle was making her way down to Hook’s breeches and began tugging at his flies. Costumes have to be taken off in a hurry, so are usually covered in press-studs and Velcro for easy exit. In no time those little fairy hands were working away at Hook’s bulge that soon turned into a big hard cock. She wasted no time in getting on her knees and taking his prick in her mouth. Hook’s hands grabbed her head and made sure he got it deep throat with every thrust. Unfortunately I never got to see the end of the sex show, I suddenly realised I was late for my cue and had to rush off.

A few nights later, I was near the quick-change area fixing that freestanding lamp. Tinkerbelle arrived and looked a little disappointed. “Looking for someone,” I asked
“No, not really. Why do you ask?”
“Thought perhaps you had a secret rendezvous planned.” Tinkerbelle looked shocked and then smiled. “Ok what’s the latest from the rumour machines”.
“Actually I saw it all with my own eyes and dear Tinkerbelle, do you have an anti-gag mechanism in that fairy throat of yours?” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Would you like me to demonstrate,” and with that she pushed me up against the wall and placed her lips on mine and we stood there snogging, tasting each other, our hearts beating fast and our nipples hardening.

She slid her hands up my back and undid my bra and gently pinched my nipples before flicking her tongue over them, then sucking with the odd cheeky bite. My pussy was throbbing and as if sensing this, Tinkerbelle undid my flies and pulled my trousers to my ankles, caressing my inner thighs and rubbing my pussy, making my juices soak my g-string. She looked up at me and stuck two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them like she had Hook’s cock. Slowly she peeled my knickers off and rubbed her wet fingers on my pussy lips, dipping into my cunt but never giving me the length I wanted. My clit was erect and needing attention and sure enough her tongue worked around it, engorging it more, then she nibbled it tenderly followed by a session of tongue flicks that made me gasp. I was really enjoying this; oral sex wasn’t usually part of the job.

She held my lips apart and got her tongue into my cunt, her face deep in my pussy juices. Working in and out of my hot hole, feeling better than any cock, I grabbed her head and pushed her further into me, craving more, wanting to come on her face. She grabbed my buttock and with the other hand stuck three fingers into me and her tongue returned to my clit. Those fingers pumped me hard and my clit was continuously covered by feather light erotic kisses and bites, the feeling of those hot fleshy lips around it making my body shiver. My head flung back and my back arched, the palm of my hands flat against the wall as that moment of sheer ecstasy arrived. She put her tongue in my cunt as the orgasm came and kept flicking it in and out, tasting my pussy spunk. Then I heard the audience shout “Behind you!” and she was up on her feet, scampering towards the stage.

I had been fairy fucked. Captain Hook didn’t know what he was missing.