A week after that first casting shoot, I couldn't stop thinking about it. The way the lights felt on my skin, how my fingers moved until those orgasms shook me. I had waited so long, holding onto a promise for a boy who disappeared. But now something inside me was awake. I wanted more. I wanted to feel a real man inside me, to let go completely. So I called the studio. They said come back whenever you're ready. I booked the soonest slot. I took the train again, heart racing the whole way. When I walked in, they smiled like they knew. They took me straight to the set. Same soft bed, same warm lights, but this time a sturdy wooden chair sat nearby too. The actor was already waiting. Tall, strong shoulders, dark hair, and glasses. Just a quiet smile that made my stomach flip . Mystery made it hotter. He didn't speak much. He just looked at me like he already knew what I needed. I walked over and started undressing. Slow, like last time. Shirt first, then skirt. When he slid my panties down, I bent forward a little, showing him everything. My body felt alive under his eyes. He stepped closer, kissed my neck, then my lips. Deep, hungry kisses. His hands roamed my back, my hips, then cupped my breasts. I moaned into his mouth. We moved to the bed. He laid me down gently, but the passion built fast. He kissed down my body, sucked on my titties. Then lower. His tongue found my clit, circling slow, then faster. I arched, grabbed his hair. It felt so good I came quick, shaking, thighs squeezing his head. My first orgasm with someone else. I was dripping. He climbed up, positioned between my legs. His cock was thick, hard, pressing against me. He rubbed the tip along my slit, teasing. Then he pushed in slow. The stretch burned a little at first, my hymen giving way. I gasped, nails digging into his back. He paused, kissed me soft, whispered it was okay. Then he moved deeper, inch by inch, until he filled me completely. It hurt and felt amazing at once. He started thrusting, steady, building rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting every push. The bed creaked under us. Passion took over. I moaned louder, begged for more. He went harder, faster. My second orgasm hit like a wave, rolling through me, making me clench around him tight. I cried out, body trembling. The angle hit perfect spots. Pleasure built again, but he was close too. His breathing got rough.
Right after my body shook with leftover tremors from the second orgasm, he lifted me off gently. He stood, looked down at me with dark eyes. Get on your knees, he said, voice low. I want to cum on your tits. I dropped right there on the floor in front of the chair. Knees on the soft bedsheets. I pushed my breasts together, looking up at him. He stroked himself fast, groaning. Then he came hard, thick ropes landing warm across my chest. I felt it drip, hot and sticky. I smiled, still breathless, feeling completely free. I had waited years for one ghost. Now I gave myself to a stranger, and it was everything I needed.
