A night at the theatre

I naively believed that so many of my former students had stayed in touch with me after they'd left school because I'd been an inspiring and brilliant teacher, although deep down I suspected that having spent their teenage years staring at my tits as I tried to teach them they thought once they'd reached adulthood they had a chance with me.

Martin had been one such student who'd stayed in touch. He'd always been a lovesick little puppy in my classroom, always offering to help teacher, with his devotion extending to going to film school after graduating presumably in the hope that as a successful actor he'd be able to sweep me off my feet and get into my pants. So when he had messaged to say the performance group he was in were coming to town to put on their new show I felt compelled to accept his invitation.

So that's how I ended up sat in the front row of my local theatre watching "Crackpipes and Tinder Hook Ups", a self described wild and **** look at **** and dating in the 21st century - needless to say "prepare to be shocked!" concluded the preview of the piece. It goes without saying then that the only thing shocking was the atrocious dialogue based around the shallow observations only a group of nineteen year olds could consider to be earth shattering.

If not for the fact I'd promised to meet Martin for a drink after the show I would have left during the interval, but things suddenly improved in the second half of the show as one of Martin's colleagues walked out on stage completely in the buff. I'd noticed him earlier and thought he was pretty cute, but without clothes his body was immaculate - nice strong arms, a chiselled six pack and a beautifully sculpted butt. But my eyes fell were drawn straight to the rock hard erection that was pointing straight at me.

What does a perfect penis look like? Length, girth, and a nice big throbbing cockhead would probably be top of my list, and whilst it might not quite have matched Jake's dick for size the one on show was quite simply the most beautiful manhood I'd ever set eyes on.

I sat open mouthed, barely taking in a word of his monologue, as I stared at that immaculate dick. My cunt ran wet as I imagined all the ways I'd pleasure that cock, slowly teasing it until it could take no more, and how in return it would give my body what I needed. I was going to have some fun with that dick, now I just had to engineer a situation for it to happen.

Much to my disappointment my new target left the stage and when he came back his clothes were sadly back on. If I'd thought the first half of the show had dragged it was nothing compared to the second as my body quivered with excitement at the treat that was hopefully in store for it.

When it eventually finished I grabbed a copy of the program notes, his name was Lee and he had no idea what was in store. I headed to the bar where I'd agreed to meet Martin before my raging hormones told me I couldn't waste any time having a drink with him. I sent him a quick apology text, before utilising my knowledge of the theatre to track down Lee's changing room.

Excitedly I knocked on the door...