The amateur theater group I belonged to was asked to give a performance at a community center over on the coast a couple of hours away from the city we live in. The center didn't have a lot of money to pay for our performance but added the offer of a beach house for us to stay in which was enough of an enticement to get us to make the drive. The six of us spent the first night together in the house which had a great location right on the beach. It had been a busy day driving over, getting the space ready for our performance then doing the show and we all hit the sack pretty early. The house was large enough to accommodate all of us as two rooms had two single beds and the master bedroom with its king sized bed was given over to the only married couple in our troupe who were good naturedly ribbed by the rest of us to keep their "marital antics" quiet.
Besides the man and wife in the master bedroom, I was the only other guy in the group and was also the youngest at 27 years of age. The married couple were only a few years older than me but the other three women were mature single ladies. Now the logistics would assume that two of the women would be in one bedroom and me and the other lady would occupy the third and while that might have made a good tale to write about that is not the way it happened. I did the honorable thing and took the couch not that I didn't get my share of ribald jokes thrown at me for missing out on a great opportunity or offers intended to make me blush, which I did.
Actors are inherently exhibitionists and being in a small theater troupe meant we performed at a lot of venues lacking adequate space for things like dressing rooms. It also means we frequently took on multiple roles which means multiple costume changes. It was very common for us to all be doing costume changes in hallways or other unlikely spaces during a show. We had become very comfortable with each other and our near nudity the close proximity forced upon us. But that didn't mean I never snuck a peek whenever the opportunity arose. I am sure I was peeked at more than casually by the ladies in our troupe as well during those brief moments of undress.
As it turned out the married couple had to get back to town after our second and final performance leaving me and the three ladies on our own. We had made use of our down time earlier that day to buy some snacks and a few bottles of wine for our "wrap" party. Our final bows over, we wrapped up the performance area and retired to our house by the sea as the small town had practically no night life other than performances by vagabond groups like us.
We were feeling pretty good after our show and uncorked some bottles of wine, kicked on the gas fireplace and flopped on the comfy chairs arranged in front of the fire: drinking, eating and chatting away. I should take a moment and describe my companions.
Karen was the oldest, I didn't know exactly how old but I would guess late 50's or early 60's. She had let her short hair go grey which I much preferred over the dyed hair some women use to deny their age. Karen was also the leader or director of our group and while she kept us in line for rehearsals and performances she was very fun to be around. She had a slender athletic frame with b-cup breasts perfect for her body. Maybe I have a mommy fetish or something but Karen did things for me that made me very attracted to her.
Sylvia was a dark-haired Latina with an ample bust, by that I mean nice big round melons that stuck out beautifully and she usually displayed her deep cleavage proudly. Sylvia has caught me staring at her breasts on many occasions and she would just smile, one time I was just staring at her titties for a lot longer than I thought before realizing I was busted. Sylvia then blew my mind by pulling her top down briefly exposing the tops of her dark aureoles. I didn't see the nipples but half her acreage was exposed to my popping eyeballs. An instant chubby for me which she noticed and stared at it for a lingering moment before someone entered the room causing her to hastily cover up. There had never been a repeat but I had many fond remembrances of that act when I was alone in the bathroom with a bottle of lotion.
The troublemaking troubadour of our group was the lovely Jan. In her forties like Sylvia, Jan was often the flirty one and the leader of the naughty jokes and sexy innuendos. I loved her sensual nature but always wondered if she was as sexually promiscuous as she came off. I think she delighted in teasing me with her jokes and taunting me with touches or "accidentally" brushing her tits against me whenever possible. Jan was maybe 5 foot 2 and had perfectly formed body to go with it too, nice C-cup breasts and a cute bubble butt that fueled many a fantasy for me. And me, I am a couples inches short of six feet tall, I don't work out because I have a job that is pretty physical and keeps my 27 year old body pretty toned.
I never had the courage to flirt back or to do anything other than fantasize about the possibilities of getting naked with one of these beauties. I didn't want to spoil a good thing of being around these sexy women.
The women were feeling a little frisky that night after a couple of glasses of vino and began teasing me, with comments about me and my harem, or I'd better watch out as they might take me by force. I became the waiter for the group refilling their wine glasses and secretly hoping to get lucky with one of them. As the night progressed we all got a little more happy with the wine, the women began really getting naughty watching me squirm under their teasing. Sylvia went so far as to put her hand between my legs and stroked my inner thigh as I filled her glass, Karen pointedly stared at my manly bulge when I filled her glass and Jan seemed like she couldn't keep from touching me anytime I got near her, so I got near her as often as possible.
At one point I cried out in mock terror, "Help, I'm being attacked by wild cougars!" Jan growled like a big cat and followed up with a sexy, pouty "meow." Karen asked with a smile if that would be so bad and Sylvia commented that I am probably a predator with young girls. I went to get another bottle of wine to refill our glasses and Jan made her point by reaching over and squeezing my ass as I passed by and saying she would bet that I have a different young lady every night.
I replied while refilling their glasses that it isn't so easy to score with young women. They didn't believe that as they were sure a stud like me was the mighty hunter bagging a trophy all the time. I don't think I'm a stud at all but, I think I'd put myself somewhere on the scale of average, well maybe just a little above average. I think the liquid courage of the wine took hold of me that night and made me throw caution to the wind and get back at them.
