Made up sex story

Just felt like writing fiction for a change. Here it is - kk

June smoothed her skirt down. It was too short. Most of her skirts were too short. Her lipstick was all wrong too. Bright red. A drawer full of different shades of red. Blood red, passion red, cunt red. All her various shades of porn. She had been in the business for far too long. Her wardrobe outed her.

She had bought a new pair of tights, dark ones to hide the obscene length of her legs beneath the short skirt. He had seen her legs of course, but somehow even the idea of a date made June feel more naked than she had been this afternoon.

He was not the best-looking man in the film. He was slightly too tall and angular. It made him seem thinner that he should be. In between takes he put his glasses on and looked a bit like a nude librarian with the ridiculous length of his penis semi-flaccid between stick legs. It had shrivelled completely when she approached her, wrapped in a towel, smoking.

She was not supposed to smoke on set, but this was a water sports scene. The crew were subdued, glancing at June, nodding politely, bringing her towels and glasses of water and averting their eyes when she lit up a cigarette.

He was nervous. He hovered close by for a while, looking down at his long toes whenever she caught his eye. She noticed the colour rising in his cheeks. When he finally stood beside her, the colour climbed back down into his chest, his whole upper body flared red. He was nervous. She stood, smelling of his piss and his semen and he glanced shyly up at her face, blushing, his hands shaking slightly.

"There's this restauraunt," he said, "It is nice. I would like... Would you like... I was wondering..."

The first AD called for positions and the crew moved wearily to their positions. One of the fluffers hovered behind them, a young girl, an up-and-comer with attitude and an eye for the director.

"Time." the girl said brisquely, and he turned toward her and raised a finger.

"Are you asking me on a date?" asked June.

The fluffer rolled her eyes and snapped the rubber glove over her fingers.

"Yes." he said, "if you'd like to, I mean."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

The girl squirted lubricant into the cup of her hand and stepped towards him.

"Come on big fella. You guys can canoodle later," and she took his penis firmly in her hand and June turned away from the fluffing, feeling herself suddenly shy.