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Secret Rendezvous – Chapter 2
Megan sat in the hair and makeup chair as she was prepared for her day of filming. She had been there for two and a half hours and as the team finished she would be ushered off to wardrobe. They had just started filming episode two of season four and she was quickly finding herself back in the swing of things. She couldn't help but love her job, although the hours were grueling. She looked at herself in the mirror admiring the team's excellent work on her makeup and the exquisite work on her hair and the beautiful crown. She smiled at her resemblance as she moved to get up from the chair and grab her things. Suddenly she heard the door to the trailer open and assuming it may be Linda to check in on the final progress of her hair and makeup, she started, "Well I think I'm all set. I'm just grabbing my coffee and phone before heading to costume, if you want to check and make sure everything looks okay." However the voice that answered was much deeper than she had expected and she was startled to hear the familiar voice answer her, "My queen always looks exquisite." Quickly turning at the sound of his voice, Megan saw Alan standing in the doorway of the trailer.
Utterly shocked to see him there, Megan immediately thought back to their last encounter. Just a couple of weeks ago, Alan had found her when she returned to Toronto at her favorite bar. And, as was always their story, one thing led to another, and before long they were in each other's arms exercising their heated passion that rarely could be contained. At the end of their heated dalliance in a park, which she now thought of blushing at their indiscretion, she had asked him back to her place where they had continued into the evening and late morning. This rendezvous had lasted a bit longer than was typically normal for them, but it had also been awhile since she had seen him.
"Alan," Megan asked with questioning in her voice, "what are you doing here?" Alan moved into the trailer and shut the door behind him. "Well I found out you were all filming today and Fred asked if I wanted to stop by, so I took him up on his offer knowing that I would be able to see you again today," Alan stated as he walked up to Megan, standing just a foot from her. His sudden movement to be so close to her took her by surprise and she took a quick gasp of breath. Alan noticed her reaction and smiled; he then lifted his hand to touch one of the soft curls that was framing her face before taking his hand and cupping the side of her face, running his thumb along her cheek, "God, I always loved seeing you on set." Megan closed her eyes at his touch, allowing herself to warm at his touch. She took a deep breath before reaching her hands up to take his away from her face and to hold it in hers. "Alan, I'm so happy to see you here, but this is dangerous," she practically whispered, knowing that someone could come in at any time. "Megs, I just needed to see you again. I know it is soon since the last time we were or I mean, since we saw each other, but knowing you are so close now, and I just couldn't get that night out of my head. So, when I was talking with Fred and he mentioned stopping by, I couldn't say no," Alan finished.
Although Megan didn't want to admit it, she too couldn't get that night out of her mind. The way that Alan had taken her in that park, she replayed the events in her mind and her heart beat faster just at the thought. Why had they been so in tune with each other that night? Megan started slowly, "I must admit that it was amazing, but…" just as Megan was about to finish her comment, the door to the trailer opened and Megan quickly released Alan's hand, taking a step back from him. Linda walked in with her head down before even noticing who was in the trailer, carrying several bags with her. "Megan, off you go to costuming," Linda began, but then noticed a tall frame in front of her. Looking up, she realized who it was and dropped the bags in exclamation, "Alan! What are you doing here?" With her hands free she quickly wrapped them around Alan, giving him a hug. "This is so unexpected; I am so happy to see you. Aww, look at this, our King and Queen reunited," Linda finished. "Linda, it's great to see you too. How has everything been? This one isn't giving you a hard time is she," he asked motioning towards Megan. Linda smiled widely, "It's been fantastic and I'm happy to be back filming. You know we all love Megan." Megan was standing there listening and smiling at the banter between Alan and Linda, but she knew she had to be off.
"Well, if you two want to catch up, I had better be going," Megan stated, again gathering her things and heading for the door. But Alan wasn't going to let her go that quickly. "You know Linda, I had better show Megan the way. She's a bit forgetful in the morning and we wouldn't want her to get lost," he smiled as he followed behind Megan. "It was great seeing you Alan. I'm sure I'll see you later," she remarked as she bent down to pick up her dropped bags. Alan was close behind Megan and as she was opening the door to the trailer to walk out, he placed his hand on her behind, giving her a little nudge. Megan quickly turned to look at him with warning in her eyes, as the door opened and she stepped out. Knowing that she couldn't say anything, Alan asked in jest, "Is everything okay?" Megan raised an eyebrow at him knowing that Linda could still hear what they were saying before she said, "Yep. Everything is fine." Linda was still laughing a bit to herself, picking up the bags and stating under her breath, "Fond memories of our King and Queen."
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As Megan and Alan started their walk towards wardrobe, Megan shot him a glance. "You had better be more careful around everyone else. Linda doesn't always pick up on everything, but there are much more observant people around the set," she warned him. "I would never blow our cover," Alan commented, looking straight ahead, but smirking at the warning in Megan's voice before he continued, "Especially if it meant not having those legs of yours wrapped around me." Megan took another deep breath thinking to herself, so this is how it was going to be all day? Alan teasing her and tormenting her, when all she could think about was his lips on her and them wrapped in each other's arms. It was going to be a long day she thought to herself. "Perhaps you should go and find Fred while I finish up in costume," she stated, knowing she needed a bit of time to herself because of the way he was making her feel. "Whatever you wish," Alan said, before leaning down to her ear and whispering so only she could hear, "perhaps I'll be the one to get you out of that costume later." And with that, he turned from her and walked towards the sets. Megan took another deep breath, steadying herself before she continued on her way to wardrobe.
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Today's costume was a bit more intricate for Megan and it was taking a bit longer than usual for them to dress her. Her costume consisted of a chemise slip, a large petticoat skirt, along with a large black skirt that went on top, followed by a black corset, a gold ruffled blouse and finally a high collared floor length burgundy and gold coat, not to mention the gold pointed, diamond encrusted satin heels she would be in. She stood in her dressing room as one of the designers had rushed off to fix some of the beading on the floor length coat. Her corset was already pulled tight and tied and her golden ruffled blouse remained on the hanger as she waited for the designer to return. There was no point in her getting overheated in too many layers before she actually had too. She was relieved at how cool they kept the castle sets, especially due to all of the layers she typically had to wear.
Getting antsy, Megan opened the drape to her dressing room and stepped out to look at herself in the double mirror. Although she hated the restriction of the corset, she did admire the extra shape it gave her. With the corset on and her billowing skirt, she had the perfect hourglass shape and her chest sat high within the corset, practically spilling out. She thought briefly back to what Alan had said about being the one to remove her costume this evening and she smiled at her reflection thinking that this was much more enticing than all of the layers he would see her in on set.
The main door to the costume department opened and Megan looked to see if Julie had returned with her coat. Expecting to see Julie, Megan had started back towards her dressing room, but then she saw the familiar devilish grin. Shaking her head, with a glint in her eyes, she started, "You have to be kidding me? I just sent you away an hour ago and you are already back?" Although she was a bit frustrated, at the same time, she was happy he had showed up just now; this is exactly how she wanted him to see her. She placed her hands on her hips, standing straight with her chest pushed out a bit and pouted at him in mock anger. As he approached her, he began, "Well Fred is wondering where..." and he stopped mid-sentence when he caught full sight of her. His eyes opened wide and he looked her up and down slowly and then once more finally allowing his eyes to rest at the top of her corset. She was grinning from ear to ear inwardly, but she would never let him see it. Recognizing that his mouth had fallen slightly open, Alan closed it but couldn't help himself from stepping closer and closer to her. "My sweets, I have a feeling you know exactly what it is you are doing to me," Alan breathed heavily, not taking his eyes off of her. As he continued to get closer to her, he reached out his arms to grab her around the waist and she playfully turned and ran towards her dressing room. "Oh no you don't," she called over her shoulder, making it to her dressing room and sliding the drape half way shut before Alan pushed his way in the room with her.
Alan quickly grabbed the drape and closed it the rest of the way behind him. Megan had backed herself into the corner of the dressing room and was now looking into Alan's lustful eyes. His gaze was so full of passion, if he were a dangerous animal she swears he would have eaten her in that moment. Speaking softly Megan said, "Alan remember we need to..." but she didn't finish before he interrupted her, "Don't you even think of stopping me with you looking like that and knowing what you are doing to me." He barely let the last word leave his mouth before his head and lips moved down to hers and he crushed her mouth with intensity. She had moved her hands up to his chest in a last minute thought of pushing him away, but her resolve quickly disappeared when his lips met hers. The force and hunger of the kiss made her moan into his mouth. Just that bit of encouragement and yearning from Megan pushed Alan further and he moved his tongue to her lips, parting them for his entrance. Their tongues found each other rapidly and as they deepened their kiss, Megan's hands moved from Alan's chest, in opposition to him, to behind his head, pulling him ever closer to her. Alan then wrapped one arm around Megan's waist and let the other hand brace himself against the wall of the dressing room above Megan's head as he placed the full weight of his body against her.
Thinking of her in that tight corset, Alan broke their kiss and tilted his head down to look upon Megan's heaving cleavage. The swell of her breasts, with her heavy breathing made him ache hard against her. Snickering at his line of vision Megan devilishly inquired, "Does my King see something he likes?" Alan couldn't contain himself and his head moved quickly down to her chest, with his hands he grasped the side of each breast pushing them together closer to his face and he plunged his tongue between her breasts, licking both sides of the valley in between. Her eyes immediately closed, with her head falling back to rest against the wall and she allowed her senses to relish in the feel of him and his lips and his tongue. Alan was feverish in his movements and he moved his mouth to her left breast, which he always recognized to be slightly bigger than the right, and with its ampleness sticking out of the corset he bit the top of it which forced a gasp from Megan's mouth. He then moved to the right and again bit her, leaving a heart shaped red mark. "Alan!" Megan said with exclamation and warning. "Do you want me to stop," Alan asked with his head still hovering at her chest as he again bent down, this time sticking his tongue between the edge of the material and her skin, knowing her would find the perky tips just below. He found what he was looking for and this time Megan moved her hands to brace herself again the walls of dressing room as she audibly gasped for air.
Alan was working his tongue along the material as his hands had moved to her skirts. He was vehemently pulling them up on each side of her hip, trying to gather the material at her waist, when his movements halted at the sound of her name. "Megan? Megan, it looks like we have everything worked out with the jacket and we should be able to get you off to the set," came the voice of the costume designer. Megan's eyes flew open at the sound of her name and she quickly stood up straight, almost hitting Alan's face in the process. Seeing that he wasn't reacting fast enough, Megan grabbed his shoulders to pull him upright and to push him to the opposite corner of the dressing room. If anyone found them in here, their secret rendezvous would surely be blown, especially if anyone happened to glance at the straining of Alan's manhood against his jeans. Oh, dear lord, what situation did the two of them gets themselves into?
Megan put a finger to Alan's lips to quiet him and he jokingly licked the tip of her finger. She could have killed him. Allowing herself one more deep breath, so that she wouldn't sound winded, she then stated, "Julie, I'm just in here finishing putting on my blouse." Megan reached for the gold ruffled shirt and quickly pushed her arms through the sleeves, allowing the rest of the shirt to hang open, as she pulled the drape slightly open and walked out from the dressing room. Megan had not wanted Julie to pull the drape and find both her and Alan standing in the small room together. She pulled the drape closed behind her saying, "You know it's a bit warm in there, I would prefer getting dressed out here where it's a bit cooler." Julie looked at her quizzically before saying, "Whatever you say boss." Megan smiled at her and Julie started helping Megan button the rest of the blouse when she saw the bright red mark on the top of Megan's chest. "Are you okay? Did something from the costume poke you or put that mark on you," Julie asked out of concern. Megan looked down flustered and saw the red heart shaped mark at the top of her breast. "Umm, you know, I did feel a pinch earlier when I had the coat on. That must have been it. I'll let you know if it keeps bothering me," she finished. Julie was a bit taken back by Megan's flustered state, but just shook her head and continued to dress her.
As all of the pieces came together, Julie was quick to get Megan out the door and to the set. "I heard Fred has been asking for you, so you better be on your way. Oh, and they said they sent Alan to look for you, so maybe you will see him out there too. I didn't see him on my way back in," Julie finished. Shaking her head in the affirmative but not wanting Julie to see the shock on her face, Megan headed straight for the door, calling out behind her, "I will see if I can find him." All the while Alan was stuck in the dressing room trying to muffle his laughter. Megan wasn't sure how he was going to escape that dressing room without being seen, but it served him right.
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Megan stepped on the set a little bit winded, having briskly walked from costume, knowing that Fred and the rest of the cast and crew were waiting on her. "There you are Megs," Fred said looking up from the filming equipment as he was beginning to eye up the shots for the different scenes; continuing he said, "I thought perhaps Alan had kidnapped you. I sent him out to get you forty minutes ago." "Oh, really," Megan asked questioningly, shaking her head and frowning, "I never saw him. Perhaps he's catching up with someone he met along the way."
Megan walked to her chair right off of the set and placed her stuff down, grabbing the script from her bag. She usually didn't need to review her lines the day of filming, but today she was totally off of her game with Alan surprising her. A light blush was rising in her cheeks as she thought of their "circumstances" just fifteen minutes earlier, partly because of the embarrassment of almost getting caught, but mainly because she was still yearning for him and had not gotten all of the excitement out of her system yet. She looked down at the script now, focusing on her lines as she slid on a pair of reading glasses. Fred called from the set, "Okay Megan, you are up." She put the script down on her chair and walked onto the set and looked down at the floor to find where her markers were. Stepping into place, she looked over at Fred who was looking back at her quizzically. "What," she asked, "Is something wrong?" "Well it would all be fine if our Queen Catherine wore glasses," Fred replied back sarcastically with a smile spreading across his face. "Ooops," she quickly stated, running from her spot to quickly remove her glasses and place them on her chair. God, she needed to pull herself together.
She found herself back in her spot as Fred helped the crew arrange the cameras before he called action for the scene. Everything was set, when Alan came running onto the set, straight for Megan. Her eyes shot open wide with him approaching her, right as Fred was about to begin the scene. "Alan," she said scolding him, "Fred was just about to start the scene." "Sorry Fred," Alan called over his shoulder, not allowing the warning in Megan's voice to stop him in the least before he continued, "Well if you hadn't dropped this in front of me on your way out of costume, I wouldn't have had to postpone the shot." In his hand was one of the earrings she should be wearing. Megan grabbed the earring from his hand and he slightly held on to her hand as she pulled away, flirtatiously raising one eyebrow at her. She set her mouth, pulling her hand free and proceeded to put the earring in. She had hoped no one had heard his last comment to her when Fred piped up in front of everyone, "Wait, I thought you two never ran into each other?"
Besides actually being caught in the act, everything was going wrong in Megan's mind. Here she was again trying to come up with an excuse for why she had lied to Fred. Alan could tell Megan was struggling so he chimed in, "Well we never actually got to meet up. I was walking into the back entrance of wardrobe as she was heading out the front and I just happened to see the earring fall. And then I got caught talking with some of the designers. I'm sorry for my tardiness," he finished, grinning at Megan as he knew she owed him now for saving her. "Whatever you two say," Fred replied too busy trying to get the scene started to really worry about their excuses. Megan breathed a sigh of relief as Alan stepped from the set and Fred called action on the scene.
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Besides a couple of lines that she missed at the beginning of filming, the rest of the morning sailed by for Megan. She was a bit flustered at the beginning with Alan looking over Fred's shoulder, knowing that he was observing her every movement on set, but that was quickly overcome. As soon as she hit her stride, there was never any stopping her and her professionalism always trumped any jitters she might have. After a while she actually didn't mind having Alan on set observing her; in fact she felt a bit saucy with him there which always helped with her character.
As they wrapped for the morning, Megan went back to her chair to collect her things and head to lunch. Glancing around, she didn't see Alan anywhere. That was surprising as she was sure he would want to eat lunch with her and the rest of the crew. She picked up her bag and then reached for her phone and realized she had just received a text message. Looking at the phone without having to unlock it she saw the message, "Trailer" and noted that it was from Alan. He wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted, which made her smile. Their episode had ended way to early this morning and both of them had ached to finish what they started. She had just an hour before they would need to be back on set and she gathered her things, hoping no one would see her slip away.
With items in hand, she briskly walked to the back of the set and around one of the back walls, trying to escape everyone's glances. She had almost made it when she heard a deep voice call out after her, "Megan, where are you going? I thought we would all grab a bite together," Fred mentioned questioningly, thinking that he, Megan and Alan would all eat lunch together. Tossing a glance over her shoulder Megan started, "You know, I'm just not feeling the best. I was going to rest a bit before we started this afternoon. But, if you see Alan, let him know I'm sorry and we can all catch up later." She then continued on her way and she heard Fred mumble, "Suit yourself."
Continuing on her way, as quickly as she could proceed in her costume, she walked to her trailer. It was a gorgeous day with the sun shining and as she approached her trailer she noticed that Alan wasn't around. Squinting into the sun she looked about but didn't see him. Frustration took over her a bit as he knew she wouldn't have long before she needed to be back on set. Looking around once more, she grabbed for the key of her trailer and unlocked it, stepping up inside.
She had just closed the door when it was swiftly opened again and Alan was behind her, pushing her further inside so that he could enter and close the door behind him. She didn't turn to face him, but heard him lock the door behind him. She took another step forward and was turning to look at him, when he stopped her, grabbing her waist from behind and forcefully pulling her back up against his chest. Her heart was already starting to beat faster with the way he was touching her. Leaning his head down so that his lips were at her ear he whispered, "You have kept me waiting, now you will close your eyes and do what I say." Under regular circumstances, his forceful manner would be welcomed, but she was nervous about him messing up either her costume or hair, as she wouldn't have time to correct it. "Okay, Alan, but I need you to…" and before she could continue, his lips were on her neck, kissing her below her ear, as his hands moved to the buttons on her gold blouse, working to undo the top buttons. His lips worked magic on her skin and her eyes closed as she reached a hand around to grab the back of his head. As the buttons were loosed at the top of her blouse and the ruffle fell away from her, she turned her head to the side allowing Alan to easily access the full length of her neck.
In a fluid motion, after he had undone the remaining buttons of her shirt, he undid the clip of the coat and pulled both the shirt and coat from her form, allowing it to fall to the ground and pool at her feet. Again nervous about the costume, she went to open her eyes, until Alan saw her and warned her, "I said to only do what I tell you to. Keep your eyes closed." She did as she was told, as Alan took his hands and ran them softly up her arms to her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. Grabbing her shoulders, he moved her forward and turned her, so that her back was against the wall with her eyes still closed.
Her lips had parted and she was breathing in expectation of his touch. Seeing her soft pink lips, Alan bent down and softly kissed them, letting his lips brush against hers lightly. He took his tongue and ran it over her lips as they remained parted. She brought her hands to his head again to try and pull him closer for a more intense kiss, but he grabbed both wrists in one hand and held them slightly over her head. With his other hand, he placed it behind her neck and motioned for her to turn her head to the side. She did so obediently and his head moved back to her neck under her ear and he slowly started a trail of hot kisses down her neck to her collarbone. When he reached that sensitive spot on her, he licked and sucked on her skin until she moaned from the sensation.
Knowing he was getting the reaction he wanted, he took the side of his cheek and with the light stubble he brushed it across the top of her chest, allowing his face to rest for a moment on the tops of her mounds. He loved her breasts and always spent plenty of time giving them his attention. Taking his free hand, he moved his hand to the top of her right breast and knowing the tip was close to the edge of her corset, he used his thumb to pull it free from the material. When the cool air touched it, it perked and he continued to tease it, moving his thumb back and forth over the top. Megan was now wiggling her wrists trying to free herself and groaning under his touch. But, he refused to let her go, as he continued to tease her so that her senses would ultimately peak for him. Lifting his cheek now from her left breast, he did the same to it, removing her tip from the constraint of the corset but this time teasing it with his mouth and tongue. Breathily she pleaded, "Alan please," but she wasn't even sure what she wanted as her sensations were exploding.
She arched herself against him and he pulled back slightly to look at her beautiful form. He was straining against his own jeans, but this was all for her. She was slowly licking her lips and he took the opportunity to meet his tongue with hers. Knowing he had the advantage she teasingly bit his tongue. Pulling back in surprise he growled, "You naughty girl. You will pay for that." She smiled at his threat, knowing the pleasure that would come with it. "I'm going to let your hands go, but they must remain at your sides and under no circumstances are you to open your eyes," he instructed her. Releasing her wrists, her hands immediately went to her sides. He then bent down in front of her and began working her skirts up her form. As he inched them up, he placed his head between her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs. Uncontrollably she wanted to move her hands to his head, but she remembered what he had told her and she slid them behind her back trying to keep them from moving. When he reached his destination, he found her throbbing and warm. He licked the lace of her thong and she threw her head back against the wall at his touch and groaned. She had begun to see stars and she was frantic to keep still for him. Using his hand, he then slid the lace aside and his tongue went back to its destination licking and flicking her, back and forth, so that he tasted her completely. As his tongue moved faster, she could feel her eyes rolling back and there was no feeling besides the explosion of senses from his intimate touch. In one final movement, everything around her went numb and her knees buckled, as she moaned his name and her hands reached for the wall to grab onto anything to steady herself. Alan grabbed her waist under the skirts to keep her steady. When he was sure he had her, he moved up her form and allowed the skirts to fall back into place. She was still having a hard time breathing as he moved up to her ear again and his lips brushed her whispering, "Now that's lunch."
Her eyes were closed when a knock came at the door. "Megan, since you weren't feeling well, I brought you a little something to eat," came Fred's familiar voice. He continued, "You know it's funny that I never did see Alan. But, well, I have you some chicken soup." Megan went back into panic mode, as she ushered Alan into her bathroom and quickly went to the floor to retrieve her shirt and coat. "I'll be right there," she called out, wondering how many times this could possibly happen to her in one day.
She was frantically buttoning her shirt and had pulled the coat on as well, although she was warm from the exertions and was slightly sweating. Again Fred knocked asking, "Is everything okay?" Megan walked to the door and opened it quickly. "Sorry, yes, I'm fine," she stated. "You look a little flush," he stated, walking up the stairs and into her trailer, "you don't think you are getting sick?" She raised her hand to her head to wipe a bead of sweat from her brow and replied back, "No, I just think I'm a bit warm with the costume today and all of the layers."
Just then the toilet flushed in her bathroom and you could hear the sink come on with someone washing their hands. Megan couldn't believe Alan's audacity. She had just wanted him to remain quiet in there until Fred had left. Fred looked at Megan and she started, "Oh, Alan dropped by as well, just to make sure I was feeling okay." "Hmmm," he replied back just shaking his head in acknowledgement. Alan then stepped from her bathroom, drying his hands, with a grin on his face. Fred began to chat with them for several minutes before he looked at this watch and said, "Well Megs, I'm going to head back to the set. You should probably follow behind me shortly." She gathered herself and said, "Oh, I think I'm ready," and reached for her bag and phone. As Fred walked towards the door, he looked back over his shoulder, "You may want to straighten the buttons on your blouse first; it looks like you missed one." She looked down and saw that she had unevenly buttoned the blouse. Heat rose from her neck to her cheeks, but Fred was already out the door and gone.
Looking over at Alan, she scowled at him before saying, "You owe me dinner for everything that has happened today. Good Lord, Fred knows now," she finished putting her face in her hands. Alan moved to her and put his arms around her to comfort her before iterating the obvious, "Sweets, Fred has known for a while now…we aren't that sneaky." Megan looked up at him, astonished that Fred would actually know. Then Alan continued, "But, I'll take you for dinner, even though I think it's you that owes me."
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The remainder of filming that day went quickly and Megan did everything in her power to remain distant from Alan. She was cordial with him while everyone was in a group talking, but she couldn't bare another close mishap. Even if Fred did know, as Alan had indicated, it was apparent that he was keeping it to himself. But, if anyone else found out, she wasn't sure that would be the case. As the final scene ended, Megan made her rounds to say goodbye to everyone. Rose had asked if her and Alan would be interested in getting something to eat with the rest of the crew, but Megan continued her story that she still wasn't feeling the best and thought she would head home early. Alan made up a similar excuse.
As Megan finally made her way from the set, Alan approached her, looking around to ensure they were alone. Megan immediately put her hand up and said, "Do not even think about following me back to my trailer," she then looked about cautiously before proceeding, "go ahead out to your truck and I'll meet you there shortly as soon as I've changed." Alan looked at her teasingly and wanted nothing more than her in that moment; he would take her anywhere and everywhere if she let him, but he complied. "Then I will see you shortly," he replied and turned walking towards parking.
She made her first stop at hair and makeup, where they made quick work to undo her hair. As her hair fell about her shoulders, she asked if they minded putting a few curls in it. "Hot date tonight," one of the girls asked teasingly. Megan just smiled without offering an excuse in return. Instead of heading to wardrobe, knowing she was limited on time, Megan went straight to her trailer. Quickly she removed her costume, knowing she could return it to wardrobe in the morning. Looking in her small closet, she didn't keep a lot of clothes here at the studios. She found a short pink and black floral summer skirt that she could wear along with a silky button up sleeveless blouse. Looking for a comfortable pair of flats to pair with the outfit, all she could find to match were a strappy pair of black heeled sandals. Well, this would have to do and she was sure Alan would be pleased. She breathed a sigh of relief knowing that as soon as she joined Alan and they left the studious that she no longer had to worry.
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Megan opened the door to the passenger side of Alan's truck and hopped in. He already had the engine turned on and ready to go, but when she sat next to him, he still took a moment to look at her. She didn't wear skirts or dresses often, but when she did, he loved it. The way her skirt slid up her thighs and showed off her legs already had him thinking about later this evening and with those black heels she was wearing, he needed to stop looking and start driving. He put the truck into reverse and asked, "Well where would you like to go for dinner? I'm sure you are hungry after not eating lunch today," and the thought of this afternoon put a smile on his face. She smiled too at the memory; now that the day was complete and she felt safe from prying eyes, she couldn't help but think of how amazing her and Alan's chemistry were. Keeping their hands off of one another was almost impossible when there were around each other. Finally she chimed in, "You decide, you are in the driver's seat." "If you say so," Alan said and started driving with a place in mind.
Putting on some music, Megan thought about how Alan had tortured her all day with his teasing. He did say that she owed him, so slowly she scooted over closer to him in the front seat. He glanced over at her out of the corner of his eye asking suggestively, "What are you doing?" Smirking she answered, "Something about repayment." She then turned to him and getting onto her knees on the seat close to him, she moved her lips to his ear, placing one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his chest. She began to lightly blow in his ear before taking her teeth and lightly nipping at his ear lobe. She then moved to kiss him underneath his ear and in the process moved her legs so that she was straddling one Alan's thighs. His eyes closed momentarily and his breathing increased. Noticing his reaction, Megan said seductively, "Oh no you don't. You are driving; keep your eyes open and on the road."
Alan quickly tried to put his attention back on the road. Both of his hands were gripping the wheel tightly as Megan continued to kiss down his neck and now rubbed herself against his thigh. A breathy, "ohhhh," escaped Alan's lips. Megan stopped momentarily to unbutton just a couple of the top buttons of her shirt, so that if he did look at her, he would get fleeting glances of her cleavage. As she did so, Alan couldn't help but look at her once, trying to keep both his eyes on the road and on her at the same time. Taking his shirt in her hands, Megan also undid the first couple of buttons on his shirt so that she could move her kisses from his neck, down to his collarbone and to the top of his muscular chest. She repaid the favor and bit him twice, as he moaned in shock, taking one hand from the steering wheel and entwining it in her hair.
She used her tongue and continued to kiss his chest, but took one of her hands and slipped it between his legs to rub his growing manhood. "Oh god, Megs," he groaned. Keeping his eyes open, his head flew back hitting the head rest of his seat. She continued her unrelenting teasing and Alan took his hand and slid it underneath her skirt and up her thigh, until he reached her butt cheek and realized that the thong from earlier was no longer there in place. He squeezed the cheek, loving how it felt in his hand, and she gasped and grinned devilishly. She then rubbed her hand over him harder and again moved herself against his thigh. "This isn't going to work," he remarked fiercely, as he grabbed the wheel and took the first turn he could down a dark road. "Is this just too tempting for you," she whispered, moving her mouth back to his ear.
Alan sped up and found a dimly lit quiet spot where he could pull off the side of the road and immediately parked the car there. "You have made me wait long enough," he growled lowly, turning the engine off and turning his attention towards Megan. When Megan looked at his eyes, they were burning with fire and she ached for him. Alan then slid both of his hands under her skirt, grabbing onto her ass and pulling her closer to him, as he moved his head to find her lips and kiss her passionately. He kissed her so hard that she could feel her lip bruising, but he had waited all day and his passion was now uncontainable and she had worked him into a frenzy.
Sliding her from his thigh, he laid her back down onto the seat so that she was staring up at him. He was quick to remove his shirt and she reached her hands to his jeans to help undo them. When his shirt was free and on the floor of the truck, he took both hands and grabbed the bottom of her blouse, tearing it open, as the buttons flew everywhere. Megan gasped with cool touch of the air hitting her bare skin and Alan moved his hands to squeeze both of her breasts enclosed within the lace confines of her bra. His head moved down to right below her breasts and he kissed a trail of fire down to her belly button, where he gently took his tongue to tease her. The heat between her legs intensified and she could feel all of her senses aching for him. Her eyes closed and she breathed his name slowly, "Alllannn." Every time she called his name, she enticed him more.
He moved back up her frame, nipping the tips of each of her breasts through the lace, and then continued up to meet his lips with hers. Her hands went to behind his head as she lightly raked her nails over him. She arched up against him again, signaling that she needed him inside of her. He took his cue and removed his jeans and boxers the rest of the way. Moving her skirt up to her waist, he took one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder as he moved the other around his waist. God, the way she looked with her legs wrapped around him in those heels. He moved to look at her frame telling her, "You will scream my name before this is all over," and with that he plunged himself into her. Her leg shuttered and her heel hit the horn on the steering wheel, but they never stopped, as Alan pulled her leg tighter around his waist. He continued his fluid movements and she met him with each thrust as her hands went above her head and she braced herself against the door. He grabbed her with both hands on her waist and moved faster pulling her to him. Both of their eyes closed at the same time as their movements became more heated and frantic. They had reached a precipice and Alan's breath was heavy as Megan's lips opened groaning in expectation. With a final thrust, they jumped together and Megan called out Alan's name, ringing in both of their ears. Their ascension was shear bliss and Alan collapsed onto Megan with her legs still wound tightly around him. Their skin glowed with pleasure and Megan draped her arms over his back. Their breathing took time to slow to a regular pace as they lay in each other's arms. Alan finally spoke, "So, I guess no dinner. Perhaps take out at my place?" Megan opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling, shaking her head in agreement.
