The Quick Change

1:30Soft opening. The work lights are off, and it?s dark backstage.* I?ll definitely need some help.* ?I can do it in ninety,? I had said confidently, but I had no idea the sophistication of this costume.* Trying it on with two wardrobe assistants in a well-lit dressing room and this are such totally different experiences as to not even merit comparison.The stage hand who got assigned to help was waiting for me in the wing.* I gulped when I saw them.* They are so hot, and I?m about to be naked in front of them?* Just a few feet away, I feel the resonant voices of those I admire, and in my core the butterflies that accompany the moments before any performance.?Don?t worry,? they say, clearly sensing çankaya escort my anxiety.* ?I know a shortcut.?From the moment I pass through the curtains I feel their hands on me.* Even as I think this they?re unfastening each and every button, toggle, and buckle necessary to slip the whole thing past my shoulders.* No time is wasted.?You?re fast.??Quieter,? they whisper.I nod, ?Right.??Nervous???Definitely.?1:22Once my corset was removed, my dress did not fall as expected, so they did something quite unexpected.* With a sharp pull of each well-placed hand, the stitches over my shoulders popped apart perfectly.* As the garment dropped, every bit keçiören escort of metal and wood was cushioned by the ample fabric and grandiose petticoat. *?I?ll fix it while you?re out there.?* I stood now in nothing but my underwear. They leaned toward me instead.* Breath alone formed the words in my ear, ?You want some help relaxing??I know what they mean.* We have eighty seconds left.* ?Uh???Tick tock, lovely.?* They lift my feet one at a time and brush the dress aside, then snatch the trousers off their table and hold them while I place my foot in each one.* I feel like I shouldn?t need this much help, but there is too much happening etimesgut escort for me to focus.* They are really, really hot.* I have been obsessed since I first saw them.* This doesn?t seem like the time, though.* We don?t have the time.* We can?t talk?* It?s not me.1:07Their hand brushes my thigh as they help me dress.* Sharp, gentle nails scratch against my skin so gently it feels like a kiss.* ?Yes.?They know what I mean, but they ask anyway, ?Yes, what???Yes, help me relax.* Please.?They don?t respond with words.* Instantly, their hand slips between the trousers and my panties, and touches me all but directly.* I am wet already, and the lace grinds on my clit as they touch me.* Their technique is expert.0:55Anxiety, sensation, excitement, boundaries, and sex, all collapse in on themselves like a dying star.* For a moment, they are one.* The feeling they?re bestowing on me is unlike anything I?ve known.* Their apparent confidence in making me cum so quickly may itself get the job done.* My skin is hot.* Beads of sweat begin to form.