Pauline’s Panto Perils

Pauline’s Pantomime Pleasure

Pauline had always been an active member of the local amateur theatrical group (a natural progression as she loved to dress up and show-off!!). This year they were doing a spoof of the TV series “Allo Allo” and of course she was playing one of the waitresses complete with French maids outfit! Although at 46 she protested to the director she was too old to carry the role off, but he assured her that she was by far the most attractive member the group they had ever had! The pantomime had already been playing for three weeks, just at weekends, and this was the last weekend.

Steve had been to see the first couple of performances, and although good fun he was more interested in Pauline’s sexy outfit than the actual pantomime. This consisted of a black satin pencil skirt with a hem about four inches above the knee, a frilly white nylon see through blouse, black seamed stockings, and red patent four inch high heels. What with the long black wig and the heavy stage make-up it was enough to stir the loins of any red-blooded male. As this was the last performance, and Steve had been without his “Saturday night sex games” for three weeks, her outfit was slightly different tonight!. Steve had ordered Pauline to substitute her “safe” underwear for the items he had picked out. This had meant a much more daring lacy bra and sheer, see through, white G-string.

Pauline was always nervous before going on stage and used to have a couple of vodka and coke’s before doing so. Tonight she had an extra drink due to thought of the sexy lingerie beneath the costume. The local old people’s home made up the majority of tonight’s audience, which had Pauline feeling a little excited due to her sexual fetish of being attracted to elderly gentleman. As this was the last night, there was to be a party backstage after the performance. A special guest at this party was to be Fred Baker, a long standing member, who was celebrating his 85th birthday that day. He was also bringing several of his buddies from the retirement home they all lived at.

Their final performance went very well and possibly due to her slightly tipsy state Pauline had not given any more thought to the possibility of accidentally flashing her risqué underwear. The village hall where the pantomime was held had two changing rooms with the men’s and ladies toilets in between them. The changing room adjoining the men’s toilet was larger than the other was, and since the cast had more women than men, the ladies were using this one. The building itself was post war and was in a very dilapidated state. The heating in the changing room was totally inadequate and additional electric heaters had been brought in to make changing on this cold winter’s night a little more bearable.

Following the last curtain call Pauline had retreated to the changing room with yet another of vodka! Before she had time to change the director had begun bringing back members of the audience to meet the cast. The last group to enter was Fred Baker, in his wheelchair, with his five buddies. Pauline bent down to kiss the old man’s bald head, which left a bright red lipstick mark. As she had stooped to give the old man this kiss one of his slightly younger friends had squeezed behind her in the confines of the now busy changing room. The old man, whose name was Allan, was around 75 years old and had a huge beer belly, but she could have sworn she had felt a huge hard cock through his trousers against the shiny pencil skirt.

Pauline seemed to be the centre of attention and gradually other members of the cast had gone behind the curtains provided in order to change and go home. The six old men continued to complement Pauline on her looks and performance until she realised they were the only ones left in the changing room. It was pretty certain the reason for the old men’s attentive behaviour was due to the fact that with a combination of the vodka and her growing sexual excitement she had let her short skirt ride up her and was now showing the lace top of her stockings. She followed the deep set eyes of one frail old man staring at her hem line which had been gradually rising, not helped by the high bar type stool she was sitting on. She was beginning to enjoy the situation and could feel her freshly shaved pussy begin to lubricate when the hall’s janitor entering the room interrupted her thoughts.