As I walked out of my hotel on that morning, I was nervous but excited; it was my first trip “across the pond”, and my first trip traveling alone. I wasn’t sure where to go, as I just wanted to experience the culture. The nice hotel steward told me that they were shooting a TV miniseries nearby, so I decided to wander on down to see if I could see any celebrities. As I arrived near the set, there were fangirls everywhere, and the set was swarming with security, so there was no way to even get close to see. As I started to wander off, a man on set yelled at me, “Hey! You! Come here!” I looked around in confusion. Was he yelling at me? “Here!” He said as he approached and shoved a hair kit in my hands, “You’re wanted in Trailer 1.” Then he scurried off. I stood there in amazement, as he thought I was the hair dresser on set. My first instinct was to drop the kit and leave, but my curiosity got the best of me.

I headed off to Trailer 1 and gently knocked on the door, “Come in already!” a male voice shouted. I opened the door quickly and could barely hide my surprise at the dark, tall, celebrity sitting there. He was sitting in an overstuffed chair without a shirt, reading a script, and barely acknowledging my existence as I entered. I could feel myself growing warm and damp at his very presence. He was not a well known celebrity where I was from, but I knew him from some TV series from the BBC, and I fantasized about his character daily. He looked up as I stood there, and his piercing eyes seemed to look to my soul. “Are you okay?” he drawled in his rarely used accent.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I lied as my breasts grew heavy.

“Well, get on with it then.” I walked over to him, each step closer making me feel light headed. I opened the hair gel and squirted a glob into my hand. I put both my hands into his brown hair and slowly started to ruffle his hair, as I had imagined doing for so long. I let out a light groan, and he reached up and grabbed my hands in surprise, “Wait, you’re not the regular hair girl!” “Who are you?”

I stuttered “I’m Smith.” As I looked at him, his eyes darkened and a smile grew across his full pouty lips.

“Well, Smith, did you lock the door behind you?” I nodded as the hands around my wrists slowly moved up my arms and down around my waist. The shock threw me off balance, and I tumbled into his lap.

His eyes searched my face, and he licked his lips as I grew wet with anticipation. I squirmed a bit on his lap, and he groaned and shut his eyes as he pulled me in for a kiss. I opened my mouth as we kissed, and his strong tongue met with mine. As we kissed, his hands moved towards the buttons on my blouse. My breasts sprang free, and my nipples grazed his chest. His hands then moved under my skirt and found the wetness that was nearly overpowering me. He dipped a finger into my slick clit and groaned at the warmth. I kissed his lips and sucked on his tongue, as he fingered my clit. I moaned and squirmed, begging him for more. He leaned me backwards across his lap, as he slowly made his way kissing down my face, onto my neck, across my chest – making sure to spend plenty of time sucking and caressing each breast – and down my belly, until he finally reached my throbbing pussy. He inserted a couple of fingers and slowly thrusted as he licked my clit. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he stopped. He lifted me up off of his lap, and I had the sinking thought that maybe he had changed his mind, but he laid me down onto the shaggy carpet that lined his trailer.

As he stood up, I could see the bulge in his jeans, it seemed to throb against the fabric. He slowly undid the zipper, and his pulsing manhood sprang free. I had wondered many times if the crew on his TV show had padded his pants for the female fans, but now I knew the truth. His glistening cock gleamed in the artificial light of the trailer, and was begging to be touched

“Do you like what you see?” His accent growing even thicker in the anticipation. I could only nod in awe. “Well, then” as he moved over me “Allons-y,” he softly said as he thrusted deep inside me. I quickly grabbed his hips and pulled him into me, the shock and pleasure caused him to let out a grunt. He pushed himself into me with force as he began thrusting, pushing deep inside. His lips trailed down biting my neck. His grunts stifled by the kisses. I moaned as his thrusts accelerated.

His pace continued until my legs began to quiver; he kept going faster until my orgasm squeezed him. He pushed deeply one last time, a hot burst of cum filling me, letting my muscles massage his cock as he kissed my lips.

I woke up some time later next to him, still naked on the shag carpet, and quietly got dressed. As he closed the door behind me, I heard him softly drawl, “Goodbye Smith” as I walked off into the English fog.