8 comments/ 58035 views/ 13 favorites Nikki Works with Charlize By: nikki_2021 It was the job of a lifetime. It wasn't exactly glamorous, but it put me with glamour people. To be honest, I wasn't even sure how I had ended up with it. It had a name, but I couldn't even remember what it was. Dad would have called it gopher. Go for this, go for that. The most amazing thing about it was that it was Charlize Theron. And what could I say, the woman was stunning. I hadn't had the chance to actually talk to her yet, because she'd been on set when I'd started and I'd just been told to wait by her trailer until she returned with desires that needed attending to. I didn't know what I was going to say when she arrived, probably something stupid knowing my propensity for tying my tongue about itself. When I finally saw her, it was all I could do not to let my jaw hit the ground. She strode up in a white, figure hugging outfit that showed her curves off wonderfully. I felt a tingling in my loins. Her hips swayed as she walked towards me. My breath caught as I saw the curve of her neck, the gentle, smooth shape of her breasts encased in the outfit. "Are you the new girl?" she asked as she approached the door to her trailer where I was waited excitedly in the shade. "Yes, I am," I replied. "I'm Nikki." "You're an Australian then?" she asked, my accent having given me away. "Er, yeah, I am." "Well, you're a long way from home. I would like my lunch brought to me in my trailer today rather than with everyone else, could you please see that catering takes care of it?" "Yeah, sure," I said. Charlize strode past me without a further word and entered her trailer. I tarried just long enough to survey the wonderful tight curve of her buttocks before rushing off in an attempt to locate catering before I screwed up my very first task on the job. I hadn't been in the US very long when I'd met up with the guy that my father had once worked off-shore with off the West Coast of Australia. They'd become good friends and Dad had visited with him several times when he'd travelled there for work. It turned out that he'd scored a job as an industry consultant for the drill rig work that had been done in Armageddon and had subsequently made a few contacts in the industry. When I'd decided to travel to the US and spend some time over there, Dad had suggested that I look Chuck up because he might be able to help me find some part-time work. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that that work might see me in and around the set of a movie on the scale of Aeon Flux. Hell, I didn't even expect it to be in the film industry at all, more likely in some back-yard dive of a pub. As I contemplated my luck, I nearly walked straight into another girl rushing the other way, barely avoiding her at the last moment. I snapped out of my reverie in time to apologise as she juggled the drinks that she was carrying. She looked like she was about to give me an earful but as our eyes met, a smile crossed her face instead. It was like a spark flicked between us. I ran my gaze over her. She had fiery red hair and porcelain-like skin, but free of the freckles that I usually associated with such hair. She was taller than me by about two inches. As I checked her out further, I took in her small, but pert appearing breasts, the graceful curve of her slim hips and her long, slender legs. There was nothing to be disappointed with in that brief appraisal. As I looked back to her face, I met her eyes again and she'd obviously been checking me out as well. I was pleased; it wasn't that often when I checked out another hot girl that I found her doing the same. Usually they didn't even notice that I'd been doing it, not expecting it from me. "Sorry about that, I was a world away," I said as she smiled at me, her thin, red lips parting to reveal straight, white teeth." "Oooh, nice accent," she said, juggling the drinks in her hands so that she could free one to shake mine. "Don't worry about it, you get used to people not looking, though I must admit it's usually the movie stars who forget the rest of us exist. I'm Heather, by the way." "Hi Heather, I'm Nikki. Um can you point me in the right direction for catering?" "Sure. Its that way. What are you doing here anyway?" she asked. "Oh just running errands basically, a friend of my father's hooked me up with the job." "Cool, who are you running them for?" "Charlize Theron actually." "No Way! I would kill to trade places with you. I'm just here running around for an electrical company. I don't even get to go close to the stars. And Charlize is hot!" I laughed at the look that crossed her face when she realised that she'd said it aloud. Like by indicating that she found a woman hot she had betrayed some terrible secret. "Um,yeah," I giggled. "I never expected the job I was offered even to be near a movie set, more like in a bar somewhere," I confessed to Heather. "Anyway, I'd better be going before I lose the job on my very first day! Maybe I'll see you around." As I left Heather to go her own way, I called back, surveying the curls of hair falling past her shoulders "And don't worry, she's not the only hot woman around here." Heather laughed and waved, "Well maybe we can catch up later on?" "Sure!" and with that she passed around the corner of a trailer and out of sight. I couldn't believe that the first person that I'd run into appeared to be gay. I expected that it wouldn't be like home, but had certainly had thought I'd be doing a little more homework first! After having attended to Charlize's request with catering, I returned to her trailer to inform her that all was in order. I knocked on the door and waited for a response before entering. "Yes?' I heard her voice from inside." "Its Nikki, Ms Theron, catering will bring your meal to the trailer as requested." I decided that after my initial star-struck awkwardness, I should try and be a little more professional so that I might have the job for longer than a week. "Ahh thanks Nikki, could you please step in here for a moment?" I opened the door and stepped inside Charlize's trailer. She was reclining on the couch, wearing a short, silken robe, her lithe legs protruding seductively from beneath its hem, a magazine clutched in her hand. I allowed my gaze to travel up and over her body until I made contact with her eyes, her face beautifully framed by her cropped black hair. I was used to seeing her in movies with long blond hair, but seeing her this way, I think I preferred it. She was sexier. Somehow the darker hair made her appear more sexual. Which for Charlize Theron, was, in my opinion remarkable. "Right, Nikki, I thought that it might be best if we had a chat so that we can establish some rules so that I know where to find you when I need you and so that you don't go batty trying to keep up with me. Have a seat." I sat down on the couch opposite hers and she rose to a sitting position. My eye was drawn to the edge of her robe as it draped open slightly, revealing the edge of a white bra and causing my loins to react pleasurably. "Ok when I go to set, I'll let you know if I want you there or not. If I don't think I'll need you, you can come back here and relax in my trailer, assuming of course you keep your hands to yourself, because if you start trying to souvenir my things and sell it on ebay or something, rest assured, I'll sue you. Not that I expect that to be an issue of course?" "Hell no!" I said vehemently, somewhat disappointed that she'd felt the need to make the point, but then I'd never had anyone go through my trash for a souvenir before, either. "Excellent. Otherwise, if I want you near the set, you simply come with me and we'll find somewhere out of the way for you. Oh and this is for you," She threw me a mobile phone. "I know that you won't want to hang around my trailer all the time that I don't need you, but you do need to be close enough to be at my beck and call. Ok?" "Of course. Anything you want." She laughed. And what a wonderful laugh she had, silvery and delicate. "You need to be careful who you make promises like that to around here, there are people that would take that as a contract and demand all sorts of things. Lucky for you, I'm not one of them. I smiled sheepishly in response. "Right, if you can go and find my make up artist please, I would like to discuss a couple of things with her." I hopped up off of the couch and set off in search of Ms Theron's make up artist. That night, as I was leaving the set, I found Heather waiting for me by the gate. "Hey there Nikki," she said as I approached, "Feel like going to a bar?" "Um, Sure," I replied. "Excellent, do you have a car or did you get here some other way?" "I caught a cab. I wasn't sure where I was going being the first day and also being new to the city and all." "Cool, well let's catch a cab then, I usually just take the bus." Heather hailed down a cab and we piled into the back seat, Heather telling the driver the name of the bar that she wanted to go to. We went in and ordered drinks and started going through the process of asking each other about our histories and likes and dislikes. We clicked. It quickly became clear that we had similar interests and tastes. At one point, a Violent Femmes song (Blister in the Sun) came on the jukebox and we both reacted at precisely the same moment. We jumped up and dance crazily before returning to the bar in a fit of giggles to finish our drinks. After a couple of hours, we were both pretty drunk and decided that we should head home. Heather's place was close by and we were miles from where I was staying and so Heather suggested that I crash at her place and she swing me by mine to change before work in the morning. I was only too happy to agree. We clambered drunkenly through the front door, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls and Heather lead me inside. It was only a little one bedroom place and Heather offered a choice of bedding. I could share with her or she'd take the couch. It was at that point that I realised that despite all of the conversation we'd enjoyed so far that night, sexual preference hadn't once come up. "Well, I think we should both be alright in your bed," I told her, eyeing off the queen sized bed. I noted that a grin split her face and smiled back at her. Heather started pulling off her jeans and I followed suit, peeling mine down my legs. Heather pulled off her top, then released her bra, strolling about the house in just her panties. I caught myself staring. Her alabaster skin was beautiful, like a porcelain doll. Her breasts were larger than mine though not overly big (probably a b-cup I decided) and her nipples were the palest pink I had ever seen. They were barely discernable from the flesh of her breast. She strolled into the bathroom and with my line of sight broken, I snapped from my reverie, quickly pulling off my top and releasing my own bra. I thought about following her, topless into the bathroom, but chickened out and pulled my top back on, noting that my now braless nipples were protruding visibly against the material of my top. Heather emerged brushing her teeth and simply stood there in a pair of black lace panties. I watched her, struggling to keep my eyes from her breasts, wanting so much to reach out and touch them, to caress the smooth flesh, to suckle on those oh so pale, yet firm and erect nipples. Heather returned to the bathroom and obviously finished brushing as I heard the tap run and the sound of her gargling water. "Do you mind if I borrow your toothbrush?" I asked her when she emerged again. "Not if you don't mind sharing my saliva," she laughed. "Oh I am sure that I'll live," I laughed in return, swapping places with her and entering the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and peed before coming back to the bedroom. It was late and time to sleep. If found Heather already in the bed. Moving to the other side, I slid in under the sheet. I was too aware of the proximity of the gorgeous figure besides me and my pussy was reacting accordingly. Heather flicked off the light and we lay there, side by side, listening, breathing, desiring. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?" she asked. "um, sure," I said, suddenly tentative and shy. I felt the bed shift and turned onto my side to face Heather. Her hand reached out in the dark and caressed my cheek, helping her to move closer and direct her lips to mine. I was holding my breath and then felt the wonderful soft touch of her lips as they brushed against mine. "Goodnight, Nikki," she said. "That's not a kiss," I whispered urgently. I took the offensive now, moving closer to her as she started to roll away from me. Our lips joined and this time, parted, tongues seeking each other out for a private dance. I rolled half on top of Heather as we kissed and realised that she was wearing no more than she had when she'd come to bed. Instinctively, my hand reached out and cupped her right breast, the nipple pressing into my palm. Oh god it felt good. I felt Heather's hand slide up the back of my top, beneath the fabric, each gentle caress like fine shocks of electricity against my skin. We must have kissed for half an hour. We didn't speak. We just kissed. Our hands caressed each other's breasts, touched each other's backs, and slid gently along the curves of neck's, faces and hips, but we did no more. After a torrid session of kissing and light petting, we simply seemed to reach a mutual conclusion that it was time to sleep. When we awoke, I was burning with desire, but there was no time. We didn't even have time for more than a rudimentary spruce up in the bathroom, not even taking enough time to shower properly. We rushed off to work, not passing my house. If anyone noticed that I was in the same outfit as yesterday, they didn't comment. Thankfully. The next few days were a blur of errands, running around the movie set and studio, finding out whom people were and what their levers were in order to get them to do you a favour. Heather and I got together regularly, sneaking into quiet spots about the set for a quick pash or cuddle, fingers probing each other before returning to what we were supposed to be doing. Working for Charlize was great. She wasn't overly demanding and from what I had seen, treated everyone around her with respect, regardless of their station. Then there was the moment when things became somewhat surreal and which I will never forget. Charlize was off filming and I was waiting around her trailer. Heather stopped by on her way to get something and we walked off between two of the nearby trailers and started kissing. I was completely lost in the kiss, feeling the svelt softness of her lips against mine, her tongue probing my mouth, duelling with me, teasing me. She had the most delightful way of flicking the tip of her tongue against mine that left me burning with a desire to feel it on my pussy, something that was yet to happen. Then the mobile phone that Charlize had given me rang. I broke from the sweet and tender embrace of Heather's lips, and reached for the telephone, turning towards Charlize's trailer as I did so. Heather was used to being interrupted by the phone and knew that I needed to respond promptly. As I pulled my eyes from where Heather's glittering gaze held them, my breath caught in my throat as I realised that Charlize was standing and watching, an odd expression on her face. Before I had even taken step, she smiled at me and then turned, putting her phone away as she entered her trailer. I knocked and entered the trailer. "Hey Nikki, seems like you managed to make yourself a friend then?" she said casually as I pulled the door closed behind me. "Um yeah, it won't get in the way of work though, I promise." "Oh don't worry about that, that wasn't a concern," Laughed Charlize, "I've been thrilled with your work actually." I tingled inside at the compliment. "And I expected a girl as good looking as you to pick up pretty quickly around here, I just hadn't really thought through the fact that you might choose to pick up a girl." "Um, well, that's where my loyalties lie," I said quietly, blushing. "Oh that's ok, don't be ashamed of it. This is the movies, sweetie we get all sorts around here. Have you leant that way long?" "Um, for a couple of years," I replied. "Ahh, can I ask you something personal?" "I guess, I mean, you can ask, and I may answer, but no promises," I said. "See, now you're learning," Charlize laughed. "Well, you don't have to, but I would love it if you told me about the first time that you were with a girl. You see, I've always been curious about how girls end up with other girls. I've kissed a couple for movie roles, but I've never done it out of a romantic urge, so to speak." "Um, I guess I can tell you about it," I replied. Charlize indicated for me to sit on the couch with her and I lowered myself to sit alongside her, angled to face towards her. My heart was racing and my palms were even getting sweaty I suddenly realised. Oh God, I am about to tell Charlize Theron about the first time I was with a girl! "Well, it was with a girl a couple of years older than me," I began. "We played on a netball team together and it was the night of our end of season dinner. We'd played a game and had come back to my place to get ready for the night. We were sharing the bathroom and didn't have a whole lot of time. The other girl, Cheryl waited until I was in the shower and then stripped down naked as well. She was just talking to me and I didn't think anything of it, then she offered to wash my hair for me, extolling the pleasures of having someone else do it for you. I hadn't put any thought into why she might be doing it and said that yes, I would let her. So next thing I know, the shower door is open and she's standing naked before me and I am naked under the water in front of her. I passed her the shampoo and noticed that her eyes were all over me. It was instinctive then, that I returned the favour, checking out her tits, which were much bigger than my little ones and down over her tummy to her pussy. I got a shock then because she was bald. I don't think I'll ever forget my surprise at seeing that. I hadn't even heard of shaving other than in terms of keeping a bikini line trim and at first assumed that she just didn't grow any. Of course, I wised up later!" I looked up at Charlize and noted her tongue as it licked along her lip. She seemed to be hanging on my every word! "I turned my back on her and she started to wash my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp. Then she stopped, telling me to let it sit for a while before rinsing it out. She While I stood there, she took the soap and offered to wash my back for me, so again I turned away from her and now here hands were caressing my naked skin. It was electric and wonderful and before I had even really taken in what was going on, her hands were cupping my butt, massaging the cheeks with the soapy water. I was sure that she'd slipped when one hand slid between my cheeks and the tip of her finger brushed my pussy. I just stood there, not reacting, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that I was aware that it had happened. Then I felt her hands slid up over my hips, around to my front and finally to cup my tits. That was the point when I realised that this must have been her intent all along. I just held still. I didn't stop her, nor did I encourage her, I just wasn't sure how to react. There was a part of me that desperately wanted this. Cheryl was one of the coolest girl's on the netball team and I always felt lucky that she'd taken me under her wing and looked after me. She was also hot. But there was part of me that questioned the fact that this was another girl doing this to me. It wasn't something I'd considered before. Nikki Works with Charlize I felt her breasts crushed against my back as her hands stroked their way over my front, her palms rubbing my nipples gently before gliding down over my stomach. Her fingers briefly and only barely touched the top of my pubes and I shuddered. I turned to face her, wanting to say something, needing to address what was happening, but no words came. Cheryl smiled kindly at me and then leaned in and kissed me. That sealed it for me. Her lips were soft and passionate and then her tongue was caressing my lips, seeking a way between them. I had no will to deny her and found myself pashing her furiously. That was when Mum knocked on the door and reminded us that we were supposed to be in a rush and were we ready yet. Needless to say, we finished up quickly in the shower and went out for the night. During the course of the dinner and stuff afterwards, we managed to sneak away a number of times and kiss. And that was the first time that I kissed another girl," I concluded. "That is such a wonderful story!" Charlize exclaimed. I was surprised to hear that her voice was a little husky and at second glance, noted that her cheeks were flushed too. Had it turned her on listening to me? I sure hoped so. "I suspect you have a gift for story-telling you related that so well. I might have to get you to tell me some more stories whilst you're working with me ... if it doesn't worry you too much." "Um, well, I guess you pay me, so if that's how you'd like me to spend the time, I'll happily oblige as long as I'm comfortable," I said, feeling strangely excited by the prospect. After all, Charlize Theron had just told me that she thought I had a gift for story telling. I can't speak for her credentials as a judge, but the compliment certainly brought a flush to my face. Charlize was called to the set then and set about getting into the basics of her costume. It was black, skin tight and hot, with two black straps that plunged from the neck across her chest and down between her breasts where it joined with the bit of the costume that connected the 'cups'. I stared as I watched her change into it. Obviously she thought nothing of changing before me. Part of being an actor, I figured. She'd probably worn a lot less in front of a lot more people. She asked me to accompany her as she left the trailer. I followed her and waited around the set, watching her as she filmed a couple of different scenes. She kept having to crouch down and run and stuff during the scenes and I found myself watching lustily as the black outfit hugged her curves. By the time that she was done I was about ready to rip it off her and have my way with her. "If only that was possible," I laughed to myself, squeezing my thighs together, feeling my moist panties. "How would you like to be in the movie?" Charlize asked me as she sat having her make-up touched up between sets. "You're kidding, right?" I said to her. "Of course not. There's a heap of extras needed in this next scene. Go and see that guy over there and tell him that I said to get you in a spot where you'll be seen." "Really?" "Yes!" she laughed at me. I started to move away and then looked back questioningly as doubt pervaded me. She grinned at me and made a shooing motion with her hands. I approached the guy that had been pointed out to me and outlined what Charlize had said. He glanced over at her and she nodded. "No problems, then, come with me." He lead me to a the costuming people who looked me up and down and then told me that they'd need to change my top. I was handed one and pulled mine off before putting it on. "You could have used the rooms," laughed one of the girls helping. I blushed. "Oh well, its not like I was naked, I'm just used to doing this sort of thing at sport all the time I guess." Now appropriately attired, I followed the first guy, who introduced himself as Gavin and he ran through what it was that I was to do. Essentially it was walk through a scene and not look at any of the cameras. Then I got to stand about with all the other extras and wait. When the time came, I took my position, waited for the cue and then walked calmly across the set. I was surprised at how close Charlize came to me as she dashed across the set. After about five takes it was all done and I went back to change my top over before heading back to Charlize. "There you go, now if you're lucky, that scene doesn't end up on the cutting room floor and you'll be on the big screen." "Oh wow, thanks for that," I gushed, "I can't wait to tell everyone back home. At least now they'll be sure to go and see your movie." Charlize just laughed as we made our way back to her trailer. Inside, she stripped out of the outfit again and I was treated to the sight of her breasts, sitting tantalizingly before me. How I wished I could reach out and touch them! But I remained professional. The rest of the day passed uneventfully and I met up with Heather to go out for a drink again. We didn't last long at the bar. We had other needs and headed back to Heather's apartment where we collapsed on the bed in front of the TV. It was ignored as our lips sought each other and our hands began desperately dragging at our clothes, removing them, stripping ourselves until we lay naked beside each other hands caressing smooth bare skin. As I stripped off her panties, I noted that her pubes were short and trim and most significantly, bright red. "Oooh, what wonderful pubes!" I exclaimed as they were revealed to me. Heather giggled and blushed. I pulled Heather over on top of me, feeling her pubes crushed against the bare skin of my naked mound her breasts against mine. We kissed before Heather began trailing kisses downwards, moving over my body, sliding lower, taking a nipple between her lips and sucking and pulling before attending to the second.' Her tongue twirled around my navel before lightly tracing a path across my mound and down between my lips. I spread my legs and felt her touch run down one side of my pussy and then back up the other before sliding slowly and delicately between my lips. It moved up my slit and then circled my clit, sending spasms of pleasure through my body. I ran my hands through her fiery red hair and relaxed as I enjoyed the pleasure that was being exacted upon my body. Heather had two fingers jammed in my pussy as her tongue flicked and rubbed my clit and it wasn't long until I was squirming upon the bed and moaning as I was brought beyond that tilting edge and fell into my orgasm. "Time for me to taste you," I said to her as we slowly worked ourselves into a reversed position. I trailed my fingers through the cropped patch of her red pubes and then parted her pale pink lips with my fingers to reveal the glistening moisture of her pleasure. I dipped my tongue into it to taste her, my heart skipping a little beat as she sighed with pleasure at the contact. Then I set about delivering her the same pleasure that I had known, my tongue dancing over her pussy and clit until I focussed my attentions on making her cum. Finally I felt her body shake and pulled my head back to watch her pussy quiver and convulse as her orgasmic fluids ran from her pussy and down over her anus. As we lay there cuddling, I told Heather about what Charlize had done and how I might end up being seen in a bit of the movie. "Oh, wow, you're so lucky! I've been on this set since day one and haven't managed to get in a scene yet! Do you think you could pull a string for me?" I promised that I'd see what I could do. We spent the night together, sometimes sleeping, sometimes simply pleasuring each other. The following day, back at work, I found myself smiling happily all day as I remembered the previous night. "Well you're certainly in a good mood today," Charlize said to me later in the afternoon when we were alone in her trailer. "I am, I had a wonderful night last night." "Oh really? Did it involve that cute red head that I keep seeing you with?" Charlize asked me. I laughed, "As a matter of fact, it did." "Want to tell me about it?" Charlize asked, shocking me. I looked at her for a while, weighing up whether I should or not. I came to a decision. "If you can do a favour for me?" "Hmmm, better tell me what I need to do first." "Heather, the red head, would like a chance to be an extra in a prime position like I was yesterday. Can you sort that for her?" "Hmm, so its to be a bargain is it?" Charlize asked, sitting forwards on the edge of her seat, a grin on her face as she considered the offer. "I tell you what, I'll organise that, if you tell me about your night and do one other thing for me." "What thing would that be?" I asked. Charlize hesitated. She glanced down at her hands and then looked back up at me. "Kiss me." "Oh! Really? You want me to kiss you?" Charlize nodded. "Why?" "Because ever since I saw you kiss your friend, it's all I've been able to think about. It's driving me nuts. And I've decided that I want to know what its like to kiss another woman when its not an act for a movie." I sat looking at her. I knew I wanted to do this. How much of a betrayal of Heather would it be? I'd be doing it to get her something that she really wanted, but is that a price she'd offer if she was asked? Iooked back at Charlize, sitting in her robe. She was leaning forwards with an almost school-girl look of anticipation about her. I could see the curve of the start of her breasts and decided that I had to find out more. "Ok," I said quietly. Charlize leaned even further forwards as I started to tell her what we'd been up to last night. As I reached the point where Heather moved down to lick my pussy, Charlize leaned even further and I could now see her nipples. They were erect and gorgeous. By the time that I'd finished, Charlize was sitting on her chair with one leg pulled up, obviously pushed against her pussy and my panties were soaked. As I got nearer and nearer the end, all I could think about was the fact that I was about to kiss he. I finished regaling her with my tale and she sighed before dripping her foot to the floor and looking at me expectantly. "Now kiss me," she said. I took in her face, the cropped dark hair, the perfection of her eyebrows, her nose, her lips, the tip of her tongue that was probing gently between them. I closed the distance between us and knelt on the floor before her chair. Her hands reached out and embraced me, pulling me to her and our lips met. I wanted to enjoy the kiss, to have it spike me with its pleasure, but I was left dissatisfied. As it continued for a bit I realised what it was and pulled back. "This isn't a movie kiss. You need to relax. KISS me. Don't think, just do it," I told Charlize. She looked surprised, but allowed me to take the lead. I moved my mouth close to hers and pressed my lips against hers, lips parted slightly. I darted my tongue out to touch her lips then slipped it between them finding the tip of her tongue and playing with it. It started out a little stiff as the first one had, but then I felt her relax. Her mouth opened a little more, her tongue became more insistent and then we were really kissing. Now I felt excited. My body reacted as I'd become used to from the soft passionate kiss of another woman. My hand instinctively reached out and caressed Charlize's breast. I gently cupped it through the fabric of her robe and squeezed. Charlize stiffened in response and I quickly dropped my hand away and broke the kiss. I looked at Charlize, "sorry, I just, I got carried away/" "Its ok, I'm glad that you enjoyed it that much." "Did you?" "I enjoyed it enough that I'd like to try it again?" Charlize said. It was odd to see her hesitant. She'd been my boss for over a week now and on the set and around her 'natural environment' she was smooth and confident. Now it was like she was a hesitant school girl who had just had her first pash. "Um, I think I could live with that ," I said. "And, um, feel free to er, touch me," she added, "If it feels right and its what you want." A thrill ran through my body. Charlize Theron had just given me permission to touch her. This was getting very, very interesting. She leaned towards me and we kissed again. I was hesitant about touching her, but as the kiss lingered, decided that I needed to do it. I stroked her breast through her robe then held it, feeling its size. Not overly big, but certainly bigger than mine. I felt her hand tentatively touch my chest in response, barely touching me, grazing the fabric of my top, inflaming my nipple as her tongue probed my mouth more determinedly. I pushed aside Charlize's robe and allowed my hand to slip inside, to cup her naked breast, squeezing and manipulating it. I so wanted to suck on it. I love the touch of another woman's smooth skin, especially on her breasts and pushed the robe back off of her shoulders so that she sat with both breasts exposed for me to touch. I placed a hand on each and broke the kiss, sitting back to gaze directly into Charlize's eyes as I fondled her. "You have lovely breasts," I told her. She smiled a little coyly, seeming unsure of what to do. I leaned in and kissed her again, first on her lips, then on her earlobe, down to her neck, across her collar bone and then down across the skin of her upper chest above her breasts before gently laying a trail down between them. I sat back up and said to her, "I'm going to suck your nipple." I wanted to give her a chance to say no in case she wasn't sure how to stop me. She simply nodded, a non-commital yet benign smile upon her face. I lowered my mouth to her right nipple and sucked upon it, hearing pleasured gasp from Charlize. I drew her nipple deep into my mouth and flicked it with the tip of my tongue> I was wondering how far this could go when there was a knock on the door to the trailer. I sat bolt upright quickly. Charlize pulled her robe back up over her shoulders, closing it. I moved to the other end of the trailer where I was usually accommodated during the day. Charlize stood to answer the knock that repeated. "I hope you are as wet as I am," she said to me just before turning the handle on the door. I smiled, glowing. Charlize's face was flushed and my panties were soaked! I would have loved to have been able to run a finger along the crotch of her panties and feel the moisture of her pleasure that had seeped into the fabric. No such luck though as she was called to the set and I was left alone in the trailer. The following day, after lunch, Heather and I were searching for somewhere to get together. We'd been teasing each other all morning and really wanted to fuck. I caught Charlize between takes and checked whether she'd mind if we took some time out in her trailer. She grinned at me and offered one condition. "If I can watch," she said. "Um, I don't think I can ask Heather that!" I replied, shocked at the suggestion. "You don't have to. I'll be hidden. Just do what you normally do and I'll be a secret observer." I didn't know what to say. I didn't think that I should be doing this to Heather. If she found out it was likely that she'd hate me for life. But at the same time I was excited. After what had happened the day before, it filled me with a hope that I would get to do something like this with Charlize. I had never been the sort of person to crush on celebrities, but this first opportunity to much more than that had proven that maybe I was as susceptible as a large portion of the population. "You'd better get her a plum extra position," I told her. She promised and was soon absent from the set as I led Heather back to the trailer, my panties already soaked in anticipation. I led Heather inside Charlize's trailer, wondering where she might be. It wasn't as though there were that many places she could hide. Heather stood just inside the doorway, exclaiming how lucky I was to get to work in "Carlize Central" as she called it. She started quizzing me on whether I had seen Charlize in her underwear, or better yet, naked and when I admitted that I had, she made me tell her if it had made me wet or not. That conversation was certainly getting me wet! I again wondered if Charlize was actually in the trailer or not and how she was reacting to the conversation. In an attempt to avert further embarrassing questions, I told Heather that we probably didn't have a lot of time and urged her to fuck me. "Of course, just let me enjoy this for a sec, I never get to come near any of these celeb digs you know." She wandered to the drawers on one side of the trailer and started to open them. I asked her what she was doing and she told me that she was looking for some of Charlize's underwear. "I want to know what she wears," she told me, grinning. "Come on Heather, wouldn't you rather just have this?" I said t her, pulling my top off and starting to work on my jeans so that I could get naked for her. "Of course I want you, but this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity for me to see Charlize Theron's underwear! "Yeah, or you could just end up getting me fired!' I pleaded, now standing in only my panties, having quickly discarded my bra. Heather triumphantly held up a pair of sheer black panties that I knew that I'd seen Charlize in and she all but crowed in triumph as she checked them out. I advanced on her and took them from her, putting them back in the drawer and closing it. "Right, you've had your fun, now make me cum," I insisted, working on her clothing to disrobe her. Heather kissed me as my hands worked at her clothes and soon I was laying back on the couch, naked, the gorgeous Heather atop of me, her lips and tongue coursing over my body until she was between my legs. She licked and lapped and nipped and sucked until I could feel my juices running down my over my arse. Sucking on my clit, she made me explode before telling me that it was her turn. We swapped positions and I ran my tongue up her inner thigh, then back down the other without touching her pussy. After I'd done this a couple fo times, Heather asked if I was ever going to get to the good bit. "NOW, you're in a hurry," I laughed. I used my fingers to part her lips and applied my tongue directly to her clit, causing her to squeal. I circled that hot little clit over and over and over and then began rubbing my tongue back and forth over it until Heather was clamping her mouth over her arm to keep from crying out and bucking like an animal as she came. When we were dressed, I shooed her out of the trailer. Telling her that yes, I think, Charlize would miss her underwear and that running around in them for a day was not an option I'd let her consider. "Well thank you for protecting my underwear," laughed Charlize as she emerged from behind a curtain that divided a portion of the trailer from the rest. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the noise. I had convinced myself by this stage that the absence of noise and movement had meant that Charlize had decided not to watch after all. I looked her over as she stepped closer to me. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glinting. I was starting to surmise that she'd enjoyed what she'd seen. "Thank you Nikki, that was wonderful. I can't believe how hot it was watching you two." "Um, that's ok," I said, blushing. For some reason the thought that she might be watching was exciting, knowing was kind of strange though. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off, I think you've earned that much," Charlize said, smiling. I thanked her and she stepped in close and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her face seemed to radiate warmth and the brush of her lips on my cheek was like an electric imprint. She hadn't moved away and I leaned in towards her, this time aiming my lips for hers. She didn't move away and soon we were locked in a passionate kiss. I felt her hand on my breast and reciprocated, squeezing and moulding the firm flesh of her breast through her clothes. I daringly moved my other hand up and started to undo the buttons of the blouse that she was wearing. Nikki Works with Charlize "Ms, Theron, they need you back on the set," Someone called out as they banged on the door to the trailer. Charlize sighed heavily and I found myself matching it as she stepped away from me. She calmly gathered her things and went to depart. "See you tomorrow," she said giving me a quick kiss. "Oh, and surprise your friend. Wear these home for me." I laughed as she handed me the pair of panties that Heather had been handling. When she had left, I slipped off my jeans and took of my soaked panties, pulling on the black pair that Charlize had left me. They weren't a bad fit, which surprised me a bit because I thought that Charlize was bigger in the hips than I was. Must just be my imagination I decided to myself. I held my panties and was about to stuff them in my bag when I changed my mind and placed them carefully in the trailer drawer where Heather had found the underwear. There were a couple of other pairs in there, obviously and emergency stock of sorts. Now when the drawer was opened, Charlize would see my panties first, visibly coated with the evidence of my pleasure. I went off to find Heather, but she was busy and I ended up heading out to do some shopping in this rare time that I found myself with, grateful to Charlize for thinking of giving it to me, regardless of what motivation she may have had. I had hoped to see Heather that night to reveal what I was wearing under my jeans, but it didn't eventuate. I put them aside for another occasion. The next day, I was watching Charlize on set when they called for the extras for a scene. I grinned when I saw Heather being placed right in the middle of the scene in a spot that would ensure she made it to celluloid and possibly to the screen if the cutting room floor didn't win. Her hair was sure to make her easy to spot if she did make it. She saw me too and grinned back, giving me a little wave before focussing on what she was supposed to be doing. "Thank you so much Nikki, I can't believe I got to do that. Make sure you tell Charlize how much I love her for it!" Heather said to me when the scene was wrapped and she was headed back to her usual job. After lunch, I found myself alone with Charlize in the trailer again. There was an odd sort of tension in the air. The proximity to her was driving me nuts. I felt like something had been going to happen the day before but that now it was over and I had missed the boat. As it turned out, that wasn't to be the case. "I have something to show you Nikki," Charlize told me, causing me to look up from the magazine that I'd been sifting through. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Charlize was standing there wearing a t-shirt and the panties that I'd had on yesterday before changing into hers to go home. "Thanks for the gift, I've been wearing them all day. Its been quite exciting for me actually." I nearly laughed at the silly grin that she had on her face, like some schoolgirl who'd just been asked out on her first ever date or something. "And now I have something to ask you. Would you make me squeal like you did to your friend yesterday?" My head was spinning, was Charlize Theron actually asking me to make her cum?! "You want me to, to, to eat you?" I asked hesitantly. "Yes, I want you to give me an orgasm. I want to know what its like when Nikki drives someone to the point of ultimate pleasure. Can you do it for me? Please? I won't ask anything else of you ..." I was truly stunned by this. I had dreamt about it since kissing her, but had no real expectation that it would actually happen. 'Yes, I'd be happy to." I told her when I recovered my voice and remembered that a response was required. A grin split Charlize's face and she came over to me, holding out her hand. I took it in mine and she pulled me to my feet, her lips parting and her tongue darting into my mouth as she pulled me into an actual embrace. My hands slipped down inside the panties that she was wearing (my panties!) and grabbed the firm flesh of her butt, squeezing. I felt her hands up under my tank top, caressing my back as our tongues danced together. Charlize broke the kiss and led me back beyond the curtain to the end of her trailer that I knew contained a small single bed. She climbed onto it and lay back, obviously waiting for me to take over. I pulled off my tank top and bra, exposing my small breasts, my nipples standing like diamonds on my breasts. I clambered up between her legs, pushing the t-shirt up until she removed it, revealing her naked breasts as I kissed her, then moved down to be able to suckle on her delightful nipples. I continued down her body until I reached the underwear. I ran my tongue along the edge, caressing her flesh before licking my tongue along the crotch. It was damp. I growled low in my throat at the thought of her pleasure-juices mingled with mine in the fabric. I pressed my tongue against the crotch again and was rewarded with a sigh from Charlize. I used my fingers then, tracing paths across the fabric, pushing it against her pussy, kneading it against her clit. Charlize was moving with each touch and I decided it was time to put her out of her misery, to stop teasing her. I pulled the panties down her legs, my eyes locked on the thatch of pubic hair that was revealed. It was trimmed to a bikini line and I looked forward to parting her lips to see the heaven that it hid from view. Charlize parted her legs and I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, teasing some more, brushing against her labia, but not penetrating her. Her hips squirmed and she clearly tried to get me to apply more pressure. I lowered my face and parted her with my fingers, delved within her folds with my tongue tasting her juices as they seeped from her hole. From there I ran up to her clitoris and ran my tongue back and forth and around and around. I plunged two fingers inside her vagina and built her pleasure until I felt her body thrust from the bed and shake, her orgasm crashing through her system. I looked on, smiling as she lay convulsing from what I assumed was her first girl-induced orgasm. I ran my fingers lightly over her bare skin, caressing her stomach, tangling them briefly in her pubes, brushing a palm across her nipples. As she recovered, I ran a finger along her slit and brought my finger to my mouth, savouring the taste of her pleasure. I looked down and Charlize was watching me. "Do I taste ok?" she asked, smiling. "Oh yes," I told her and drew my finger along her slit, parting her lips again. I placed my finger in front of her mouth, tempting her, almost daring her to try herself. She looked at me uncertainly and I simply smiled. Her lips parted and engulfed my finger. She sucked along it and I squirmed. "Different," she said to me when she was done. "What do you taste like?" "Do you really want to know?" "Yes, I do." I slithered out of my jeans, my panties sliding to the floor with them. I stood before Charlize and lifted one foot to the bed, my bald pussy exposed. I ran a finger along my slit and the pushed it inside myself. Pulling it back out, I offered it to Charlize, who had now sat up on the bed, her face only a foot from my pussy. She took my finger in her mouth again and tasted it. "Different again,' she said simply. I returned my finger to my pussy so that I could taste myself and compare the difference. Different indeed I decided. "Would you like me to try and give you an orgasm?" Charlize offered. "I'd rather you did more than try," I said. "Well, I've never done this, so I don't want to make any promises," she told me. "Oh, I think it will come naturally to you," I told her, leaning down to kiss her, pushing her back on the bed again, our naked bodies entwined together. We kissed for a while and then flipped over. Charlize made her way down between my legs. She was hesitant, but with encouragement, she was soon delving into my pleasure with her tongue, manipulating my clit until I shuddered as she had shuddered, an orgasm ripping through my body. We spent the afternoon together, naked. I showed her things I'd learnt. We experimented like school girls, rubbing out pussies together and fingering each other to orgasm. Ultimately though, Charlize received a call to set. I accompanied her. I accompanied her a lot after that day. And that night as I travelled home, I wondered who would ever believe that I'd had sex with Charlize Theron ...