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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 23 January 2001.
Copyright © 2000-2001. Lisa Inc., All Rights Reserved.
(23 January 2001)
Last night was one of the most memorable nights in my life. Richard and I had been going out together for several weeks now, and last night he took me to a disco party held in the same building they film Match Game.
I wore a black knee-high skirt and a silky purple blouse. Richard picked me up around 7pm and we drove to the party. He was wearing a navy blue turtleneck, a plaid jacket, and white pants. He also had a necklace that reached down to his bellybutton and all in all, he looked great!
We arrived at the party and even though we were fairly early, there was already a bunch of people there. The music was blasting and people were dancing and having a good time. Richard and I mingled a little and he was always polite, introducing me to everyone he talked to.
After he made half the guests laugh at his various jokes and impressions, we headed over to the bar that was set up, and got ourselves a drink. Nothing strong, just something to quench our thirst.
After a while, he asked me to dance with him, and we spent the next two hours doing so. Sometimes people would stand aside and watch us dancing together. It made me feel a little embarrassed, but obviously we were good enough to get the attention of everyone around us.
We danced to songs like "Stayin' Alive," "I Will Survive" and "Ring My Bell." The beat was perfect for bumpin' and grindin' and we sure did a lot of that. I loved keeping just enough space between us so I could get a full view of Richard dancing. Sometimes it was as if it were only us two in the room. I just adored those white pants of his, and how he moved in them.
Once in a while there would be a slower song, and that gave us the excuse to get close and do a little more touching without looking too conspicuous. I think he enjoyed that too from the way he was rubbing against me. There was certainly evidence of enjoyment. From what I felt anyway.
Several dances later, Richard lead me out to the corridor for a breather. The room had gotten quite crowded since the time we arrived. There was a guard in the hall, making sure people didn't wander off to the other areas of the building. When the guard went up the hall to get a drink from the drinking fountain, Richard got a clever, and sneaky, idea. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along. We crept up the hall behind the guard and turned up another corridor. The guard never saw us.
Richard giggled because we had pulled it off, and he took lead me to a dimly lit studio section that I recognized as the Match Game set. I told him maybe we shouldn't be there, but he didn't listen. He put his arm around me and we went up onto the stage. The lights were low, but you could see well enough. I'd been in the audience before at Richard's request, but it was neat to be there when it was so empty.
In the few weeks I'd been dating Richard, he would always insist that I come to the show and sit in the front row. Nine out of ten times, I was there. He would always take the time to smile at me during the taping, and come over to give me a kiss during the commercials. Sometimes he'd have to run back to his seat before the camera focused on him right after the commercial break.
The set was unbelievably peaceful, except for the thumping beat of the disco music which was still audible. I wandered around the stage checking things out up close. Richard sat in his seat and watched me. He was leaned back and comfortable looking. I made my way over to him and was comparing my height to the height of the upper tier. I had my back to him.
He stood and put his arms around me from behind and held be tight against him. I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me.
He whispered into my ear, "You don't know how frustrating it is for me, when we're taping the show, to look out in the audience and see you sitting there, and I can't do anything about it."
"That must be why we drive to your place so fast after the show" I joked, but he didn't seem to be listening.
He started kissing my neck. His breathing became more heavy, and his hands were firmly placed on my hips.
"Sometimes I'm almost tempted to just leave the stage and have my way with you right there in the audience. But then I'd lose my job, and people might not be too happy about us making love right there in front of them." He started squeezing my hips as he continued to kiss my neck.
I felt like I was gonna melt right there. It was hard to resist him, but I didn't wanna get too involved and have someone walk in on us.
"Richard" I said, but got no response. "Richard....what if that guard finds us?"
"He has to stay where he is, he won't find us." He brushed my face with his hand and kissed my cheek. It felt so nice, and his words were reassuring, so I stopped worrying.
I parted my lips and turned my head slightly to allow his finger to find it's way to my mouth. His face was nuzzled in the back of my neck and I playfully sucked on his finger. He let out a faint "MMmm" and it excited me.
He turned me around and kissed me with an intense passion. His hands were in my hair and I reached around and grabbed his ass. We kissed for a while and then he backed off some. He didn't say anything, but I could tell by the look in his eyes, that he had another sneaky idea.
He took my hand and smiled evilly as he put it on the front of his pants. He pressed my hand against him until I felt the hardness of his cock through his pants.
"That's what you do to me" he said, in a low and seductive voice.
"I don't mean to" I said, sincerely.
"Well, I think you should do something about it" he whispered.
"Now? Here?" The guard came to mind, again.
"Don't tell me you've never thought about doing it on the set before. Now's your chance. Nobody will know." He lifted his shirt a little so I could see his stomach. He knew that it turned me on when he did that.
The expression on my face gave me away. "Come on" he said, as he put both my hands on the waist of his pants. "Help me out."
I couldn't say no, so I started undoing his pants. I reached my hand in and felt his throbbing cock. One last glance towards the set entrance, and then I proceeded to lower his pants. I gently pushed him back into his chair. I leaned down and licked the head of his cock, teasing him and making him squirm a little. He played with my hair while I played with his balls, and ran my tongue up and down his erect shaft. I wandered up to his stomach and he thoughtfully lifted his shirt so I could guide my tongue up and down his stomach and chest.
I worked my way back down and sucked him hard while he thrust up into my mouth. He didn't want me to make him cum yet, so I stopped and he pushed my skirt up and slid off my panties. He pulled me onto his lap and I rode him uncontrollably. I'd been wanting him all night, and there was no holding back now.
The chair was making weird squeaking noises and in the back of my mind I was worrying about it giving out, but it didn't. Every moan that Richard made brought me closer to orgasm. Eventually he came and that final moan set me over the edge. A smile broke out on both of our faces and we kissed before getting up to give the chair a rest.
"I'll never look at this chair the same way again" he laughed. "It's a sturdy thing, ain't it?"
I agreed and before I could say anything, we heard a voice out in the corridor.
The guard who wasn't supposed to find us, came onto the set. Richard grabbed me and pulled me down behind the table. I quickly put my panties back on and he zipped up his pants.
"Sshh!" he said as he put a finger over my mouth. I couldn't resist the urge to lick it, and for an instant, we forgot there was a guard approaching.
"Who's in here?" a loud voice shouted, just a few feet from where we were hiding.
Richard winked at me and stood up, "It's me. Richard. And my girlfriend." I stood along side of him, completely embarrassed and at a loss for words.
"Oh, Mr. Dawson, hi. I heard noises. What are you two doing in here?" He had no clue.
"Well I had left my watch here during the last taping, and we came to look for it" Richard said as if he had an excuse for this moment all along.
"Did you find it?" asked the guard.
"Yep! It was right here under my chair." He held up his watch that he took off while we were hiding. I was impressed.
"Great" said the guard. "But I'm gonna have to ask you to go back to the party before I get in trouble for letting people on this set."
"I understand. Thanks for not telling anyone" he smiled at the guard.
Richard looked at me and smirked. He put his arm around me and we walked behind the guard. "See, I told you nobody would find us" he whispered into my ear. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and a firm squeeze on my rear before adding, "We gave ourselves up."
Giving him a squeeze back, I pointed out, "Yeah, and *then* we were found. What do we tell people if they ask us where we've been?"
He grinned and said, "Easy. We just say we were gettin' some."
"What??" I questioned, shockingly.
Without a pause he added, "Air! We were gettin' some air!"
And with that we busted out laughing, hoping the guard would keep his mouth shut about where he found us. So far, he has. And hopefully he won't be the guard at the *next* party.