As the Actress Said to the Bishop
by alan14
Copyright© 2026 by alan14
Coming of Age Sex Story: Josh Bishop is walking home from school when he sees someone he recognises drinking outside a coffee shop. It takes him a moment or two to realise it's Elena Martin, his favourite actress. He works up the courage to speak to her, and she's happy to chat, and happier to take him back to her hotel for a meal, then to a nightclub, then to... you get the picture...
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/ft Age Gap First Oral Sex Big Breasts Size .
I was walking home after school. It was a good day, sunny and warm, so I’d chosen the long route home, via the beach. The tide was coming in, so I took a few photos of the waves.
I was almost home, walking past the new coffee shop. I’d been checking the wave photos on my phone, and wasn’t really concentrating on my surroundings, so I was a good few paces past the coffee shop when my mind triggered that I recognised the woman sitting outside reading a book...
I stopped walking and tried to think who she was...
Not a teacher, too glamorous
Not anyone who worked in the library, again, too glamorous
Was she the new neighbour? No, the neighbour was older, and blonde.
Shit...
She can’t be...
I walked around the block and back past the coffee shop, slower this time.
My god, it’s Elena Martin, star of my favourite TV show. What is she doing here?
I stopped around the corner, debating whether I should speak to her. She’s the only person sitting outside.
I flip a coin, heads.
I set off round the block again, take a deep breath and step onto the coffee shop’s patio.
“Excuse me ... are you Elena Martin?”
She was silent for a moment, then looked at me properly and smiled, “yes ... yes I am...”
I looked around, still nobody else was sitting out here, and everyone on the road was walking past, ignoring Elena.
“Mmm ... is it OK if I sit down?”
Elena’s smile widened, “of course you can,” she replied.
A waitress appeared as I sat down, Elena Martin ordered another latte, “and whatever my friend wants.”
My friend? Surely she was being polite.
I asked for a glass of coke.
“So, you know my name...”
“Ahh, Josh, Josh Bishop...” I replied.
“I’m pleased to meet you Josh ... how can I help you?”
“Help me?”
“Well, you walked past three times before deciding to drop by, so you probably want to ask me something ... I’d normally assume you were here to look at my tits, but you appear to be looking into my eyes ... ahh, now you’re looking at my tits,” she laughed.
It was a nice laugh, it sounded totally genuine.
“Err ... well, I was kind of wondering why you’re here? Your show ... and by the way, Police File is my absolute favourite show, I love your role, and you play it so well.”
“Why, thank you Josh. And what is it about my role as DS Parish that you like best?”
“I love your character’s sarcastic attitude towards her boss.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh yes, and the way you’re always the one who solves the crimes, but your boss always finds a way to get the credit...”
“So ... it’s not my cleavage...”
“Well ... that’s certainly an attraction, but it’s not my main reason for watching.”
Elena was quiet for a moment as our drinks arrived, she seemed to be thinking about something.
“How old are you, Josh?” she asked once the waitress had left.
“I’m 15, 16 next month ... why?”
“No matter...” she replied, sipping her latte.
“Have you seen any of my other work?” she asked a little while later.
I’d been looking at Elena, she really is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met ... Ms Harper at school is very pretty, but she doesn’t compare to Elena Martin...
Oh ... she asked me something...
“Earth to Josh,” she laughed, “have you seen any of my other work?”
Ahh, that’s easy, I’ve seen everything listed on the Internet Movie Database, and all the extra films listed on Letterboxd ... like I said, she’s my favourite actress...
“I think I’ve seen everything...” I replied.
“Even Don’t Wake The Dead?”
“Mmm ... I think so...” I replied, knowing exactly why she asked.
Before she made it big in mainstream acting, Elena Martin had been known as Helena Swells. Under that name, she’d starred in a few adult films ... not porn, but the costume budgets were pretty low. Letterboxd had helpfully joined Helena Swells’ profile to Elena Martin, and I’d seen all 23 films across the combined profile.
“You have been digging through my back catalogue, haven’t you...” she replied, smiling warmly.
“Well, Letterboxd makes that job pretty easy, they even include links for streaming.”
“It really does, and they have everything I ever starred in listed, so don’t be worried you’ve missed anything.”
“In that case, I’ve seen everything you’ve ever starred in...”
“So you’ve seen everything there is to see.” she laughed.
“That’s what I just said ... oh...” I added, catching her meaning.
“And just so you know, despite what a certain website claims, I’m 100% natural...”
“Oh...” I replied, because I did wonder ... her boobs are ... impressively large, and currently well displayed.
“And to answer your question, the producers of Police File are considering a spin-off series based in my home town.”
“Your home town, I thought you were born in Manchester.”
“Like I said about my boobs, don’t believe everything you read online, Josh. I was born here ... actually I was born just over there, the house with the blue door ... my family moved to Manchester when I was a toddler. There’s only so much a girl can do to keep the internet accurate,” she added with a dramatic sigh.
So, I was born less than half a mile from where my favourite actress was born, this makes the connection so much more real, I thought.
“So, what’s the spin-off about?”
“Can you keep a secret, honey?”
“I can...” I replied ... she called me honey...
“Well, I get promoted, mostly due to my boss doing everything he can to get me out of his way. So I become DI Parish, get transferred to Lancaster and spend my time solving murders and stuff in Morecambe ... and who wouldn’t want to spend their time here?” she asked, sweeping her arm across the view of Morecambe Bay.
“Cool...” I reply, because it is cool. We have a couple of shows filmed here, from ITV and Netflix, so it’ll be fun having a third film crew in town.
Elena looked at her watch, a ladies IWC, I noticed, those things are Mercedes Benz money, so she must be earning a lot of money from her acting.
“What time is your mum expecting you home?”
“My tea will be ready at 6, so I need to be home before then.”
“What if you were going out with friends?” She asked, her whole face smiling.
“I’d need to message her now, so she doesn’t cook me anything.”
“I’m enjoying our chat, Josh, because you are almost certainly the only boy I’ve ever met who’s able to maintain eye contact.”
“Because you’re my favourite actress, and you’re so pretty...”
Oh man, I hadn’t meant to say that last part.
“Thank you, Josh, I like a man who is honest, and not afraid to speak his mind. I think I’ll treat you to dinner, then maybe go out dancing ... would you like to dance with me?”
“I’ve not danced with a lady before...”
“But you’re not opposed, if the offer presented itself, as it just has...”
“No ... I mean yes ... I mean yes please...”
“Why don’t you message your mum, tell her you’re going to a friend’s house.”
I fired off a quick message, mum replied immediately, asking which friend, so I said Calvin. He lives locally, but there’s no danger mum will check, because she hates his mum.
Mum was OK with this, she doesn’t hate Calvin, just his mum.
“What time will she expect you home?” Elena asked.
“About 10, but I’ve got house keys and the alarm code. She doesn’t really bother as long as I’m not out so late I’ll be tired for school tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow is Saturday,” Elena replied with a humorous gleam in her eyes.
“It is...” I replied.
“Drink up, because we’re going out for dinner.”
“Where are we going?”
“Not far ... and you’ll be OK dressed as you are ... just lose the school tie, unless you want to pretend to be my little brother.”
I unclipped my tie and stuffed it in my bag, along with my school blazer. Now, just wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and black pants, I didn’t obviously look like a school kid, I looked more like I should be working on the bar...
Elena stood and slipped her book and vape in her bag. We’d been chatting for over half an hour and she hadn’t used her vape once, that was polite of her. I thought about the kids at school, some of them go to the toilet a couple of times a lesson to use their vape, they’re properly addicted. Maybe Elena just has one for show ... or it’s full of nothing addictive...
Anyway, she seemed to be a genuinely lovely woman, and I don’t remember being this comfortable with an adult I’m not related to, ever...
I was shocked when Elena held my hand as we walked along the prom. We’re similar in height, she’s tall for a woman, so our hands came together nicely.
It was nice holding hands while we walked, especially as I was holding hands with someone pretty famous, one of the most beautiful women in the world as far as I was concerned ... she’s rated 9.6 on a certain website, not far behind Syndey Sweeney and Ana de Armas, which should put Elena in context.
My next shock came as we walked onto the car park of the poshest hotel in town. But why should it be a shock, where else would a TV actress stay in this town? The only other places are mid-range resort hotels, B&Bs and the Travelodge.
“Ahh, Ms Martin, we have your table ready,” the maitre’d announced as we approached, “oh, I see you have a guest...”
“Yes, this is my nephew, Josh. We bumped into each other, so I invited him for dinner. I hope that’s not a problem.”
“For you, nothing is a problem. I’ll have another place set at your table ... if you don’t mind waiting in the bar, have a drink with my compliments.”
“We don’t mind at all ... oh, could someone take Josh’s bag up to my room, save it from cluttering the dining room.”
A porter appeared from nowhere, he took my backpack and dashed over to the lifts.
“You don’t have any siblings, so how can I be your nephew?”
“Ahh, Josh, you can be so very literal at times,” she sighed, “not everyone is as well read about me as you are ... he’s hardly likely to know I don’t have any nephews.”
“I’ve never been in here before,” I said as we walked over to the bar.
For the first time in almost an hour, I found it difficult to look at Elena, as the hotel lobby was pretty spectacular, especially the grand spiral staircase.
Elena ordered a gin & tonic for herself, and half a pint of lager for me; I reminded her of my age, she shrugged, saying it was totally legal for me to have a drink with a meal.
I was tempted to check that on my phone, but it was now somewhere upstairs in my backpack ... oh well, I’m sure she wouldn’t do anything obviously illegal in a public place ... and surely the hotel staff can see I’m not 18.
We were soon ushered into the long, narrow dining room that looks out across the bay. I’ve walked past this dining room many times ... I did so about an hour ago walking home from school, and have often wondered what it’s like dining with such an incredible view.
I was about to find out ... and also find out if the view across the table was as good as the view outside.
Elena is vegetarian, I know this because she was on Saturday Kitchen one time and the chef made her a special cheese pie with truffles. I also know she eats fish, because she had sea bass on another TV cooking show.
Maybe I shouldn’t tell her how much I’ve remembered from all her TV appearances, she might think I’m weird.
Anyway, she ordered salmon. She told me to order anything I wanted. I looked at the menu, everything was so expensive, then I remembered the £50,000 watch on her wrist ... she’s clearly not poor ... but still, I didn’t want to take the piss.
Elena could see me wavering, “it’s OK, the TV company is paying for my stay here...” she assured me.
So I ordered the 12oz rump steak, medium rare, with chunky chips and field mushrooms.
Elena ordered a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc for herself, and a large glass of Rioja for me. When I again protested, she said I couldn’t possibly eat steak without a good, full-bodied red wine.
I’d always managed before. Mum doesn’t drink much, so we never have wine in the house. I’ll just have to trust Elena again,
She grilled me while we waited for the food, she wanted to know about my school, my friends, did any of my friends like her show.
The meal was amazing, the best steak I’d ever eaten, and the wine was perfect ... so I was right to trust Elena
Oh ... and the view across the table was easily a match for the view outside, right up until the sun started to set, then I’m afraid outside won ... especially as the golden light caught the fells across the bay, and one set of hills looked a lot like Elena’s cleavage.
Elena, before the light outside distracted me, questioned me some more over dinner. This time she wanted to know about the town, and how it had changed recently.
I’ve lived here all my life, but I was born a few years after Elena’s family moved away, so there’s a gap in my lived experience of the town since Elena left. I have, however, read a lot of local history books, and know it was once a very prosperous town, with wealthy Victorian merchants and mill owners spending their summers by the sea. These people left a legacy behind, with Marine Drive and the streets behind filled with tall 4 and 5-storey homes, each with between 6 and 10 bedrooms to accommodate their whole family and a few staff.
The town started to decline in the 80’s, when cheap air fares enabled families to start taking their summer holidays in Spain and Florida. The decline peaked around the time Elena would have moved away, when first the theme park closed, then the Bubbles pool and Dome music venue closed in 2010.
Recently, things have started to pick up, the town has been given a lot of money for regeneration, and has been paid handsomely by various TV companies, including Netflix, to film in and around the town.
Elena listened carefully as I talked about recent changes, like all the new shops, cafes and bars opening in the area. She frowned as I told her that unfortunately a lot of the new shops were vape shops, which were not really offering anything positive to the area.
She looked guiltily at her handbag, “I wish I could quit that damn thing, I’m trying really hard...”
“You’ve not used it since I spoke to you at the coffee shop...” I replied.
“I know, and it’s hard work ignoring it ... but you’re a nice guy, so I’m trying very hard to behave.”
“Some of the girls at school are really hooked, they can’t go a whole lesson without going to the toilet for a quick vape...”
“I’ve no idea what they put in them, but quitting is harder than quitting cigarettes ... and I’m sure they’re doing all sorts of bad shit to my insides ... I know, if I can last the whole night without touching it, then that’s a start. I’ll know that my body doesn’t need it ... what time did we meet?”
“About 4:30 I think...”
“So that’s 7½ hours to midnight ... surely I can manage that long without touching it ... can you help me by staying with me until, say 12:30, so I’ve managed a full 8 hours?”
“I really should go home before then...” I replied.
“Could you not have a sleepover at Calvin’s?”
I was shocked she’d remembered who I was supposed to be with this evening, she really was paying attention to what I’d been saying.
“I guess so ... I’ll message her ... oh yeah, my phone is upstairs, I’ll message her when I get my bag back...”
“That’s great ... mmm ... I need the lady’s room, then I think we’ll go dancing ... would you like to go dancing?”
“Where?”
“Here, they have a night club ... or we could go somewhere else...”
“There’s a place I’d really like to go, but it’s adults only ... it’s kind of a student hangout, I’ve seen posts online, it looks so cool...”
“Great, we’ll go there...” she replied as she stood and picked up her bag, “I need a wee,” she said, then paused, “I’ll leave this here,” she added, taking the vape from her bag, “so you know I’m not vaping in the toilet.”
I watched the last of the sunset while she was away, then looked around the dining room. There was a good mix of people; couples, families, pensioners. Some of the couples were around Elena’s age, but none of the women came close to her beauty.
I couldn’t help wondering what I was doing here.
Of all the males in Morecambe, why did she pick me?
She didn’t pick me though, I spoke to her, then she decided to bring me here. Maybe she doesn’t like to dine alone ... surely that’s why.
If so, why am I still here? She could send me home and pick up some guy when she’s dancing.
Then I had another thought ... maybe I’m here because she doesn’t want men pestering her, because surely they will if she was alone.
Further exploration of that avenue was halted by Elena’s return, “come on sweetie, let’s get your phone so you can message your mum ... what’s her name?”
“Caroline, Caroline Masters...”
“Oh, you have a different name.”
“Yes, I’ve got my dad’s name, although he’s long gone. They never married, which means mum is young, free and single, but she’s never bothered getting another man.”
“Men can be problematic,” she sighed as we walked across the lobby and up the spiral staircase, “some men can be problematic, I should say, but the trouble is, you usually don’t find out they’re problematic until it’s too late, so it’s usually best to be like Caroline, and avoid them.”
“Is that what you’re doing now, using me to keep other men away?”
“Actually, no. I was sitting having a coffee, making plans for what to do after dinner - which were to finish my book and watch TV - when this kid showed up, and I looked into his eyes and saw something I don’t normally see in a guy.”
“What’s that?”
“I saw you, Josh, I saw you looking at me, looking at my face, and you asked me a question and listened to what I said. At no point did you look at my tits until I mentioned them. I asked if you’d seen all my films and you said yes, and you didn’t make any smutty comments. I liked talking to you and wanted to talk some more, so I invited you for dinner...”
“But why am I still here?”
“Because I’ve had some wine, and now I’ve had wine I want to dance ... and we’ll go back to your earlier point ... now you are here to keep other guys away, but do not take that the wrong way, because I really do want to dance with you...”
Elena swiped her keycard on the door and swung it open ... her room was huge, with big windows overlooking the bay ... we could just see the last of the orange glow of the sunset on the horizon, glinting off the blades of the wind turbines far out to sea.
My bag was on the bed, I stepped past Elena and grabbed it, pulling my phone from the front pocket ... which is when I noticed the jeans and t-shirt spread out on the bed.
“Whose are these clothes?”
“Oh, they’re for you.”
“How did they get here?”
“My assistant bought them for you, I messaged her while you were in the toilet earlier.”
“That was just after we got here.”
“Yes, it was ... I had a feeling we’d be spending the evening together, and I thought you’d want something more comfortable, there’s some trainers on the floor by the dressing table.”
I checked the labels, my size, “how do you know my sizes?”
“I guessed, one of my skills ... before I appeared in front of the camera, I worked in wardrobe.”
Getting back to the reason I thought we’d come up here, I fired off a message to mum, she replied straightaway that it was fine, and that she was going into Lancaster in the morning, did I need anything from the shops there.
After replying in the negative I looked up from my phone and saw Elena’s bare behind in front of the dressing table.
Then she stood and turned, and I got my first sight of a naked woman with my own eyes...
... although, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen Elena Martin naked, because I have seen all her films.
“Do I look OK?”
“You look fine...” I replied, “although if you don’t want to be pestered, you probably want to put some clothes on...”
I’m amazed I managed to speak, because my mouth was bone dry.
“We’ve got plenty of time before we go dancing...”
And now my voice had deserted me, and I was starting to feel woozy, as all the blood in my body was concentrated in one place.
“Put your bag and new clothes on the floor,” she told me.
I complied.
“Now put your school clothes on top of them...”
Again, I complied.
“Oh my god!”
“What’s wrong ... should I get dressed again?”
“You should do no such thing, I want you to stay where you are and turn slowly around...”
I again complied, because there’s no way I could do otherwise, naked Elena had 100% mesmerised me.
“My god, Josh, I bet the girls love you.”
“Why?”
“Because you have the biggest, hardest cock I have ever seen...”
“Really?”
“Yes, really...” she replied as she moved forwards and knelt before me.
Ahh ... that’s what it feels like.
I looked down and Elena had almost my whole cock in her mouth. Her eyes were looking up at me and they were smiling.
“Oh shit!” I cried...
“It’s OK honey,” Elena said soothingly as she wiped my cum off her face and chest, “you’re a boy and there’s plenty more where that came from ... it’ll take the edge off, you’ll be able to concentrate on dancing.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to concentrate ever again ... every time I close my eyes I’ll only be able to see you naked, with me in your mouth...”
“We’ll do much more later, to give you many more happy memories...” she assured me, “now we’ll have a shower and get ready for dancing.”
The shower was big enough for us both, and my proximity to Elena had the expected effect. She stood behind me, pressing her soft, full breasts against back. She writhed against me, pushing her pussy against my bottom as she reached around and held me firmly.
A few hours ago I was looking forward to spaghetti bolognaise and a night of TV. Calvin had lent me a couple of pirated DVDs, the new Supergirl and Spiderman films.
Since then I’d met my favourite actress, had dinner with her, and cum all over her face and chest ... now she was giving me a handjob, and it was better than any time I’d done it myself ... mostly because I’d never had a pair of big, soft breasts pressing against my back before...
Elena’s writhing against my body grew faster, she pumped my cock harder. She wrapped her free arm around my chest, pulling me closer to her body.
As her gyrations peaked, she pressed her lips to my ear, “cum for me, lover boy,” she whispered, in a voice I remembered from one of her earliest films.
Her hand gripped me even tighter, her fist pumped me even harder ... until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I came, and I came hard. As jets of spunk splashed against the cubical wall, Elena’s fingernails dug into my chest, and she ground her pussy even harder against me ... and she came.
And I hope next door were out, because he came very noisily indeed.
Elena reached for the bottle of shower gel, squirting a healthy amount on her palm as she started to wash me for the second time, “we’d better get you clean again,” she giggled.
I liked that giggle, it was girlish and matched her character as she playfully washed my body, and then her own.
When we were finished, she lifted the detachable shower head from the wall and began to hose down the shower cubicle.
“Have you seen how high you squirted?” she asked, pointing to a blob of spunk about two metres up the wall, “at least I hope that’s yours, and the housekeepers didn’t leave it from the previous guests...”
More giggles, and I didn’t realise I could like my favourite actress more, but obviously I could.
Twenty minutes later, we were dry, dressed and in the back of an Uber speeding us towards Lancaster.
“You didn’t answer my question before,” Elena asked.
She had to shout into my ear, because the driver was playing some very loud Bangra music and had so far resisted all our attempts to ask him to turn it down.
“Which question, you’ve asked many,” I shouted in reply.
“Do girls like you...”
“I don’t know, because ... well ... I’ve never been brave enough to ask a girl out.”
“You’ve never had a girlfriend?”
“Nope ... I’ve never really been interested ... I’m more interested in ... you know ... XBox and stuff.”
“Oh man ... the girls in town have no idea what they’re missing...” she replied, before moving her lips from my ear to my mouth...
So, that’s another first crossed off my imaginary list ... my first proper kiss.
Initially, I wasn’t sure how to react, but soon my lips figured out what they were supposed to be doing, and the rest of the journey passed way too quickly for my liking.
The Uber dropped us at the gates to the venue, which was inside a former brewery building.
“Do we give him 1 for the music, or 5 for ignoring us while we kissed?” Elena asked with her Uber app open.
“4 ... he loses 1 for the music.”
“Seems fair...” she replied, before turning towards the gate...”oh wow, this looks fantastic!”
And it did.
Beyond the gates was a huge goods yard filled with a ramshackle array of DIY seating constructed from pallets, railway sleepers and huge cable reels. Beyond the seating were a selection of food trucks and an outdoor bar.
The club itself was a metal sided building painted in a colourful representation of a WW2 dazzleships pattern.
The guy on the gate just let us walk in.
“Somewhere like this in London would be £20 entry at least, so that means we’ve got £40 to spend inside, and do you know what that means?”
“I’ve no idea,” I replied honestly.
“Champagne!” she cried as she dragged me into the building, where the music was at ear bleeding volume and lasers bounced off every surface.
“Do you have champagne?” she shouted at the girl on the bar, holding out her two £20 notes.
“We have Moet or Krug...” the girl replied, “you can have Moet for £40, Krug is a tenner extra.”
Elena pulled out another £10, “Krug please.”
“How many glasses would you like, love?” the girl asked.
“No glasses, just the bottle...” Elena shouted as the music suddenly got louder ... and faster.
Elena swapped the money for a bottle, and dragged me to the dancefloor, where we danced and drank and danced some more...
She moved well, dancing around me, pressing her breasts against my chest, stealing quick kisses then pulling away, drinking from the bottle and cheering as she held it in the air.
I probably had about three mouthfuls of the two bottles she bought.
We danced and kissed for hours. Elena was tireless, bouncing along to the music. She’d chosen a loose fitting top for the evening, and I was in a hypnotic daze for a lot of the night, watching her breasts doing as much bouncing as she was.
Apart from her breasts, I enjoyed watching her bottom as she spun around, and her beautiful face, which was even more wonderful tonight, from the simple joy of dancing.
What did I do to deserve this fantastic evening, surely it’s not just from making eye contact?
The crowd started to thin after midnight; some moved upstairs to a smaller, more intimate venue with a 6am licence, and some drifted over the road to the many student accommodation blocks.
Elena pulled me close and kissed me hard.
“I don’t remember when I’ve had so much fun on a night out. Just dancing ... no coke, just chanpagne ... and dancing with a beautiful guy, and nobody pestering me ... nobody knows who I am, I feel so free...”
Elena was a bit too giddy to book our Uber, so I grabbed her phone, held it in front of her face to unlock it, and booked a ride back to the hotel. We were given a 15-minute wait time, so I grabbed a couple of coffees from one of the food vans, paying with Elena’s phone, as I’d not transferred my money from my school pants to the new pants.
We took the coffee to one of the makeshift tables beside an open firepit.
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