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Familiar Faces - A True Encounter
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
Hilary and Craig meet in the hallway of an eastern
University and rekindle an old relationship that
becomes an urgent need that becomes a reckless sexual
encounter. (MF, oral, anal, voy, affair, college)
***
"Hi Craig!" she said as we passed in the hallway.
"Remember me?"
It isn't that I didn't recognize her, it's just that I
didn't expect to ever run into her again. Hilary had
graduated from the university some four or five years
earlier, and it is pretty unusual for former students
to return to visit beyond a year or two after
graduation.
"Well hello Hilary, what are you doing here?" I
replied, a little surprised at her welcoming approach,
since I didn't remember her being overly friendly with
me, especially since I was merely on the staff at this
university, and not one of the faculty.
Hilary explained that she had been invited back to give
a guest lecture to the current students on the life of
a working actress on the road with bus and truck
musicals.
These are revivals of old standard musicals, usual a
performing vehicle for some fading variety star of
twenty years ago, like Robert Goulet or Debbie
Reynolds. They go from city to city playing anywhere
from one day to a couple of weeks. It can mean being on
the road for months at a time. The name comes from the
fact that the scenery travels in a truck, and the
performers in a bus. The hours are long and the work
grueling, and the hotel rooms are all the same.
However, the pay can be excellent, and competition for
the roles is tough. If you can last it out on the road
for any length of time, you are good, and you are
tough.
And Hilary was tough. When she was a theatre student,
she was not one your stars-in-the-eyes innocent acting
students. Quite the contrary, as the daughter of
professional performers, she knew what it took to
succeed, and because of that she worked hard at her
craft. After four years of intense study, she had
developed into a talented singer, actress and dancer.
Her biggest drawback as a performer was that she was
small. Petite is perhaps a better word. Standing barely
five feet tall, Hilary was not the standard show girl
type. All the more need for talent and sheer will to
get ahead in the business.
Her small stature was never a drawback in my book.
Being on the short side of average height myself, I
always had a preference for small women. And Hilary fit
my ideal almost to a 'T'. At five foot, she may have
weighted ninety five pounds or so, but her small body
was exquisitely shaped and well packed to boot, her
shape reminded me of Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing.
When she was still a student I can remember watching
her rehearse, and being fascinated with her small taut
round thighs and her pert tits, that jiggled so nicely
when she danced. My pulse would quicken rise whenever
she was dancing on stage and an actor would lift her so
that her costume would rise to reveal her high round
butt encased in Lycia and lace. She was the kind of
vision that would occupy both my sleeping and waking
dreams. I spent much of my time back stage watching her
great little ass.
During her student years, I kept my hands (and
thoughts) to myself. Although I was a staff member and
not faculty, it still isn't a good idea to 'mess
around' with the students. There is always the danger
of getting tangled in a sexual harassment suit or
something similar that could be detrimental to both
ones career and paycheck.
None the less Hilary had been an outgoing student and
there were many occasions that we chatted about this
and that or found ourselves in a group at a restaurant
or party. The division between student, faculty and
staff being somewhat less formal in theatre departments
than in other academic fields. In addition, my job as
production manager put me in contact with the students
on various levels.
There was more than once in those encounters that she
stood very close to me or accidently rubbed up against
me, but at the time I thought nothing of it, but just
enjoyed it, and let it pass. In retrospect, maybe I
should have paid more attention.
We stood and chatted in the hallway for ten or fifteen
minutes, she telling me about her experiences on the
road since she had left school. I told her of the past
plays that we had done over the years.
Suddenly, she looked at me and said, "Show me the
theatre. I've got at least two hours before I speak to
the class, and I'd like to have another look at it
after all these years."
I thought that this was a little strange, considering
that she had spent the better part of the last few
years in one theatre or another, but, enjoying her
company and not being one to disappoint a visiting
alumni I grabbed my keys and headed off to the theatre.
The theatre is the large modern auditorium that is used
for the big musicals that are done every year. It seats
about 1600 and has a large stage and a regular rabbit
warren of dressing rooms. The theatre was empty as we
walked in on stage, there wasn't a show scheduled to
move in until later in the week. The cavernous theatre
was totally dark, except for a single light bulb on a
stand in the center of the stage, and the red glow of
the exit signs one hundred feet distant from the stage.
"You know, Craig, either you are really dense, or I am
a total failure at telegraphing my feelings. When I was
a student here I was hot for your ass, and I did just
about everything I could to get you to pay attention to
me. Nothing seemed to work. This time I'm not going to
be so subtle."
With that comment, she turned, reached up, and kissed
me hard on the mouth, almost ramming her tongue down my
throat. In the same motion she reached down and cupped
my cock and balls with her right hand.
I was surprised, but not so much as to not respond to
her advances. I returned her kiss with an equal
passion, and in response began to caress her ass. I
could feel through her skirt that she was wearing
stockings and a garter belt, but there was no evidence
of panties.
"I always wanted you as well," I said breaking from the
kiss. "But you know how it is these days, students and
staff and all that kind of stuff."
"Shut-up and pay attention to me!" was the reply, as
she rubbed my now growing cock a little harder, and
continued with the deep kisses.
I slid my hand down below the hem of her skirt and ran
them up her thighs beyond the stocking tops. Her flesh
was smooth and cool to my touch and that butt that I
had watched so closely in rehearsals quivered as I ran
my hands over it. I gently kneaded her ass cheeks, and
as I did so I realized that she was wearing a g-string
made of some silky fabric, that had a thin ribbon that
ran up the crack of her ass. She shook her butt, rubbed
her thighs together and moaned in my ear as I tugged
lightly on the g-string ribbon.
Her hand began to fumble with the zipper of my pants.
Within a few seconds she had released my cock from my
pants and began stroking the now raging hard on. I
moved my attention to her small but firm round breasts.
I could feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric of
her bra and blouse. My hand had found its way inside
her blouse and I rolled her nipples between my fingers
Her stroking of my cock continued, occasionally she
would squeeze the head, rolling her hand around as she
did so. I was in ecstasy, and Hilary was enjoying
herself as well.
After a few minutes of this, I looked around; here we
were standing in the middle of the darkened stage
illuminated only by the single light that stood about
four feet away from us, and me with my prick hanging
out. If anyone were to walk into the theatre now, there
would be no mistaking what was going on, and that would
be the end, job, career, the works.
Just as I was about to suggest that we find somewhere
else to do this, she slid down onto her knees, saying,
"I always wanted you, and I always wanted to do this on
stage." With that comment, she gave the head of my cock
a big wet lick and proceeded to suck it with great
abandon.
"Hilary! I want you too, but we can't do this here." I
protested but her expert ministrations were clouding my
judgment. Despite my protests, I made no attempt to
make her stop. In fact I began to stroke her blond hair
and slowly pump my hips to match the rhythm of her
expert mouth and tongue played as they played upon my
dick. It felt so good that my knees were on the verge
of buckling, and my mind was going blank.
Suddenly she stopped sucking, "You're right, we can't
do this here", she said, "there's no audience, and
besides, we need a little furniture. I've got an idea.
Stuff that back in your pants."
Not sure what she had in mind, I managed to jam my
swollen and sensitive dick back in place and zip my
pants. Hilary readjusted her clothes only slightly.
"Follow me," she grabbed my hand and we headed to the
back of the auditorium and out into the lobby.
Perhaps the most striking feature of theatre is the
lobby, which is a large airy space approximately 140
feet long and 40 feet tall. The outer wall is made
entirely of glass that has a mirror finish on the
outside so that people in the theatre can see out, but
those on the outside cannot see in.
The lobby fronts a small park like area that is crossed
by foot paths and is a favorite place for students to
sun bathe. It was a beautiful spring afternoon and
there were perhaps forty or fifty people lying about
the lawn.
"Here!" she said, pointing to a polished wooden bench
along the outside wall of the lobby of the theatre.
The bench that Hilary pointed out was about one foot
from the glass and maybe three feet from a group of six
or eight people lying in the sun. With a dramatic flair
she stepped onto the bench, and lifted her skirt.
Shaking her ass at the one-way mirror and the people
beyond it, "I want to have you right here," she
growled.
With one hand she grabbed the top of her red g-string
and gave it a tug upwards which buried the point of it
in the lips of her pussy, tufts of blond hair curling
around its edges, I could see that it was already
saturated from her pussy juices.
Taking the initiative I walked up to her and unbuttoned
the rest of the buttons on her blouse, revealing her
lace encased tits to the daylight. With my face now at
tit height, I popped the center clasp on her bra and
laid my tongue on her pink nipples. It only took a
moment of licking and nibbling them before they were
erect and turning crimson from the attention.
Hilary was still holding her skirt up around her waist
the entire time that I was paying attention to her
tits, she seemed transfixed, lost in herself. I shifted
my attention to he crotch. Gripping the backs of her
thighs I began to lightly chew the fabric of the G-
string, she spread her legs slightly and pushed he
pelvis forward to better accommodate my actions.
I found the head of her clit through the fabric and
nibbled. I pulled the fabric aside and began licking
and sucking her clit directly. Her pussy was saturated
before I started, it tasted musty but sweet. Several
times her knees nearly buckled as I worked her pussy.
"Let me sit down, before I fall down." And with that
she sat on the end of the bench with her crotch right
at the edge. I sat on the floor between her legs, and
dived into her pussy again. This time I came up with a
mouthful of her G-string, which I pulled away from her
pussy with my teeth. I worked the damp piece of fabric
down her legs and completely off entirely with my
mouth, revealing a blond encased pussy lips with a
rather pink and protruding clit.
I returned my attentions to that clit, licking,
nibbling and sucking, occasionally darting my tongue
into her cunt. Hilary's squirming and bucking increased
in frequency and intensity. She grabbed my hair as if
to hold on, leaving her skirt draped over my head.
Finally, she simply laid back on the bench, too
distracted to sit up any longer. This gave me even
better access to her pussy, I positioned her legs over
my shoulders and I began to probe the depths of it with
my fingers while I continued to lick and nibble her
clit.
After a few minutes of such attention to her pussy, her
hip bucking changed tempo, her thighs clamped hard
around my head and she forced her cunt down hard on my
fingers. She let out a long cry, and held that position
for what must have been thirty seconds. Slowly she
began to relax, her pussy and thighs twitching slightly
as she did so. I knew that I had brought her to orgasm.
During all of this my cock had been pressing hard
against my fly, straining to escape the confines of my
pants. I reached down and undid my belt and fly,
finally releasing my cock. It sprung forth ready, the
head almost purple from the internal pressure. I slid
Hilary toward the end of the bench, and lifting her
legs in the air, I plunged my cock into her pussy.
Her pussy was like heaven, hot, wet, and tight. I had
fantasized about her years before, but I never though
that I would actually have an opportunity to actually
fill her hot hole, especially under these
circumstances. With her legs in the air I was able to
bury my cock to the hilt with every stroke.
Hilary almost howled each time the head banged into her
cervix. I was hot and desperate and the pace of my
fucking was relentless. She kept sliding back on the
bench from the force of the strokes, finally she
gripped the end of the bench to hold herself in place.
We continued at that pace for what seemed to be several
minutes. She was responding to my thrusts with equal
intensity I could feel the cum rising in my dick, but I
wasn't ready to pop my load yet.
"My ass, in my ass!" she panted loudly. I looked
around, still unsure that we wouldn't be seen through
the mirror glass windows. I guess I was surprised to
hear that from her, but on the other hand, I always
remember her as being precocious. I didn't want to
leave the confines of her pussy, but I slowly withdrew
from her cunt.
Hilary stood for a moment, I removed my jacket and laid
it on the floor so that she would have something to
kneel on. With that she knelt facing the end of the
bench, and leaned over so that her torso and tits were
laying on the bench. She shifted her ass in to the air
a little higher. Her face was pressed into the bench
and she gripped the sides tightly. Spreading her ass-
cheeks, her asshole was staring at me like a little
pink button, surrounded by a few wisps of light blond
hair. She was a small woman to begin with, and I wasn't
sure that that tight little sphincter could accommodate
my regulation size dick, but, If she wanted it, I was
game.
Since the lobby of a theatre isn't the place you'll
find a tube of K-Y, I reached under her and wet my hand
with some of her pussy juices and rubbed it around on
her asshole as lubrication. With my index finger I
massaged around the rim and gently pushed it into the
opening. She moaned a bit and raised her ass to meet my
finger. I worked it in and out for a moment and then
added another finger. She took the second one as
eagerly as she did the first. I added a third.
She clamped her sphincter tightly around all three. I
rotated my fingers around and pumped them in and out,
her ass raised to meet the movement of my hand, and
Hilary groaned loudly with every stroke.
Thinking that such an accepting asshole would be a
better place for my cock, I withdrew my fingers and
readied my dick for penetration. I again dipped into
her sopping pussy for more lubrication, this time
swabbing my dick head as well as her asshole.
She moaned as I placed the head of my cock against her
asshole and pushed gently. It didn't give at first in
spite of the earlier occupation of my fingers, so I
pushed a little harder, and slowly her sphincter opened
and I watched as the little pink began to accept the
tip of my throbbing dick. All at once it gave and she
gasped loudly with satisfaction as her asshole accepted
the head of my cock.
She tightly gripped the edge of the bench as I slowly
slid the rest of my length into her now relaxed ass. It
is hard to describe the sensation of her delectably
tight asshole. Different from her pussy, it was hot and
dry, her ass muscles griped my cock tightly as if
someone had their hand wrapped firmly around my dick.
Slowly at first, I began to stroke in and out, she
tightened her ass muscles with each out stroke,
relaxing them for the thrust in. I noticed how the few
blond hairs that surrounded her asshole would stick to
my dick in the out stroke, and slide into her ass along
with my dick on the in-stroke. She was still on the
high from her previous orgasm, and she began to
shudder, squirm and moan rapidly as the pace of my
strokes into her ass increased.
I was having a little trouble getting a good position
behind her, with my pants down around my knees, and my
shoes slipping on the tile floor. Oblivious to the
students sunbathing just five feet from us on the other
side of the window, Hilary began to cry out loudly with
each stroke as I banged in to her butt, at times
muttering, "Yes, yes, do me fuck my ass!"
It didn't take long before the incredible sensation of
her heavenly asshole began to take it's toll. I was
visibly shaking from the effort to keep from coming.
She sensed that I was about to come, and as I began to
spurt, she cried, "Pull out, I want to feel your cum on
my ass!"
I did as she instructed. The first two spurts were shot
inside her rectum but the last few shots hit her ass
hole and dripped down on her cunt. cumming more jism
than I can ever remember, I was almost howling with
pleasure as I shot my load into and on her. I shook and
groaned with utter satisfaction completely oblivious to
the people on the other side of the window.
Hilary collapsed on to the bench flat on her stomach,
with her ass still pointing into the air. I fell on top
of her in exhaustion and lay there for a moment. "That
was terrific," I whispered into her ear.
Then it dawned on me what we had just done. Fucking in
the lobby of a public building. As I began to get up I
glanced over to the window. There were ten or twelve
people standing at the window, with either their ears
cupped to the glass, or shielding their eyes trying to
see through the mirror surface. I could see from their
movements the we had been making enough noise that they
had heard us through the glass and were trying to
listen to the activities.
Hilary began to gain her composure, I slid back and
licked my own cum off of her pulsing pussy and tongued
her ass once for quick measure. We quickly stood and
began to reassemble ourselves.
A little embarrassed at the passion of the moment, we
both sheepishly glanced at each other and smiled. We
quickly dressed, as the commotion outside the window
subsided. There weren't many words to say after that
performance on both of our parts.
As we headed towards the door of the theatre, Hilary
turned to me and said, "I'm staying with Kay Jenson
while I'm here, give me a call after you're done with
work and maybe we can find some time to continue where
we left off."
Kay was the dance instructor for the acting students
and a very attractive woman... this could be
interesting, I thought to myself. I would definitely
make that call. And with that thought we walk out of
the theatre and into the daylight.
END
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