Familiar Faces

          Familiar Faces - a true encounter. 

          "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, 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 lycra 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 accidentally 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 abut 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 "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 stuff" 

          "Shut-up!" 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. Quickly we 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 our explorations." 

          Kay was the dance instructor for the acting students, and a very 
        attractive woman... this could be interesting. I would definitely make 
        that call. And with that thought we walk out of the theatre and into the 
        day light. 

          To be continued.... 

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