Archive-name: School/actress.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: 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 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 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 lightbulb 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 subtile." 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 garterbelt, 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 definately make that call. And with that thought we walk out of the theatre and into the day light. To be continued....