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(MF, rom, light-bd) *** It's about 11:00 a.m. and it's raining again. Not too long ago waking to a morning rain would have immediately sent me into a day long depression. All of that has changed since our first encounter. That day it had been raining, too. It poured throughout most of the day and weather reports had warned of severe thunder storms later in the evening. By 10:30 that fateful night the only thing I hoped for was to have them hold off long enough to get through this night's auditions. I am the artistic director of the Q Street Repertory Company, or just 'the Q' as we sometimes say. Calling this place a theater is stretching things a bit. It's actually a renovated townhouse in the center of Georgetown. We have a stage, or at least what passes for one. The playing area is about as big as the average living room. At capacity, with a few people standing, we can accommodate just under 100 audience members. It's not a problem because we usually play to about 2/3rds capacity. We have been in operation for a little over three years. Last year wasn't too bad. We staged an original musical that received good reviews. Words like "daring," "enthusiastic," and "unique" drew the yuppies. A Tony nomination for best set design, (there wasn't any) drew the critics, and a little nudity kept the attendance up for the better part of six months. Our last three presentations didn't fare as well, however. Everything hinged on our latest attempt. Another original. I was able to coax the team that had penned our big hit into giving it another shot. Their agreement, of course, wasn't without its price. This time I was offered a show that I didn't imagine any "respectable" theater would have even considered. Appropriately entitled "Sex with Strangers," this one actually had a set of sorts. A king size, four poster bed planted center stage. The plot line involved a series of encounters between people who had met earlier in the evening and then decided to end their night by taking a room at the local no-tell motel. Included in the assortment of characters were a young couple anxious to try a threesome, two hopefuls from a double A minor league baseball team who have just discovered their bi-sexuality, a businessman and a "working girl," and finally, a solo number that espoused the merits of masturbation. The last act would be accompanied by a catchy tune entitled, "I've Got Matters Well In Hand." Although the show was risky, I decided to it give a chance. Hell, at this point there wasn't much to lose. So, I had my third night of auditions nearly complete. One more Patti Lupone wanna-be and I'd be out of here. And not a moment too soon either. The skies had been rumbling for over an hour and it's ninety three degrees inside. If you haven't experienced a summer in D.C. you don't know what humidity is. I'm sitting toward the back of the house. I've had the techies put up every light they can find. All the dimmers are cranked to the limit. The idea is to not let the hopefuls see me sitting in the distance. A non- committal, "thanks, we'll let you know," and somebody escorts them out the side door. I look down at the last resume in the stack. A woman from Connecticut. There's not enough light back here to actually read the thing. I can't even see her 8X10 very clearly. I'm trying to make out the name when I hear a husky contralto from the stage. "Hi, I'm Meredith Kay," you say. "Hi Meredith," I reply. "What's your real name?" "That's it," you say. "Tall, dark and imaginary. People as crazy as I am can't afford to be phonies." I'm feeling a little playful so I decide to bite. "Pretty quick aren't you?" You laugh a bit, then your voice turns serious. "Oh, you'd be amazed." "Okay, um, Meredith. Can you read from the middle of page 27 to the end of the scene for me please?" "Do you want your salad with or without dressing?" This rattles me a bit. Most of the previous candidates had bitched about the copious amount of what they felt to be "gratuitous nudity" in the script. I take a few seconds to prepare my cop-out. "Well, um, uh, your pleasure." That infectious little laugh again, to go along with a gorgeous vamp of a smile. You start to disrobe. I hadn't even heard you sing yet, but I was sure that I had found my "working girl." Just as you are getting down to your underwear, my stage manager appears by my side and whispers in my ear. "If you don't mind, I'm going to call it a night. This rain is starting to get heavy and you know how I am about thunder storms. I hope I can still get a taxi." Before I could even tell her that it was all right with me she was making her way up the aisle and out the front door. I turned my attention back to the stage. While most of the previous candidates just sit on the edge of the bed and read the material, you are on your knees facing the audience. Your imaginary customer would have been lieing under you with your back to him. I am trying to concentrate on your diction and projection, no small task given the enthusiasm you are lending to your performance. As the scene is reaching its conclusion, with the john getting his and you faking yours, there is a bright flash of lightening followed almost immediately by a sudden, loud clap of thunder and the theater goes pitch black. In most places the emergency lights would come on, but not in this little third rate theater. Hell, I'm lucky if the stage lights work on a normal night. I can hear Max, the music director, making his way slowly up the aisle. Before I can protest he says, "Looks like we'll have to continue this tomorrow buddy. I'm out of here. By the way, that last woman is a real looker." I quickly stand and follow behind him to the street. A quick look around tells me that at least this part of the city has no power. The rain has let up a bit but the humidity feels even more oppressive. A few blocks away a siren screams. Max turns to me. "Sounds like the bad boys are already at it. They'll be out droves tonight. You might want to hang around and keep an eye on the place. At least until the power comes back." "Care to stick it out with me?" I ask hopefully. "Not on your life, pal," Max says. "I've got a private audition set up with a chorus girl from the Lincoln Theater's production of "Cats". He pauses a moment, staring out at the dark street. "Have to find out whether or not I can actually make the pussy purr." "You'll do fine, I'm sure," I say, shaking my head as Max ran the short distance to his car. Typical musician, always thinking with his damn dick. I am pretty well soaked as I head back into the theater. I am preparing to lock up when I hear a clear voice from the stage. "Hey out there! Anybody? Can I put my clothes back on now?" Shit! In all the distraction I've forgotten all about poor Meredith. My mind flashes back to her gyrations on the bed and I think maybe it's a good thing the lights have gone out. Though I'd watched her for only a few minutes, the memory of her wonderful body, naked and moving on the set, causes an instant reaction. Without warning, I am suddenly as hard as steel. "Uh, yeah, sure, it's OK," I stammer. "I kind of forgot about you in all the commotion. Listen, I'm really sorry. Can you see anything?" I fear she may be angry, but no, I hear that sexy laugh again. It sounds so.....inviting? Or maybe it's just my mood. "Of course not," you reply. "Don't mind me, I'll just grope around here in the dark until I find something that feels like my clothes." "Let me see if I can find a flashlight," is all I can think to say. I know the only one we ever had that actually worked belonged to Rachel, the stage manager. And I'm not sure where it is. After a couple of minutes of fumbling around in the dark, more for show than anything, I make my way down to the stage where you are still sitting naked on the bed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't find one," I say. I'm much closer to you now and thoughts of your naked body are playing havoc with my mind. "Were you able to find your clothes?" "No. Actually, I haven't started looking yet," you reply. "I'm blind as a bat here. All the bright lights you had on only made it worse. I'm still seeing mostly a red glow in front of me. It's going to be a while before my eyes adjust." I pause, not sure what to do next. My mind, under no such constraints, is thinking of many things I'd like to do next. You seem to realize that I am feeling more than a little uncomfortable. "So Mr. Director, do I get the part?" At the moment I am actually grateful for the darkness because I am having no luck at all getting my cock under control. And no prospects either, not when there is a lovely, stark naked young woman sitting in the darkness a few feet away from me. (What was it I was just thinking about Max?) I'd almost forgotten that you had come here for an audition. Before I could get out more foolish sounding 'ums' and 'ers', you laugh again. Damn, that giggle of yours is enough to drive the Pope to distraction. And His Holiness I'm not, especially right now. "Well, if your breathing is any indication, you liked what you saw. Where the hell is my shirt? I can't see a friggin thing." Even with a slight twinge of impatience, your voice is still getting to me. In the dark I don't realize how close we have gotten until I feel your hand reach out, just brushing over the front of my pants. I gasp and pull back involuntarily. "Uh, I'm afraid that isn't your shirt," was all I could manage. "I know," you say, your voice takes on a lower, sultry tone. "But, well, it just might be what I was looking for all along." My arousal has reached near critical mass by this time and I don't need any further coaxing. Neither do you apparently. I feel your hands again, this time undoing my belt and pulling me down onto the bed at the same time. "There's something about not being able to see what your eating that makes it taste that much better, you know." Before I realize what's happening, you lean over in front of me and virtually swallow my throbbing penis. I'm still having trouble grasping what is happening, or maybe why it's happening but, not wanting to feel that I was doing less than my share, I slowly turn you around and pull your crotch nearer to my face. Breaking the action just long enough to slide a little further up on the bed and place a pillow under my neck, I reach up and pull gently, guiding your pelvis down, closer to my face. In the blackness I can't see a thing but my other senses, as if to make up, seem to be working overtime. I can feel the softness of your skin and the smooth swell of your buttocks in my hands. Even better, I can smell the musky odor of your aroused sex. In the stillness of the room I can even hear the delightful wet sounds your mouth makes as it teases my cock. The next minutes were sheer pleasure. I kiss your inner thighs, running my tongue up and down, leaving little kisses, as I slowly work my way to your pussy. Meanwhile, you content yourself with running your mouth over the full length of my shaft. Each time you reached the end, you seem to suck me a little deeper into the warmth of your mouth and throat than the time before. Had I not had your moist slit to occupy my attention I would likely have cum in a matter of seconds. As you gradually took more and more of me into your mouth, I responded in kind, working my tongue in a slow circuit, starting at your clitoris, then lower, along the slippery inner labia, sucking first one and then the other into my eager mouth. Then further down, as far into your sopping wet vagina as my tongue would stretch, then out again, carrying your pungent juices to your asshole. There I lingered for a few seconds, licking gently around your tight sphincter muscle, feeling your body tense before you moan and finally relax, giving in as I orally tease your most private place. Finally, my direction reverses, and I gradually work my way back toward your clit, taking in the all the delights of your femininity along the way. Despite the attention as I am trying to pay to increasing your pleasure, I find myself becoming more and more aroused by the action of your mouth on my cock. By now I am nearly coming unglued so strong are the feelings you are generating in me. You had gradually worked to the point of taking me all the way into your throat and then pulling back, almost allowing the engorged head of my prick to escape your mouth before once again plunging all the way down. Between your furious down strokes you would travel the length of my shaft with your tongue and, when you reached the base, carefully taking my swollen balls into your mouth. I can see none of this, of course, but in the stillness of the dark room I can hear the wet, slobbering noises you make (loudly and on purpose I wonder?), as you continue to suck on me. This stimulation is beginning to make me crazy and I step up my own licking in response, putting my hands on your soft ass and pulling the silky smooth cheeks far enough apart to allow me better access. As I continue to move my tongue around your clit, I notice your secretions have changed in texture from a thin, watery consistency earlier to something more viscous and syrup-like now, a sure sign of your increasing arousal. I run my index finger up and down slowly in your slippery, sopping crack, reveling in your increasingly frantic response as I do so. After easily teasing your whole sex with my fingertips I locate the entrance to your vagina and slowly insert my index finger deep into its gooey warmth. The stimulation is momentarily too much and you pull your head from my cock. "Yes....god.....please...," you groan, your voice panting and shaking with need. I am tempted to ask you what you want me to do because I want so badly to hear you tell me, but I understand and add a second finger, slowly pushing them both into your wetness as deeply as they will go. Your hips begin an involuntary rocking motion, grinding your sopping pussy into my face as I work my fingers in and out of your sweet cunt. While I'm doing this, my mouth once again finds its way to your swollen clitoris, licking and sucking the tiny mass of hypersensitive nerve endings in and out of my mouth. You mash your pussy deeper onto my face as your first orgasm begins, starting as a growl deep within your throat and eventually working up to a volume matched in intensity only by the thunder storm raging outside. I have taken you over the edge and your wanton display of lust causes my own climax, so long delayed, to begin. For just an instant I panic, unsure what to do, but instead of pulling away from my cock you lower your head and simply take it deeper into you throat, nursing on it noisily as I begin to ejaculate in torrents, my moans of pleasure filling the quiet room. Once our mutual contractions and spasms subside I turn you around to face me. Your eyes must have become accustomed to what small amount of light there is because, as I watch, you move off the bed and return with a small overnight bag. "Boy Scout's motto, always be prepared," you say softly, removing several small pieces of cloth that turn out to be silk scarves. Without saying another word, you quickly work your way around the spacious set piece, carefully tying first my hands and then my feet to each of the sturdy posts. While this comes as complete surprise to me, I am too drained to pull away, or even voice any objections. The last piece of silk you save for my eyes. After you finish securing it you bring your lips to my ear and I jerk slightly as your warm breath sends a shiver through me. Maybe it's the aftereffects of such an intense orgasm, but suddenly I feel like my whole body has become hyper-sensitized. "Time to let your ears, nose, nerve endings, and mind just take over, darling." Your voice is gentle and soothing now. I thought it had been dark in the room before, but after you tie the last piece of cloth in place the blackness is so complete it feels a bit disorienting. After only a few minutes of sight deprivation I come to realize how quickly my other senses could take over. Added to all this are my vague feelings of uneasiness and discomfort caused by being immobilized. Yet, the total effect is strong and undeniable and my arousal climbs to a still higher level. I hear the bed squeak a bit as you reposition yourself, once again straddling me, lowering your damp, musky crotch onto my face so my lips and tongue can begin their pleasure dance on your pussy once again. Though your arousal builds much faster this time, you stop yourself just short of another orgasm. Now I feel a new sensation as your body slides down the length of my torso, a mixture of sweat and moisture from your aroused cunt leaving a trail of shiny wetness over my chest and stomach. Your downward progress ends as your pussy bumps the head of my swollen cock. In the dark, my senses seem to reach new levels of awareness. I can't see what your doing but I can hear the intake of your breath and the soft touch of your hand as you reach behind yourself and fondle my hardness. My movement restricted by the silk scarves, I can offer only my mouth as an implement of arousal. Now, you lean forward, far enough to allow your breasts to caress my lips. Feeling the wonderful warmth and softness of your breasts against my face ratchets up my arousal yet again, my cock becoming so stiff and swollen that the feeling verges on pain. Slowly I run my tongue around your nipples until both are swollen and fully erect, then suck each of them into my mouth. At your urging I bite down, gently at first, just nipping the ends, then gradually increasing the pressure as I suck a bigger portion of your sweet breast flesh into my mouth. I bring my teeth into play as the nipples are just about to escape my lips, biting each one almost to the pain threshold, then running my soft tongue around the swollen aureole in a gentle caress. As I feast on your breasts, you rub yourself against me, running your wet pussy slowly up and down the length of my cock. You stroke me against your swollen clitoris, pressing down harder and harder as your arousal becomes more urgent. The hot, airless room is soon filled with the musky scent, the odor a mixture of sweat and the juices flowing from between your legs. My senses, touch, hearing, and especially smell are approaching overload; I'm about at my limit. So are you. You sit up then, pulling your beautiful chest away from my hungry mouth. Squeezing my cock a little harder in your hand, you rub the swollen head up and down your slit before positioning it at the entrance to your vagina. Finally, you allow me to slide myself into you. Instinctively, I thrust my hips upward, easily burying my rod all the way up my balls. We both moan aloud, nearly cumming right then from the incredible sensations. We stroke each other slowly at first, gradually increasing the pressure and friction until, like two rutting animals, our movements becoming a primal, rhythmic dance. Each stroke is harder and faster than the last and I can hear the bed, even the stage, creaking under the strain of our movement. The inside of your body feels smoother and tighter than the silk that binds me to the corners of the bed. As I feel the contractions of an orgasm nearing, you sit still further back, pressing your cunt even harder against my middle, grinding your clitoris in circles against my pubic bone. You plunge my cock in harder, faster, and deeper until your body tenses and you let out a sudden, guttural wail of pleasure punctuated by a string of obscenities. I don't know how, but we seem to explode at almost the same instant, our orgasms more drawn out and pleasurable this time. Finally spent, you let your legs stretch out and lay on top of me. The warmth and softness of your body pressing on mine feels wonderful. I kiss your lips lightly, then more urgently, our tongues entwining again. I savor the sensation; I don't want this blissful moment to end though I know it will. After the last of our mutual convulsions subside, I tell you how great I feel. You let another impish laugh escape. I don't think that I'll ever forget the sound of your sweet, sexy laugh. You roll off me, to the side. I can feel you untying each of my limbs in turn. The last scarf to be removed is taken from my eyes. Just as you remove it the lights flicker several times and then finally come back on to stay. The glare from the stage lights, long forgotten, immediately blinds both of us. We sit on the on the edge of the bed, shading our eyes and laughing, momentarily too weak and wasted to do anything else. Finally, you kiss me and ask, "Now where were we? Are you going to help me find my close or are you just going to sit there?" Once we're both dressed, you remind me why you came. "I shouldn't have to ask you this again, but do I get the part? Please, Mr. Producer." Your voice comes out in a sexy, breathless, little girl whine that causes a familiar tingle in my crotch. Now it's my turn to laugh. "Meredith, you insane person, you had the part long before the lights went out. Even then, I could see you'd be perfect for it. I sure didn't mind discovering your other talents, though. Maybe for a change I can audition for you sometime. I was a little 'restricted' last time around." "I'd like that," you say and I can hear a new warmth and sincerity in your voice. We kiss again and laugh once again as we begin locking up the theater. No matter what else happens, I think that this is going to be a very good show. Chrissy * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 30