("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Meredith Gets The Part (MF) By Chrissy (address withheld) *** A long day auditioning actors at a local theater ends up surprisingly well. (MF, rom) *** It's raining again. There was a time when waking to a rainy morning would have immediately sent me into a day long depression. All of that has changed since our first encounter. The rain had threatened throughout the day. Weather reports had warned of severe thunder storms heading our way. At 10:30 at night the only thing that I hoped for was to have them hold off long enough to get through this evening of auditions. I am the artistic director of the Q Street Rep. The theater is a renovated town-house in the center of Georgetown. Calling this a theater is stretching it just a bit. We have a stage, for lack of a better name. The playing area is about as big as most peoples living room. At capacity, with a few people standing we can accommodate just under 100 audience members. It's not a problem. We usually play to about 2/3 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. A little nudity kept the attendance up for the better part of six months. Our last three presentations haven't fared as well. Everything hinges on our latest attempt. Another original. I was able to coax the team that had penned our big hit into giving us another go. Of course, their agreeing, wasn't without it's price. This time I was offered a show that I don't imagine any 'respectable' theater would have read. Appropriately entitled 'Sex with Strangers', this one had a set. A king size four poster planted center stage. The plot line consisted of a series of encounters between people that had only met within the last few hours and decided to end the night by taking a room at the local no-tell motel. Included in the assortment were a young couple anxious to try a threesome. Two hopefuls for a double- A minor league team that have just discovered their own bi-sexuality. A businessman and a 'working girl'. Finally, a solo number that espouses the merits of masturbation. The last being a catchy tune entitled 'I've got matters well in hand'. The show was risky at best. I decided to it give a chance. Hell, there wasn't much to lose. So, now I've got my third night of auditions nearly complete. One more Patti Lupone wanna- be and I'm out of here. Not a moment too soon. The skies have been rumbling for over an hour. It's ninety three degrees in here and 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. 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. Not enough light back here to actually read the thing. I can't even see the 8X10 very clearly. While I'm trying to make out the name I here a husky contralto from the stage. "Hi, I'm Meredith Kay." I reply, "Hi Meredith. What's your real name?" "That's it, tall, dark and imaginary. People as crazy as I am can't afford to be phonies." I'm feeling playful. I bite. "Pretty quick aren't you." Your answer is a sexy little laugh followed by a dead serious. "You'd be amazed." "Okay, um, Meredith. Can you read from the middle of page 27 to the end of the scene for me?" "Do you want your salad with our 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 took a few seconds to prepare my cop-out. "Well, um, uh, at your pleasure." That same infectious little laugh, a gorgeous vamp of a smile and you started to disrobe. I hadn't even heard you sing and I was sure that I had found my 'working girl'. Just as you were getting down to your underwear my stage manager whispered into my ear, "If you don't mind, I'm going to call it a night. The rain is starting to get heavy and you know how I am about thunder storms. I hope that I can still get a taxi." Before I could tell her that it was alright by 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 had just sat on the edge of the bed and read the material, you were on your knees facing the audience. Your imaginary customer would have been laying under you with your back to him. I was trying to concentrate on your diction and projection. Quite a task given the enthusiasm you were lending to your performance. As the scene was reaching its conclusion, the 'John' gets his, you fake yours and the music fades, there is a huge clap of thunder and the theater goes black. The emergency lights should have gone on but you know how it is with third rate theaters. Hell, I'm lucky that the stage lights work. Max, the music director, makes his way up the aisle and laughs. "Looks like we'll have to continue this tomorrow buddy. I'm out of here." I follow him to the street. A quick look around tells me that the whole damned city is out. Max turns to me and says, " The bad boys are gonna be out in droves tonight. You better hang around and keep an eye on the place." "Care to stick it out with me?" I ask. "Not on your life, pal. I've got a private audition with a chorus girl from the Lincoln Theatre's production of Cats. Have to find out whether or not the pussy can purr as the case were." Typical musician. Always thinking with his dick. He ran the short distance to his car. I was pretty well soaked. I headed back into the theater. As I was locking up I hear a clear voice from the stage. "Hey out there! Can I put my clothes back on or what?" Shit! I'd forgotten all about Meredith. It was a good thing that the lights were out. Just the thought of that wonderful body, naked on the set, caused an instant gallant reflex. I was as hard as steel. I stammered out something along the lines of "Uh, yeah, sure. Uh, can you see?" You laughed and said, "Of course not. I'll grope about till I find something that feels right." Another laugh. "Let me see if I can find a flashlight," was all I could think of to say. I knew that the only one that we ever had that actually worked was Rachel's, the stage manager. After a couple of minutes of fumbling around in the dark I came down to the stage. You were still sitting on the bed. I apologized, "Sorry I couldn't find one. Did you find your stuff?" "No. I haven't started looking yet," you answered. "I'm blind as a bat in the dark and all the lights you had on the stage only made it worse. I can only see a red glow in front of me right now. I'll wait for my eyes to adjust." A pause. I didn't know what to do next. Thank God you realized that I was feeling a little out of place. "So, do I get the part?" I was still trying to get my cock to subside. I'd just about forgotten that you were here for an audition. Before I could get out more than an 'um' and an 'er' you laughed again. Damn that giggle of yours was enough to drive the Pope to insanity. "If your breathing is any indication, you liked what you saw. Where the hell is my shirt? I can't see a friggin thing." I felt you reach out. Your hand just passing over the front of my crotch. I gasped. "Uh, that isn't a shirt," was all I could manage. "I know," you said, "but it might be what I was looking for all along." I didn't need further coaxing. Neither did you. You undid my pants and pushed me back onto the bed. "There's something about not being able to see what you're eating that makes it taste that much better." With that you knelt down in front of me and virtually swallowed my throbbing manhood. Not wanting to feel that I was doing less than my share I turned you around and brought your ass over my face. Breaking the action just long enough to slide a little further up on the bed and placing a pillow under my neck, I pulled your ass closer to my face. The next few minutes were sheer pleasure. I kissed your inner thighs, slowly working my way to your pussy. Meanwhile, you contented yourself with running your tongue the full length of my shaft. Each time you reached the end, sucking me a little further into your mouth than the time preceding. Had I not had your moist slit to occupy my attention I would have cum in a matter of seconds. As you took more and more of me into your mouth I worked my tongue in a slow circuit, from your clitoris, along the lips, sucking each on into my eager mouth, as far into your wet vagina as my tongue would stretch, back out and down all the way to your asshole. There, I lingered for a few seconds, licking around your tight sphincter muscle then working my way back to the beginning. As much attention as I was paying to your increasing pleasure I was fully aware of your oral ministrations. By now I was nearly screaming. You had worked to the point of taking me all the way into your throat and then pulling me out, nearly allowing the head of my prick to escape your mouth then once again plunging all the way down. Between your furious sliding you would travel the length of my shaft with your tongue, when you reached the base, sucking my swollen balls into your mouth. I continued my feverish licking. Now I put my hands on your ass spreading the cheeks apart enough to allow better access. As I moved my tongue in continued exploration I slipped first one then two fingers into your wetness, your hips grinding your pussy into my face as I worked my fingers in and out of your vagina. My mouth once again found its way to your swollen clitoris. This time, sucking it between my lips. Your first orgasm started as a growl deep within your throat eventually working up to a volume matched in intensity only by the raging thunder storm. Your wanton display caused my own climax to begin. Rather than pull me out, you simply took my cock deeper into you throat, our moans of pleasure now drowning out even the storm. Once our mutual contractions and spasms had subsided I turned you around to face me. Your eyes must have become accustomed to the light by now as you moved off the bed and returned with a small overnight bag. Simply saying, "Boy Scout's motto, Be Prepared." You removed several pieces of cloth that turned out to be silk scarves. Without saying a word you worked your way around the spacious set piece. First tying my hands then my feet to each of the sturdy posts. While this came as somewhat of a surprise to me, I voiced no objections. You'd proved yourself to be very capable to this point. The last piece of silk you saved for my eyes. As you finished securing it you said, "Time to let the ears, the nose, the nerve endings and the mind take over." After a few minutes of sight deprivation I came to realize that those four could more than make up for the lack of visuals. Your first move was to straddle my face, once again allowing my lips and tongue to do what they do best. You stopped yourself just prior to another orgasm. Now I feel your body as you slide down the length of my torso. Sweat and the moisture from your cunt mingle on my chest and stomach. Your downward progress ends as your pussy reaches my swollen cock. In the dark, my senses reach new levels of awareness. I can't see what your doing but I can hear the intake of breath as you reach behind yourself and fondle my hardness. My movements restricted by the silk scarves, I can only offer my mouth as an implement of arousal. You lean forward enough to allow your breasts to caress my lips. Slowly I run my tongue around each nipple until both are fully erect. Next, I suck each of them into my mouth. Using my lips, I bite down. Ever so gently at first. Increasing the pressure as I alternate between the two. Sucking an ever increasing amount of your full breasts into my mouth. Eventually, I only use my lips and tongue as your tits are sliding into my hot mouth. I bring my teeth into play as the nipples are just about to escape my lips. Biting each nipple then running my tongue around them in a gentle caress. As I feast on your wonderful flesh, you rub my prick against your hot, wet pussy. You stroke me against your swollen clitoris, pressing down harder and harder as our arousal increases. The air is filled with the musky scent of sweat and the juices from your pussy. I'm about at my limit. So are you. You sit up, pulling your beautiful chest away from my hungry mouth. Squeezing my cock a little harder than you have been you allow me to slide into you. I thrust upwards burying my rod all the up my balls. We nearly cum right then. We stroke each other slowly at first. Our movements becoming a primal, rhythmic dance. Each stroke is harder and faster. The inside of your body is smoother than the silk that binds me to the corners of the bed. As I feel the contractions of an orgasm begin, you sit still further back, pressing your cunt even harder against my pelvis. Now the base of my cock is pressing hard against your asshole, your clitoris sliding against my pelvic bone. As you plunge my cock, harder and faster, into yourself, I hear another sharp intake of breath. This is followed by a long wail of pleasure. We both explode at the same time. Our climax seems to last for days. Finally spent, you let your legs stretch out and lay on top of me. I kiss your lips. Our tongues gently entwine. 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 laugh. You roll off of me, to the side. I can feel you untie each of my limbs. The last scarf to be removed is the taken from my eyes. Just as you remove it the power comes on. The glare from the stage lights immediately blinds both of us. We sit on the edge of the bed, shading our eyes and laughing. Finally, you ask me, "Are you going to help me find my clothes or are you just going to sit there?" Once we've both dressed, you remind me why you came. "So, do I get the part or what?" My turn to laugh. "Meredith, you insane person. You had the part long before the lights went out." I add, "I didn't mind discovering your other talents though. Maybe I can audition for you sometime." We both laugh as we lock up. I think that this is going to be a good show. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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