Kevin paced with anticipation as he waited in the long hall leading up to her
dressing room. He couldn't really believe that he would actually get the chance
to meet her, to talk to her.

It had only been a month ago that he'd managed to work up the courage to write
her a letter. He'd told her how he'd seen one of her old movies on AMC a few
months back and had instantly been captivated by her. Since then, Kevin had found
a copy of everyone of her films. No easy feat since even the most recent was 25
years old, a full seven years before Kevin had even been born. His bookcase back
home carried three books on her life, including her autobiography. He had fallen
in love with her words as easily as he had her celluloid image.

The most he had hoped for when he mailed that letter was an personally
autographed photograph. When he opened it and found a front row ticket to her
current Broadway show and an invitation to come backstage and meet her after the
show, the 18 year old nearly fainted. Using money from his graduation, Kevin had
taken a Greyhound bus to New York City in search of a dream.

Kevin gulped as the door opened and the wardrobe lady stepped out. She shifted
the costume in her arms and gave him an indifferent look, quickly moving past
him.

Kevin took another deep breath and stepped forward. Gathering his courage he
knocked on the wooden door.

It quickly swung open and he was met by a large black woman.

"Can I help you?" She said, not a little annoyed. "I ... I'm here to see Miss
Thomas." He managed to stammer out. "Miss Thomas doesn't see people in her
dressing room," the woman said. "If you'd caller her office....." "But she
invited me...." Kevin quickly exclaimed. "She sent me a ticket to the show and
said I should come backstage afterward." "Yeah, right..." she answered as she
moved to close the door. "Is there a problem, Katie?" came a voice from within
the room. A voice that was like music to Kevin's ears. "Just some kid, claims you
invited him." Katie said laughingly. "I was just getting rid of him." "Oh Lord!"
the voice yelled. "I'd forgotten all about it, I did send him a ticket to the
show.

At that, Katie stopped the door in mid-motion and reopened it. She then stepped
aside to let Kevin enter. As he walked by her, she shook her head in disbelief.

Once inside the dressing room, Kevin took in his surrounding. The room was large,
as befitting someone of her status. On the walls were photos of her in her many
roles, both in film and on the stage. A small kitchenette occupied one corner,
and a pullout couch in another. It resembled more a small apartment than a
dressing room.

"I'm so sorry for the misunderstanding," came the voice from behind a changing
partition. "I totally forgot about sending that invitation." "Will you be needing
anything else, Miss Thomas?" Katie said. "No, I'm done for the evening, thank
you, Katie."

With that the black woman turned and left, leaving Kevin a strong stare as she
exited.

"All right, he I come, ready or not," said the voice behind the barrier.

Kevin felt his heart skip a beat as she stepped into view. In his mind he knew
that Cynthia Thomas was a little over fifty, but his eyes couldn't believe she
was more than middle-thirties. Short dark hair rested atop a blue silk dressing
robe. From what he could see of her body, it was obvious that she took serious
care of it. Her smile was infectious, exactly as it had been in the first film he
had seem - made so many years before.

"Can I offer you something to drink?" She asked. "Juice, soda, or maybe something
a little stronger?" "Err...soda would be fine." "Coming right up." Cynthia said
as she moved to the small wet bar. "You must forgive Katie," she said as she
poured a soda for Kevin and a scotch for herself. "I'm not in the habit of
receiving visitors after a show." "That's ok, " Kevin said as he accepted the
drink. "I still can't believe you invited me here." "Well....." Cynthia said as
she sat down in a large chair and motioned for Kevin to take a seat on the couch.
"It's been a long time since I've gotten a letter like yours - in fact what fan
mail I do get these days is usually from "old" men. I was intrigued by your
letter - seven pages no less." "I really didn't mean for it to go on and on like
that Miss Thomas," Kevin said, a little embarrassed. "But once I started, it was
hard to stop." "Hold on now...." Cynthia said as she held up her hand, "This
"Miss Thomas" stuff ends right here, you make me sound old enough to be your
mother. My friends call me Cynthia......and if you really must....Cindy."

Kevin's face beamed at this granting of intimacy. Never mind that Cynthia Thomas
was only four years younger than his grandmother, never mind his mother.

"So tell me a little more about yourself Kevin."

For over an hour they sat and talked. Kevin had quickly covered his entire life
in under ten minutes. Cynthia spent the rest of the time telling him a version of
her life not found in any book. Of life in Hollywood and of loves and adventures
as a young starlet. Kevin was fascinated by the stories, causing the actress to
reveal more and more details of her life.

"You must thing be terribly wicked." She said as she paused after telling of
another big name lover. "Normally I never talk about those days, but there's
something about you that just makes me want to open up. I hope you're not too
embarrassed?" "Oh not at all, I could sit and listen to you for hours." Kevin
replied. "Watch what you wish for..." Cynthia said with a grin. "You might just
regret that." "Never..." Kevin interjected. "Very well....now where was I....oh
yes....it was back in '73......"

As Cynthia continued with yet another tale of sexual conquest among Hollywood's
elite, Kevin became more and more away of her sexuality. Her loose fitting gown
had become even looser, giving him ample view of her breasts as he imaged the
star of her current tale fondling them. As he'd done in countless wet dreams.

"Maybe I'd better stop....." Cynthia said as she took note of the bulge that had
filled Kevin's pants. "It seems that my little tales are having some effect on
you." "I didn't mean..... " Kevin said as his face grew red. "Dear boy, there so
need to get so flush. I consider that the finest compliment I can get at my age."
"You're still as beautiful as when you made O'Brien's Crossing...." Kevin blurted
out. "Anyone can see that." "That's so kind of you to say that, even if it is a
lie." Cynthia said. "The eyes of youth....you look at me and see the image on the
screen, not the reality of today." "I still say you're beautiful!" "You do
believe that, my darling Kevin." she replied beaming, "Well you deserve a look at
the whole package then...."

With that she stood and pulled on the sash of her robe. With a flourish she
dropped in to the floor, revealing her to be nude beneath it.

Kevin's mouth dropped open, confronted by a set of beautiful 36c breasts which
only sagged a little. He had masturbated a thousand times imagining them, now
they were only a foot away.

"I hope your still looking with those eyes of youth." Cynthia said as she struck
a pose. "Do you like what you see?" "You're more beautiful than I could've
imaged." came his reply. "I love you Kevin....I hardly know you but I love you."

With that she pulled him up from the couch and kissed him. Softly at first, then
Kevin felt her tongue slip into his mouth and she pressed against him. Before he
realized it, she had slipped her hand down his pants and embraced his hard cock.

"I really shouldn't be doing this," Cynthia whispered between kisses as she
stroked his cock. "But I have always had such a weakness for handsome young men."

Kevin's only reply was a soft moan.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked. "Oh no......please don't stop..." he panted.

A wicked smile crossed Cynthia's lips as she drew his mouth down to her breasts,
pushing her nipple inside it.

"Suck me...my pretty boy.." Cynthia purred. "Suck Cindy's tits."

Kevin was only too eager to comply as he drew her nipple inside his mouth and
worked his tongue around it. He could feel the pressure in his balls, already he
wanted to cum.

Cynthia could also feel the heat in his balls, but her tight experienced grip
assured that he wouldn't cum before she was ready. She had plans for all that
beautiful boy-juice.

"Mmmmm." Kevin moaned as she replaced one breast in his mouth with the other. "Oh
yes, baby..thats it....suck those beautiful tits." she said as she pulled open
his pants, relieving some on the pressure on his cock. "Get those nipples nice
and hard."

For over ten minutes, Kevin devoured Cynthia's breasts, covering them with
kisses. His shirt had soon followed his pants to the floor and he was soon as
naked as the actress. She continued her hold on his cock, letting it grow just
soft enough so that he was no longer in danger of shooting too soon.

"Lean back lover," Cynthia said as she eased him back onto the couch. "Mama's
gonna make you feel real nice."

The older woman dropped to her knees before the young man and took his cock into
her mouth. As the wetness of her lips engulfed him, Kevin fell into a pit of
desire. With care strokes of her tongue she brought him again and again to the
point of release, then suddenly stopped short of orgasm. It wasn't Kevin's fist
blowjob, be he'd never had one that felt so good.

"Don't stop," he said as he drifted in estacy, "Don't ever stop."

Cynthia deep throated him again, taking all seven inches into her mouth. He was
as hard as he could be, and soon even her practiced hand wouldn't be able to keep
him from exploding.

"Have you ever fucked a woman, Kevin?" she asked in a deep sexy voice. "Have you
ever filled a woman with this big beautiful cock?" "Errr...sure, " Kevin
murmured, thinking it a crime to compare the few hometown girls he'd been with to
this woman on her knees before him. "Well, Cindy's going to teach you something
new...." she said as she stood, pulling him to a standing position as she held
onto his cock. "Something I'm sure they don't teach back in your hometown."

Leading him over to her dressing table, Cynthia popped the lid off a large jar of
Vaseline and scooped up a generous portion of it with her fingers. First she
smeared it over the head of his cock, then the base. That done, she slid a gel
covered finger into her anus, then a second, moving them in and out. Satisfied
with both the level of lubrication and tightness, she bent over the arm of the
couch and spread her legs. A little unsure of what exactly to do, Kevin moved
behind her aimed his hard cock at her veteran pussy.

"No, not there....." Cynthia said as she reached back and again took hold of him,
guiding him to her smaller tighter hole. "Here..." she said as she eased the head
of his cock against her pucker hole.

Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside her, her ass wrapping itself around the
gel covered cock. Kevin couldn't believe the tightness of her ass, or how good it
felt around his cock. He slid back a little, drawing it out about and inch, then
two......then he thrusted forward and buried his shaft deep inside her.

"Fuck yes!!!!" Cynthia yelled as she felt the pain/ pleasure combination rip into
her. "Fuck my ass, fill it with that big beautiful cock!"

As her hole relaxed more, Kevin began to develop a rhythm, thrusting harder with
each stroke. Cynthia followed the rhythm, pushing her ass back to meet each new
thrust, until his now engorged balls slapped against her ass. Her frenzy
increased with each new penetration, until she could no longer speak, only utter
a grunting noise.

As one hand balanced her against the couch arm, the other had found it's way to
her clit and she frigged herself incessantly, adding to the torrids raging within
her. Feeling Kevin begin to tense behind her, she managed through sheer effort to
again find her voice.

"Fuck me...." she panted in gasps. "Fill my ass with that beautiful cum."

A few seconds later, Kevin fulfilled her request as he experienced the most
explosive orgasm of his young life. Cynthia's sphincter seemed to tighten around
the base of his cock as a fountain of boycum rushed into her. Each additional
thrust brought more, until he was finally drained completely. Then in exhaustion
he collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her as if, even drained, she
was unwilling to get him go.

It was nearly ten minutes before either of them spoke. Cynthia gently stroked his
now limp cock and kissed him gently.

She knew that this wouldn't be a one time thing. First thing in the morning she
would have Kevin move in with her. She would find him a job, after all he was
good looking enough to be on the stage - she didn't think many actresses would
mind having a man opposite them for a change instead of another fairy. And of
course she would be happy to share him - that was the nature of show business.
She could well afford to be generous. After all - she was Cynthia Thomas - and
she had an image to maintain.