Acting persons: Cecile Boneuve, 54, opera star; Eva Hordon, 19, student and fan
Eva Hordon was a 19-year-old student. She had been born in Budapest but was now attending an exchange term at the university of Verona. Eva was a very pretty and sexy girl. With a size of 1,70 meters she was of medium height. She had a slim body, but was not bony at all. She was rather sportive and had all the curves necessary to have a very sexy appearance. Her breasts were a nice C-cup, very firm and had the perfect form of peas with thick nipples at the ends. Her face was pretty with full red lips and beautiful green eyes. Her blonde hair was very slightly curled and almost reached her shoulders. Eva had always been fascinated by operas and so she had taken summer courses at the university too, as during summer there was a big opera festival in the old arena of Verona.
These days "Othello" was on schedule and the role of "Desdemona" was sung by her most favourite opera singer the famous Cecile Boneuve. She had got some tickets for tonight's show and definitely wanted to try to get an autograph and maybe even a picture of her favourite and adored star.
Cecile Boneuve had been a big star in classical music for well over thirty years now. She was black but had been born in France. She was the cliché-picture of a mature opera-star. She was very big chested with very voluptuous body forms. She had always been a bit chubby, but had gained quite some weight during the last years. She had thick thighs, broad hips a very full, big arse and also a pair of at least D-sized voluptuous breasts. In spite of her big body forms she was still very well trained. The colour of her skin was very dark and so was her long black hair that went down over her shoulders. Her round face was that of a beautiful, mature lady with dark eyes and shining white teeth. The singer was 54 years old.
After the show Eva rushed down to the exit, where the stars had to pass to get to their rooms. Her legs were shaking a bit when she saw the famous singer near the place where she was waiting. The stars stopped to write some time. Finally Cecile Boneuve was really only a foot away from Eva. Her voice was clearly excited when she spoke and her face was blushed to a deep red.
"Oh, Madame Boneuve, it was a really great show. I love your singing. Would you really be so nice to give me an autograph?" she almost whispered and held a DVD of "Aida" to be signed by her adored star. The mature, black singer smiled at her, showing her bright, white teeth.
"Thank you for your compliments. It's just a pity that I have no pen that will hold on your DVD. If you like you can visit me at my room, backstage."
Eva almost couldn't breath. She could not believe it. She just nodded yes and heard the opera star talk to a security guard to let her in.
She felt like in trance when a security guard led her to the backstage area. She was brought to the door of Madame Boneuve´s room, but had to wait outside, as the woman was still under the shower.
Eva was more nervous than she had ever been before in her life. Finally the door opened and she was let in by the lady. She had changed to a beautiful red dress.
"Welcome," she said, smiling at her. "Just come in and sit down." She offered her a place at a couch. The 19year old girl was shivering a bit. She did not know what to say and just held her DVD.
Cecile Boneuve sat down just beside her, very close to her. She could smell her exclusive perfume. "So you would love to get an autograph?" the black lady asked. The red dress perfectly displayed the singers impressing décolleté and the red colour was a fine contrast to her black skin. Eve could not do other than stare at the décolleté of her idol just in front of her.
"Oh, yes, Madame Boneuve. Today is maybe the greatest day in my life. I have dreamed of meeting you in person for years. And now I´m even in your private rooms...." The words just came out of her. She was very excited.
"So what's your name?"
"I´m Eva. Eva Hordon."
"So you are not Italian?"
"No, I´m from Budapest."
"Hmm. Budapest, what a nice city. I like it. How old are you?
"19!"
Eva was extremely excited. Cecil Boneuve, the great opera star, was really asking her questions about herself.
"You should not be so excited, Eva. You are a nice, young lady. Maybe I would like to talk to you for longer, if you have time to stay."
"Oh, my god, as long as you would ever like. I would do everything....."
The Hungarian girl still could not take her eyes from the black woman´s décolleté. She had always marvelled the voluptuous curves of her idol, but now being so close it was really impressive.
"Hmm....so you would do everything...let's see. Maybe I will test you, if you dare?"
"Of course you can. Of course."
"I will see. Now tell me why are you so fascinated about my person?"
"God, Madame Boneuve. I adore your singing. I love classical music, but you are definitely the best. And it's not only your great voice; it's all your appearance. When you enter the stage it's just yours. You are so dominating. Wow. It's really impressing. All eyes automatically have to follow your movements."