Hitting A High Note 1

The Metropolitan Opera House in New York is so big that it could be its own borough. It has a huge auditorium with several levels of seats, several levels of rehearsal rooms, and numerous other facilities. One could easily get lost or one could easily get in trouble.

The denizens of the Met include many talented people, from orchestra and chorus members to directors to costume and set designers to singers. One of the most popular is the beautiful mezzo soprano Isabel Leonard.

Isabel Leonard is one of the most in demand opera singers on the planet, and one of the most beautiful. Isabel is one of the opera world's major stars. She is tall with long dark hair, amply endowed, with a thin figure as gorgeous as her voice. The high demand keeps her on the run, with little time to relax.

This particular Saturday afternoon, Isabel wasn't singing, but she was in the house to host a Live in HD broadcast. This is an event where the Met broadcasts a live Saturday matinee performance to movie theaters around the world in high definition. When Isabel wasn't singing, she enjoyed hosting. It's a chance to show up at the opera house, talk to her fellow singers, enjoy the performance, and promote opera to new audiences.

Isabel had just finished interviewing the day's stars. She was walking down the hall wearing a black one-piece pantsuit that looped around the back of her neck and buttoned up the front, complemented by gold spiral hoop earrings. She had her pretty dark hair in a ponytail.

"Hello, Isabel," I said. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Isabel said with a pretty smile. "I'm a little charged up, though." She chuckled. We were going the same way, so I walked alongside her. "I'm not singing for a bit. But being here energizes me."

"I get that," I said. I'm not a performer, except for fun, but I know enough performers to understand how performing can energize you. It takes a lot of energy to perform.

We continued to walk down the hall. "Is there something I can do?" I asked. Isabel licked her lips and chuckled.

"Maybe you can," Isabel said, smiling. Her pretty eyes twinkled. We continued walking. As we walked, we could hear rehearsals going on.

"Ah, 'Non so piu cosa son, cosa faccio,'" Isabel said. "Cherubino; one of my best-known roles." She grinned. "Anyway..." Isabel trailed off.

"Yes?" I said.

Isabel smiled again. "You know, I'm blessed. I love what I do. I love singing in all the best opera houses. I love seeing the world, but it's exhausting," Isabel said, "and there are certain things you miss."

"Yeah, I'm sure," I said.

Isabel looked at me and licked her lips. "I haven't had sex in months."

"That's rough," I said. Isabel nodded and giggled a bit. Slightly down the hall was an empty rehearsal room. The door was open. Isabel tilted her head towards the door and smiled. I followed her in.

"Shut the door," said Isabel. I shut the door. Isabel was beaming. She took the band out of her hair and let down her ponytail. Her hair beautifully framed her face. As she walked towards me, she removed her earrings. She unbuttoned one button on her black pantsuit.

Isabel grabbed me in a tight embrace. I put my hand on her well-rounded ass. As our lips met, I pulled Isabel tightly against me.

Isabel unzipped my pants. I was already getting hard. I pushed her hair back and kissed her. I unbuttoned her pantsuit. Isabel reached back and pulled the neck strap over her head. Smiling, she kicked off her shoes. Now she turned her back.

Isabel stepped out of her pantsuit. It fell gently to the floor. I noticed her bare back. Due to the cut of her pantsuit, she was not wearing a bra. She stood there in a pair of black panties.

I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. My pants quickly followed. Isabel took my hand and led me to a chair. Now she sat on my lap facing me.

"This is good," Isabel said. "I need this badly." I began to play with her soft, firm tits. Isabel closed her pretty eyes and threw her head back. I kissed her neck.

"Oh, God!" Isabel said. She blew in my ear. "God, I didn't realize how much I needed this," I kissed her.

"Christ, I'm horny," Isabel said. With a big smile, she took off her panties. She slid my undershorts. She began playing with my penis. I cupped Isabel's lovely breasts. Her nipples began to get firm.

Once more Isabel spread herself. I pushed into her sweet pussy. it was a pretty easy entry. Isabel sighed. She threw her head back. As she moved, her boobs bounced. I held her by her sides.

"Oh, God!" Isabel sighed. "Oh, God!" I smiled as I kissed her again. We continued to dance together. I kissed her tits. Isabel threw her head back.

Isabel continued to dance and sway, her boobs bouncing and her hair flying. I pushed deeper into her female area. I was ramming sweet Isabel pretty hard.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Isabel said, her breath getting short. "Oh, yes!" She tightened her pussy around my stiff dick. That only made me harder.

Isabel's legs began shaking wildly. She was moaning. As I held her, I felt her shivering. She was having tremors. Her head was thrown back and her hair was flying on and off her bare back.

"Oooooohhhhh," Isabel moaned, her beautiful mezzo soprano making itself heard.

My very hard cock began to jerk its fluid into lovely Isabel. She continued to shake and shiver, taking in my full flow. She collapsed into my arms.

"God, I needed that," Isabel said breathlessly. "Thank you."

"Thank you," I replied. "That was wonderful." Isabel smiled. She kissed me as she rose.

"What a wonderful afternoon," she said. "Just what I needed." With that, she stood up, got dressed, put her hair back in a ponytail, and left the room, smiling and blowing me a kiss as she left. Shortly, I followed her out. I must help her out again.