'Alright you bitch,' I thought, 'you're going to have to bite your lips to keep from moaning out loud this time'. I replaced my two fingers with my thumb, shoving it all the way in while palming her pubic mound and clit. By pressing in with my fingers above her pelvic bone and pressing out with my engulfed thumb I could feel her abdominal muscles stiffen and spasm as I tried to rub by fingers and thumb together through the walls of her lower belly.
On the outside, I was still sitting calmly, resting my chin on the palm of my right hand. To all intents and purposes, I was just another spectator enjoying a night at the theatre. If the truth be known, I had trouble even remembering the name of the show I'd paid $75 a ticket to see. And I couldn't care less.
Where's that little g-spot? Experience told me that I was rubbing in the right vicinity and when I find it little lady I'm going to ring your little bell till you scream. I starting sliding my thumb in and out of her slippery slit, each time curling it when it was all the way in and rubbing hard against the front wall of her pussy before withdrawing. Again she seized my hand in a feeble attempt to stop my outrageous onslaught as her pussy, failed, stiffened and gushed yet another silent orgasm over my probing digit. Good! I liked responsive women.
By now I'm sure her seat was soaking wet and anyone with a good nose would have detected the sweet pungent smell of this woman's sexual discharge. Well it was certainly going to be different from the wall over expensive perfume that always hits me on entering a theatre to watch an expensive production.
I slowly withdrew my cum-covered thumb and smiled in self-satisfaction. 'I hope you're prepared for the final assault, you slut' I thought to myself. If anyone had seen the cynical smirk on my face just then they would have thought I had completely misunderstood the plot unfolding on the stage before me. Right then however I was more interested in the stage next to me.
Turning my wrist I again sought out her juicy lips with my fingers and slid my index and middle fingers into her wet pussy. There was no resistance. This time I curled them towards her back and began to rub the back wall of her pussy. She must have sensed what was coming because she tried to sit up. Either she was too weak from her orgasms or she was secretly looking forward to some variety. In any case she wasn't going anywhere until I had finished.
Before she could move I pressed my wet thumb against her moist anal sphincter and pressed into it. It gave and my thumb popped easily into her hot arsehole. Now I really had her. She gasped but fortunately so did everybody. I had timed it to coincide with a scary scene on stage because I knew she wouldn't be able to hide her reaction to this latest intrusion. I had her in a solid three digit grip, two fingers in her pussy pressing against my thumb lodged in her arse. I allowed her a few seconds to get used to the width of my thumb before I began to alternately push in and pull out of her two tunnels all the time feeling her through the soft membrane that separated the two. Her pussy started contracting and ballooning in unison with my assaulting digits.
This wasn't the first time this girl has had her arse probed. No, she was obviously used to this and even after two orgasms, she was juicing up again. What a woman! Where was she all those long nights of boners that just wouldn't go away? The nights when a menage-a-trois ended with me lying in bed between two tired, sweaty, cum-drenched and sore lovers and yet another erection. Whatever happens I had to get her number because as I see it a man's days of limitless sexual stamina are always numbered and sooner or later……fuck that thought. Let it happen when it does. Right now I had better things to do if only with my hands for the moment.
As I continued the double assault I added first one and then the other remaining finger into her cunt. She took it all. If I had her alone I'm sure she would have taken my cock in as well. If only this wasn't a one show stand, I would love to get her alone and give her a good going over. I wanted so badly to feel my come overflow every fuckable orifice in this womans body. I needed to. God I hope she doesn't just walk out when the show finished and left me to deal with a case of lover's nuts.
Right now this would have to do. I continued to hand fuck her cunt and thumb fuck her arsehole. It was lust and sadism. There's nothing quite like giving a woman pleasure while knowing that she can't squrim or arch her back or moan and mew with delight. Poor bitch, how she must be fighting between arousal and frustration. When she gets home she's going to rip her partners clothes off in a dash for his cock. I intend to get first dip though. I'm not juicing up this honey for someone else. No way!
From the way she pressed back against me she was going to have one hell of a double come and I don't think she could've done it quietly. I had to stop. So I reluctantly stopped and pulled my hand out of her holes. She tried to pull my hand back in. I guess she was too far gone to care but she had no way of knowing that I wasn't done yet. Placing the tip of my thumb on her arsehole, I teased her some more by rubbing the outside of her little puckered ring. It actually began to twitch in anticipation. She started pushing back against my thumb to express her urgency. I obliged by shoving not my thumb but three fingers as far up her arse as I could. I felt her legs tense and then her hips and buttocks as she reached an anal climax. Just as she was about to peak I pulled my hand away and stood up.
I had to. Everyone else was. The show had just ended and the cast was being given a standing ovation. As I clapped one soggy hand against the other I could smell the muskiness of her cunt and anus. It only served to cause more precome to seep out of my cock which was also giving a standing ovation but for other reasons. She was slow getting up and needed help from her none to wise partner who asked if she had dozed off. I turned and looked at her. I'm six feet tall and she was about six inches shorter than me. Her companion was about the same. I guess it was her husband although he looked much older than either of us. She was an attractive woman and I guess she must've broken quite a few hearts when she was younger. Like most of the audience I was cheering but my yells of 'Bravo!' were for her and I think she knew it. She was applauding too although her glassy eyes told me her thoughts were on something closer at hand. She blinked a few times then looked me straight in the eye and mouthed the words 'I want you,' followed by a cheeky grin. She may have been a middle-aged woman but her expressions were those of a lustful teenager. 'I want to fuck you,' I mouthed back. This brought an even wider smile from her as the words sank in. She gave me a quizzical look that said the obvious, 'How?'. How indeed.
Still clapping I said matter-of-factly, 'Wasn't that great?'
'Fantastic,' she replied weakly.
'I'd love to tell them personally at the 'Meet The Stars' reception. It's being held at the Imperial Inn across the street after this,' I said as I turned and walked away towards the aisle at the side of the theatre. She had all the information she needed. The rest was up to her.
Twenty minutes later I was at the bar of the Imperial sipping a martini. It was crowded and noisy. Many people were there from the audience and as usual after a few minutes, the alcohol was doing most of the talking. Some of the cast with lesser roles had drifted in and were being mobbed by the crowd. The leads would come in much later. They had to make an entrance. It was a typical opening night.
I exchanged a few pleasantries with some of the revellers but mostly I faced the bar. I saw her approaching long before she reached me. Following her reflection in the bar mirror I watched her looking around searching for and then finding me. After she spotted me, she headed straight for me, pausing occassionaly to avoid the crowd who were now standing elbow to elbow. My erection returned long before she did. She looked more attractive or was it the martini talking. She reminded me of Penelope-Anne Miller, elegant yet somehow fragile, a sweet oval and ageless face and a soft yet full mouth. She was wearing a light pink lipstick and the thought of that pink ring around my cock brought my manhood up to what must be a bloated purple header. Yep, I was just horny enough to fall madly in love at the drop of a hat. Looking at her you wouldn't have thought she was walking up to a stranger and who had just crudely and lewdly played with her privates in public.
As she drew nearer she looked me carefully up and down. What was she seeing? I've an athletic build. I play and enjoy every sport I've ever tried but my favourite ones are swimming and squash and I have a fully equipped home-gym. I'm reasonably handsome and have close-cropped almost military jet black hair. I guess you could say I'm tall, dark and handsome. I have been picked up before and I've had women fight over me in a disco. I guess she wasn't disappointed with what she was seeing if her smile was anything to go by. She also now knew that I'm highly sexed and have few limits when it comes to getting in on.
I turned around just as she reached me. 'Hello. I'm glad you could make it'. Hell, I was talking as though I'd known her all my life.
'So am I,' she replied as she settled on the stool next to me. She pressed her shoulder and hip against my side as with a familiarity that spoke volumes about what she had in mind.
'Where is…?' I enquired.
'Oh he tires easily so he's left. I told him I wanted an autograph on my souvenir program and I'd catch a cab when I was done. Could take hours you know?' she added with a smile. I liked her.
'Yes it could' I agreed. 'A drink for the road?'
'Please, a Gin and Tonic' she replied, 'It relaxes me'.
