Box Seats at the Kennedy Center
It's your birthday, and I have planned a special evening for you. I have box seats for the symphony at the Kennedy Center, but that's not the special surprise, as you already know about that. It's what will come after that is the surprise. I enter the bathroom as you are just finishing your bath. You are just beginning to freshly shave your pussy when I enter and I ask if I can help. You smile with that twinkle in your eye and I come over and sit on the tub next to you. I take a soft washcloth, wet it with hot water and add lots of soap until it and my hand are covered with a warm soapy mix.
You sit on the far edge of our oversize tub for two and open your legs for me. I start to massage your pussy with the warm, wet, soapy washcloth and I see you start to flush a little. I then take the razor and so very gently shave around your pussy lips right up to that little tuft of hair you leave unshaved on your mound. We are both getting excited by this, but you remind me that we will be late for the theater if we "take our intermission" now, so I rinse you off (still enjoying every second of it) and leave you to dry yourself as you step out of the tub.
I am buttoning the top button on my dress shirt when you come into the bedroom in your short robe. It's open at the front and I can see your beautiful breasts moving as you walk across the room. I also see the slit of your pussy, so soft and smooth from the attention we have both played to it. Any other night, I would throw you on the bed, spread your legs and plunge my now hard dick into you, BUT we have a symphony to go to and your special surprise comes afterwards - not before. Somehow, we manage to keep our hands off each other and we make it to the concert moments before the curtain goes up.
We are in a box with another couple; they are sitting in the two chairs in front of us. They nod hello and we greet them. They are about our age, but they seem very stiff and formal and not very friendly, so we keep the chatting to a minimum. Before we left, I laid out your clothes for you and you look magnificent in your floor length black dress. It's one of those that follows the contours of your body and has a slit up the back of the dress so that you can walk. It's cut at the top so that's its slightly off your lovely shoulders but there is a minimum of cleavage. You look every part the lady that you are, and only I know that underneath you are wearing a sheer red bra that shows off your nipples so nicely and matching sheer red panties. You are also wearing the black-thigh highs that I like so much and your 4-inch heels. Very sexy, but in an elegant understated way. I am wearing my best black suit and red tie that you picked out for me.
As the lights dim and they play the first movement, I see you close your eyes and let the music take you to some secret place. I lean over and kiss you on shoulder and neck and put my hand on your thigh. The woman in front of us glances back disapprovingly, but we ignore her. The music continues to build and you shift in your seat so that I can pull your dress up just over your knees. I kiss you again on your neck, nibble at your ear and slide my hand under your dress. The woman in front glances back again, but she doesn't look down at your lap so she doesn't see what I am doing.
I work my hand up your thigh to the top of your nylons and you part your legs to allow me to touch the outside of your panties. I can tell they are already moist. You have now moved your hand to my crotch and are slowing stroking my now stiff cock through my trousers. I begin to run my fingers up and down your slit. The panties are very sheer and soon become wet and you are beginning to moan very softly. The couple in front probably hears you, but they pretend they do not. You continue to stroke me through my trousers until I can't control it anymore and come right there and then. You feel the wetness and keep massaging me. It feels wonderful. You are very wet now, but since you know you can't trust yourself not to come (and come loudly), you gently push my had away a moment before you are ready to come and lean over and whisper that you need to go to the ladies room.
You return about 10 minutes later and I can tell that you finished in the ladies room what I had started. You have a very satisfied look on your face. Before we turn our attention back to the concert, you hand me your panties. They are so wet with your juices and they smell of your wonderful pussy. I fold them and place them into my breast pocket. They match my tie and look just like a red silk handkerchief rather than your panties - but they are redolent of the sweet perfume of your pussy nectar and I enjoy the smell of you wafting up from my breast pocket for the remainder of the concert.
