A Night at the Opera
She had been waiting for this night, it had taken many months of preparation, especially her gown. She had spent many hours on the design and then sewing to get it just right; the soft silk of the skirt, with its long deep folds, barely made a sound as she walked.
He placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked up the grand stair case and, feeling his fingers come in contact with her skin, gave a small start. She turned, looking at him, a single raised eyebrow in question and a small smile tugging the edge of her deep red lips.
Before he could say anything, she turned away and told him that she was going to the bar to order interval drinks. Returning with two glasses of champagne, she led him to some chairs away from the main crowd.
Sitting down her dress held its shape, lifting vertically, as though she had a hooped skirt underneath. Leaning forward, she looked straight at him with a wicked gleam in her eye; slipping off one shoe she used her toes to stroke him through his zip, she raised her glass and said May this evening continue as it has begun .
She leaned back again, her foot rubbing the length of his now hard cock as it bulged against his fly, and he could see the tip of her tongue running across the underside of her top lip. Applying a gentle pressure, she changed the rhythm slightly from longer strokes to a circular motion with her big toe. Looking around, she wondered if anyone was aware of what she was doing, a frisson of excitement shooting through her stomach.
The bell rang and they made their way to their box, again he placed his hand on her back and found the opening he had come across earlier. Moving his fingers slowly, he stroked her down her spine until he came to a thin band of lacy material. She quivered at his touch, his fingers leaving tingling trails of heat as they moved.
Sitting in the front seats of the box, she leaned over and placed her hand in his trouser pocket; he felt her feeling for something, then a firm pulling. When she withdrew her hand, she winked and dangled a long piece of cotton in front of him. She then put her hand in his pocket again and softly ran a finger up his shaft, gently tapping in time to the tuning of the instruments.
He put his hand behind her and started to explore the lacy material he felt earlier but the conductor came into the orchestra pit and she stood to applaud. As she moved, his hand sensed a difference in the fall of the dress and found another cleverly disguised opening. This time he felt the bare skin of her buttock and give it a quick pinch; the grin on her face was undeniable.
Are there more? He questioned.
That s for me to know, and you to find out was her reply, the gleam in her eye lighting up and her eyebrows raising. For the second time he saw her tongue ran across her lips, the shine in her eyes taking on a slightly predatory nature.
She turned her attention to the stage as the curtain raised, wondering if he would take up the challenge. The pinch had produce a flare of arousal and a warm glowing wetness. She hoped he wouldn t take long.
It was the third song before she finally felt his hand in one of the side folds, looking for another gap in the material. He withdrew, not finding anything, and moved to the next fold. This time he found one almost immediately and his hand on her leg.
He caressed her thighs, the tempo of the music controlling the movement of his fingers as they swirled on her soft skin. He moved up and to the rest of the lacy underwear which was now damp; he gently ran his finger along the edge of the fabric, teasing.
She found herself holding her breath as she felt his fingers caressing her, when he moved his hand away back to her inner thigh she exhaled slowly, trying to control the desire building inside her. Her breathing became ragged as his fingers again reached the top of her thighs, this time their touch on her lips was so light that she wasn t certain she had felt anything at all.
He noticed the catch in her breathe as he brushed her and felt a further wetness in her curls. Knowing that the first act was coming to a close, he plunged his fingers inside her and felt her arch as she gasped in surprise.
As the curtain fell they moved to the anteroom, where a bottle of champagne had been left for them. She poured a glass and pushed him onto the divan.
Undoing his fly, she knelt down and pulled out his cock then, taking a mouthful of the champagne, she lowered her head onto his. The cold liquid surrounded his shaft, while the bubbles fizzed as she took him deep into her throat, her tongue flicking and massaging as she went down. He groaned as she kept the liquid swirling while she continued to lick and suck until she felt his dick pulsate as he came; then she swallowed before standing back up.
Pulling her to him, he kissed her deeply, his hands searching for an opening in her bodice. Pushing through the gap, he took her bare breast into his hand and started to roll her nipple between his finger and thumb. She growled quietly as he pulled and tweaked, then her hand disappeared into the front of her dress. He started to take his hand from her dress to followed hers, Don t stop what you were doing she managed to exhale before locking lips with him again.