Quick Fix Pt 03

The music swelled and crashed over her, the symphony feeling like a physical presence in the theatre. The sound rushing through her veins and puling at her heart, she felt her heart racing as the crescendo approached. She looked over at her date, sat transfixed next to her. He looked over to her smiling, his hand moving to her thigh through her dress. She smiled covering his hand with hers. He had surprised her with this date, they had only been on a couple of dates so far and she hadn't taken him for the classical music type. But when he had messaged her offering a night out dressed to impress, she couldn't resist. So far, he had been safe, a little bland but non-threatening. What was the worst that could happen?

As his hand softly gripped her thigh, she realised that it wasn't just the music having an effect on her. The way he looked in a tuxedo had completely rewritten her ideas of him. His body lean and toned fit the tuxedo perfectly, and she saw a new side to this man. Somehow the formal clothing normally a mask, acted to strip away a veneer of chivalry and she could see the beast lurking beneath. As the music started, she saw the effect the music had on him, feeling it herself also. She slowly guided his hand down to the slit in her evening dress, this fingers gliding over the dark red velvet. She saw the flicker of a question in his eyes, but she simply moved closer in response.

Slowly his hand crept further round through the slit, gently caressing her inner thigh, over her silk stockings. His grip firm yet gentle as his fingers traced the patterns on her thigh high stockings, in time with the music his hand crept higher and higher. Until as the crescendo itself broke, his fingers found the bare skin above the stocking tops. She gasped as his fingers warm and insistent continued their exploration over her satin smooth skin. Gently but insistently, he parted her legs, his fingers finding the sensitive crease where her thighs met her crotch, softly tracing the line before moving over. Finding the lace panel of her thong.

She sat upright in the box softly moving to allow him better access. His fingers gently moving her underwear aside as his finger softly teased her lips. Finding the traces of her arousal and moving it to her clit, softly teasing her. She looked over and to the outside world he was simply engrossed in the music, watching the conductor intently. Only she knew that out of sight he was teasing, tantalising and driving her wild. She forced her eyes back to the orchestra on the stage, stifling a moan as he deftly circled her swelling bud. His deft digits slipping down every so often to her labia as though refuelling for another attack.

His ministrations intensified with the music, as though synchronised to the orchestra itself. Feeling the approach of another swell in the music, she leaned back in the plush velvet upholstered chair; her eyes closing with the intensity of both the music and his hand. The peak of the music matched to her orgasm as her eyes snapped open, her mouth falling open while she struggled to hold in her moan of pleasure. Gasping as she looked at her date. His eyes meeting hers with a mischievous glint. "I do so love this piece." He said a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And we've only just begun, I really feel it hits its stride later." She simply looked at him, was this an indication of his intention? they were in public, how much further could this go?

As the orchestra paused to move into the second movement, her date slipped off his chair quietly, moving to his knees between her legs. Moving the skirts of her dress aside, hidden by the edge of the balcony. His breath soft against her now sensitive clit. He waited for the start of the music before diving deeply to cover her completely with his mouth. His talented and eager tongue moving in time with the music. Gliding between her lips, over and around her hood before sucking, licking and gently biting her clitoris itself. Each pass of his talented tongue left her gasping. Each movement over her clit catching her breath in her throat. Throughout the second movement he devoured her bringing her off on his face time and again, drinking her arousal like nectar, like a parched man finding water in the desert.

Once the second movement had finished, she grabbed his face pulling him up and kissing him deeply and fiercely. She could taste herself on his lips, but she didn't care. In fact, it only aroused her further. She pushed him down onto his own seat, fishing for his zip as she in turn knelt between his legs, unbuckling his dress pants. Pulling his erect cock through his fly she looked up at him with wide eyes, softly stroking his length in preparation for the music. As soon as the orchestra started again, she took her time worshipping him, licking, sucking and softly dragging her teeth over his shaft. Determined to keep him on the edge of his own explosion until the final moments of the theme. As the music built, she moved taking him further and further into her mouth, determined to take his full length into her mouth and throat. Thank God for waterproof mascara, she thought as his cockhead passed her tonsils, softly gagging her. Finally, as the music broke for the final time, she took him fully. Humming the theme as she bounced up and down his cock, driving him over the edge to fill her throat with his hot thick cum.

At the intermission they each went to the bathrooms to gather themselves. Cleaning up before mingling with the other guests who remained oblivious to the debauchery happening mere feet from them. As they sipped their champagne discussing the wonderful music their fingers remained entwined, barely able to be apart for more than a moment. As the usher called everyone to their seats, they returned to the box. Taking their seats for the final act. As the music started, she again opened his fly, pulling out his cock and stroking it in time with the music until he was fully hard.

She then allowed the curtain to move slightly, obscuring them from view to all. As she hiked up her skirts, pulling her thong off and pushing it into his mouth. Then she slowly and delicately mounted him, riding him to the tune of the music. Grinding down upon him, fucking him raw. As his hands played the same symphony of pleasure over her velvet dress. They moved in time with the orchestral sounds, hiding their moans withing the soundscape. They fucked slowly, fast, deep and shallow as the music bent their will. Until finally they both climaxed burying their faces in each other's necks kissing and holding each other close. "Oh god, that was incredible." she moaned as they parted. "No you were incredible." He whispered as they left the box together. Hand in hand, both determined that this was not the end of their story but simply the opening of the next act.