A Very Special Trip to the Opera: As Told Through the Eyes of the Woman
Hello, baby. What? Yes, I'm wearing that dress you asked me to wear. Yes, the long red one, off the shoulders, with the slit that goes along the side of my right leg from the floor to the very edge of where my panties should be.
Oh, yes, baby, I was paying attention when you muttered, 'no panties'. What? You thought I wasn't listening, didn't you? And I've slipped into those stilettos you love, the shiny black ones. I know you love how they make my legs look, and you do love my legs, don't you? Yes, sweetie, I'm excited.
But you still haven't told me where we're going. When will you be home? Half an hour? Alright. Just let me put on some finishing touches.
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How do I look? Oh, thank you, honey. My hair? Well, I know how you like it to be up. Do you like how I delicately gathered at the top of my head with small tendrils that frame my face? Devilishly angelic? Why thank you, baby. An odd juxtaposition, but a very nice compliment nonetheless.
The pearl necklace you got me the other day looks so lovely, don't you think? And these earrings, I simply cannot believe how stunning they are. You've an amazing aptitude for selecting jewelry. But I'm still trying to figure out where we're going. Please tell me. Please.
The opera? Oh, honey, 'La Bohème', my favorite! How'd you get the tickets? It must be your smile. I know it always gets to me. But then again, you've always known how to get to me.
And box seats, too. What do you mean it's private? You mean you reserved the whole box? But how? How did you do it? Wait, I don't think I want to know.
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Oh, honey, this is unbelievable. The view is splendid. And what's this? Chilled champagne? My goodness, honey, what do you have in mind? You know there's no way we can possibly do anything here even if it is private. The people on the other side of the hall can still see us you know.
And besides we're not exactly 'dressed' for anything risquΓ©. I mean, you're in that tux and I'm in this dress. Yes, I know I've not got anything on beneath it but still.
What, a glass of champagne? Well, alright, one glass of champagne, that's all, you know how it gets to me. Oh, baby doll , this is so delicious. I knew I should have eaten something more substantial at dinner.
God, how I love this opera. It's so romantic, so passionate, so tragic. I know opera isn't really your thing. And I know you're only here to appease me and I love you for that. Here give me a kiss. Ah, your lips feel so good against mine. Hey, wait. Where are you going? I want another kiss. Please, baby, where are you going?
I can't believe you actually got up and left me. What do you mean, 'you were checking things out?' Yes, baby, I forgive you.
What? Yes, okay, I'll have another glass of champagne. But not so full...hey, stop pouring. Honestly, baby, I think you're trying to get me drunk.