Opening Night 4

Some people might think being the coat check guy at the local theatre would be boring but it really can be quite fun. People watching has always been one of my favourite pastimes and there are few places better to do it than behind the counter at the coat check in a crowded theatre. Getting to watch free plays in not a bad perk either.

When I first started working here I would start to get bored just after the first intermission. Before the first intermission there were usually a few latecomers rushing in only to have to hang out at the concession stand, trying to explain to themselves or the concession girl why being late was not their fault. She and I would often exchange withering glances whenever the couples in question were distracted by the boxes of candy and mini-sized drinks.

After several weeks I began to leave my coat-hanger cubicle during the second act and talk to her about the latest couple and how they were just like all the others: being late for the play was always the other person's fault, the taxi driver's fault, or the most popular excuse, that babysitter who needs to buy herself a watch.

I remember one night while we were sitting in the upstairs lounge after closing, sharing a box chocolate covered mints, she looked at me as I was taking a drink from a mini sparkling water and said, "I like giving head." She said it was like she had commented on the weather but I had turned completely beet red. She popped a couple of candies in her mouth as she stared at me. "I really like giving head."

She had been so casual about it and so sensual at the same time that when she asked me what I liked it just slipped out. "I like fur and fuzzy clothes." She handed me the box of candies, lifted the drink from my hand and took a few sips.

"We're going to have fun," she said. "Lots of fun.

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It was about two weeks later that she came over to my corner of the lobby after the masses had filtered back into the theatre to their seats for the second act.

"It looks like you have quite a mad rush on lozenges tonight," I said as she crossed her arms on my counter. "I guess cold and flu season hits even the well-to-do crowd."

"It's like I've always said - everybody enjoys a good suck once in a while." She raised her right arm from the countertop and rested her chin on her hand and smiled at me. "Don't you agree?"

I became very flushed and didn't know where to look. "I would imagine they do."

"Hey," she said, "did you see that woman in wearing the sable bandana?"

How could I have missed her. When she came in tonight she was wearing the most exquisite sable coat with thick, thick cuffs. "Um, yeah, I guess," I said as casually as possible.

"Come on," she said, "we've worked together long enough - you don't need to be shy around me. Tell me you were watching her from the moment she walked in this evening."

I admitted I had. "She comes to see plays quite a lot. She's a good tipper, too."

"And she has the most fabulous wardrobe," she pointed out. "Every night she's come in since the fall she has worn either the most decadent sweater or the cutest fur." With that she stood up, opened the door to the coat check and walked in.

As she started rifling through the coats and hats on the racks I asked her half-jokingly, "Did you forget you coat, miss?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Maybe I'm looking to update my wardrobe." She began to flip through the coats. "Where's my sable?," she said without looking over at me.

"What do you mean your sable?"

"You know," she continued "that lovely caramel-coloured floor length beauty with the monstrous cuffs and the extra wide collar."

Before I could tell her to quit fooling around I heard her voice from the back of the cloak room. "Got it," she said which she followed up with "Ooooh."

I went back to see what she was up to. She was wearing the coat. She was surrounded by the golden, honey-coloured hairs, wrapped up in the most fabulous fur that was a couple of sizes too big for her.

"How do I look?," she asked as she unfolded the collar and rubbed it against her cheeks. "'Cause I feel magnificent!" She spun around a few times in the cramped room, the fur brushing up against the other coats hanging in the aisle. She stopped and looked at the mirror in the far corner. "Give me a hand with this," she said as she pulled the mirror away from the wall. "I want to look at myself in better light."

I was too awestruck to disagree with her. She did look incredible in the coat, and the fact that she was having so much fun wearing it was such a turn-on. When we put the mirror against the back wall she took a couple of steps back towards my counter, turned around, and examined herself, running her fingers through the plush coat as she swayed from side to side.

"You should get back to your post, you know." She walked over to me and brought her fur-covered hands up to my face. "You should keep watch in case anyone comes looking for their toque and mittens." She took me by the hand and led me to my counter and stroked my face again. "You should keep watch."

She bent down and crawled underneath the counter and sat straddling my calves. Before I could say anything she had undone my belt, slipped off my pants and was rubbing my penis through my boxers with the plump sable cuff. I could feel the guard hairs flit across my cock as they worked their way up and down the fly of my underwear. Her arms wrapped around my legs and she slid them slowly up towards my waist, and when her fingers slipped under the band of my boxers she dragged them off as slowly as she could, the fur inching down my bare legs.

"Do you like my coat?," she whispered from under the counter.

"Very much," I moaned as she began brushing my penis with both cuffs. Up and down the length of me, stroking my balls and the insides of my thighs. In between caresses she would flick her tongue across my foreskin and around the head of my cock, sometimes sucking me into her mouth while shaking the sable over the base of my penis.

Both cuffs were gliding up and down my quivering sex again in a steady, slow tempo. "Tap on the counter three times when you are going to cum," she said. "We can't have all your giz on this lovely fur, now can we?"

She rolled the fur all around my cock and every once in a while she would suck the pre-cum from its tip. It took everything I had to keep my knees from buckling as she shook the sable over my stretched skin - quickly, slowly, and quickly again and again. I had never felt anything so decadent. I must have let my eyes wander and didn't notice as one of the east doors to the orchestra seating opened, was held for a moment, and eased back into its frame.

"You look bored." The woman's voice startled me.

I turned my head and saw that it was the woman whose sable was now being mounded around my cock, massaging it, coaxing from it a steady stream of speed drops.

"Not at all." I surprised myself by actually being able to speak. "It's such a great old theatre I just love looking at it." The stroking of my cock had slowed a bit but soon began to resume its swift and steady pace.

She stood in front of me and looked over my shoulder briefly. She slipped off her sable headband and looked at it.

"I was wondering if you could put this with my coat." She twisted it in her hands as she spoke, folding and unfolding it a couple of times. "It's getting a bit warm and I didn't want to keep in my lap for the entire night."

"No trouble at all," I said. "The heating can be a but unpredictable in here sometimes." "Thank you," she said. "Do I need a new claim ticket?"

"No, that'll be fine. I'll just put it over the hanger with your coat."

She passed the headband to me and as I started to take it from her she grabbed my wrists and slowly closed both my hands around the fur.

"Are you sure you are going to know which coat to put this with?," she asked, staring right into my eyes. "I mean, I would hate to lose it."

My face flushed a bit.

"You don't have to worry about a thing. I know exactly where your coat is." My pre-cum must have been gushing out of me because I felt a bare hand around the head of my penis, jerking me in slow and slippery strokes, all the while I could feel the sable cupping and fondling my balls.

The woman at the counter began to move my hands over the fur. She never stopped looking at me.

"I guess my coat does stand out, doesn't it." A gentle smile appeared on her lips. "You know, you wouldn't believe how many people comment on how great it looks on me. They're always saying, 'Wow, it must be so warm,' or 'It's looks so soft. Could I touch it?'"

Her hands were moving mine over the band of sable as she was talking to me and I could feel my finger tips push deep into the fur, the guard hairs working their way through the spaces between my fingers.

My face felt hot and I had to brace myself on my elbows in order to keep standing before her. The fur was wrapped around the base of my cock, her hand gripping it tightly as she tugged on me in short, quick strokes. Her thumb was working my foreskin with unrelenting swirls, pushing into the soft tissue and squeezing out more and more lubrication from deep inside me.

"Can I tell you something?," she asked.

I had been looking around the foyer to see if anyone else was wandering the halls, heading to the washroom, and when I focused my eyes back on hers I could see that she was looking at the back of the cloak room again.

"Yes," I stammered.

"The truth is," she said, not making eye contact as she spoke, "that my softest coat is my Russian lynx belly." She paused and stared right at me. "Whenever I put that coat on I get so lost in it. The fur is so deep, and the way it sways in the wind it looks like it is trying to devour me as I walk down the street."

I could feel the orgasm about to burst from me but I couldn't pull my hands from hers to tap on the counter. She was moving our hands over the sable bandana in slow, wide circles. My eyes began to well up at the sheer ecstasy of what these two women were putting me through.

"I've had men press up against me in elevators just so they could run their hands over my coat. They think I don't notice but I can always tell when someone is taking pleasure from my furs." She squeezed her hands firmly around mine and held them still. "Do you think I should wear it for the next play I come to so you can see just how fluffy and soft it is? You would probably need to make extra space for it on the racks - it's just a monster of a fur."

I couldn't stand it any longer. I started cumming. As the first shot squirted from my cock we both heard a startled but gentle "Oh!" from under the countertop, and then a satisfied "mmmmm" as my penis was engulfed by her warm and fervent mouth. She wrapped her sable-covered arms around my thighs and stroked my bare skin with the exquisitely soft fur, pushing it slightly into the crack of my ass.

My penis could barely keep up with her sucking; her tongue cupped and enfolded my shaft and coaxed out every twitch of my cock. I was so deep inside her mouth I thought she was ready to swallow my balls. When my orgasm subsided she tenderly released her grip and dragged her pursed lips down the length of my shaft, sucking at its head a few times to clean me off.

I could feel a hand on my face and realized that only my hands were clutching the sable headband. She was wiping away a tear from my eye, and when I looked at her she had such an air of sensuality about her.

She pulled her hand from my face and placed them back on my hands as I kneaded the fur that was wrapped around my fingers.

"Do me a favour?"

I nodded, still half in my trance.

"Put the mirror back in the same spot next week. I really enjoyed the view."