The theatre was dark with a single spotlight centered on the two figures on the stage. It was the final act, and Jayne realized with a start, that she had missed most of the dialogue that had passed between the actors. Instead, her focus had been on the slow rhythmic sound of Steve’s steady breathing and the warmth emanating from his closeness. The faint masculine scent of his body teased her and flooded her senses with intoxicating arousal.
She glanced surreptitiously at him. Her deep green eyes swept over his face then drifted down the seat, admiring again the strong line of his jaw, his finely chiseled features and his hard body clad in a tuxedo.
“Stop it Jayne!” she chided herself. “You’re acting like a school girl.”
Looking back towards the stage her mind continued it’s torturous debate. Yes, she was indeed behaving like a girl on her first date. This was so unlike her, not at all like the cool sophisticated woman she knew herself to be. It was not as though they hadn’t been out before. Since being introduced to Steve at a dinner party, they had chatted on the phone, had been out for lunch and had met for drinks.
He was articulate, intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor. Jayne sensed though, that underneath his smooth polish and charm, there was a deeply sexual and perhaps even ruthless side to him. She had learned that he was in the film and television business, and she wondered idly how many hopeful starlets he had fucked in his life. There was no doubt in her mind that Steve was a worldly and sexually experienced stud. Truthfully though, he had always behaved in a proper and gentlemanly manner with her; even when he flirted openly and undressed her with his dark intense eyes.
Jayne kept feeling that there was something different about this evening. From the time she had slipped in next to him at the back of the chauffeur-driven stretch limousine, she had felt an undeniable sexual heat between them.
Her mind wandered back to the intermission when Steve had walked over to the bar to fetch drinks. She had noticed the way his body moved and how the tailored pants fit snugly over his tight ass. Her breath caught sharply at the memory of the long lingering look he had given her and the way his strong fingers casually caressed her hand as she took the drink from him.
Jayne moved slightly in the seat, aware suddenly that she was feeling decidedly warm in her short black stretch velvet evening dress. She had chosen it carefully for their date. It was sexy but understated, showing off her curves and some cleavage, while leaving enough to the imagination. She crossed her long tanned legs and shifted restlessly, trailing a finger up to her throat where she felt her pulse point throbbing steadily. Then she let her fingers slide down, convinced that she would find a trickle of perspiration nestled between her exposed cleavage. The silky smooth skin between her breasts was dry, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.
Steve looked towards her and smiled. “Are you okay,” he whispered, his hand brushing lightly against her thigh.
“Yes,” she nodded, her skin burning from his touch.
A shiver passed through her as she imagined Steve touching her body, using his tongue to pleasure her and to lick sweat and juice from her private crevices. A vivid image of his turgid cock fucking her seared into her brain. Jayne needed him to pound her deeply, to use her, to pleasure her and she wanted to be the most alluring, exciting and unforgettable fuck that he had ever had. Her pussy throbbed excitedly as she felt a deep stab of desire and the unmistakable sensation of spreading moisture. Oh God, she thought, my pussy is seeping already! A sudden burst of thundering applause jolted her out of her thoughts as the curtain dropped and the show ended.
“I need to freshen up in the ladies room,” she said, as they stepped into the crowded foyer of the theatre. And regain my composure! She thought silently.
“Sure, meet me up front, I’ll have the driver bring the car around,” Steve replied, flashing her a slow sexy smile.
Cold water gushed over her hands and wrists as Jayne glanced at the reflection in the mirror. Her lustrous brown hair, flecked with natural red streaks cascaded around her shoulders. She barely noticed the wild fevered look in her green eyes and the deep red color that had flooded her full mouth. What was really difficult to ignore was the outline of her stiffened nipples poking obscenely through the sensuous texture of her dress. She ran her flattened palms over the top of the dress, straightening the fabric, but further arousing her already engorged nipples.
This gesture did not go unnoticed by an attractive blonde woman who was applying lipstick at the mirror across from her. Jayne snapped her purse shut, just as the restroom cleared and she walked towards the door.
“Excuse me, but can you help me?” the blonde woman called.
“Yes, what is it?” Jayne replied, mildly irritated at being delayed further.
“I can’t seem to get this damn clasp closed!” she said, turning the open clasp of a pearl necklace to the front of her neck.
Jayne moved in towards the woman, took the clasp from her and concentrated on closing it. She could smell faint traces of a familiar fragrance drifting up from the blonde woman’s neck.
“Ah, you’re wearing the new Gaultier perfume, I love it,” Jayne said, finally getting the clasp closed and locked into place.
“And I love your hard nipples, they look good enough to eat…” the blonde murmured against Jayne’s ear.
Jayne stepped backward, momentarily stunned by the woman’s words.
“Look, I saw you and your hot, handsome date together,” the woman continued, “ And the two of you look so utterly fuckable that I've become aroused. I’m sorry but I couldn’t hold back confessing my feelings.” She grabbed Jayne’s hand and guided it under her own dress. “Here, feel!”
Without thinking, Jayne ran her hand over the damp crotch of the woman’s panties and involuntarily slipped a finger under them. She felt the moist matted curls, the swollen slick pussy lips and the wetness seeping from them. The woman let out a low throaty groan as Jayne’s finger probed.