Long distance relationships are tough. Luckily, after graduation, I hadn't moved too far away from my dear Juliet. She and I were able to make the 4 hr drive to see each other at least once a month. We also made the most of our phone calls (phone sex is a wonderful thing).
This weekend however was a special weekend at my alma mater: Christmas Concert weekend. I had a ticket to the Saturday night concert. Since there wouldn't be much time to get together between the afternoon and evening concerts, we made plans to meet up after the concert to celebrate. I knew I wouldn't get to see too much of Juliet since she would have a busy schedule full of performances, but I planned to make the most of my night there.
From experience as a student there, I knew parking for the concert would be limited. Pulling into a parking spot at a little after 7:30, about a half hour before the concert was scheduled to begin, I stepped out to a blustery evening. At that moment I was glad I had chosen to wear my black, pinstriped dress pants with a shirt and tie instead of a skirt, though I wished I had worn my heavy winter coat instead of my red leather jacket. Wrapping my scarf around me, I hustled as quickly as I could in heals to the auditorium.
The auditorium was already hustling and bustling with activity as more and more people were arriving and being ushered to their seats or waiting in line to see if by chance there were any more tickets available. Like every Christmas Concert at this school, I knew the concert was sold out. Juliet had purchased mine well ahead of time and since choir and orchestra members have first dibs on tickets, I had a really good seat: third row, left of center, right next to an isle.
By the time I was finally ushered to my seat, the concert was getting close to starting. The orchestra, which always played a prelude, was already getting seated and warming up. As the lights began dimming, warning those in the audience to find their seats, the Concert Choir made their way on stage. This was the top choir at the college and the one that Juliet had made this year at auditions. Though it was getting darker in the auditorium, I was still able to pick her out of the sea of robes. She had pulled her long dark curls back into a ponytail and had worn her contacts (both actually requirements for choir members with long hair or glasses). Just watching her I could feel myself already starting to get hot.
The concert was beautifully arranged. There were many traditional and familiar songs, such as This is My Father's World and Silent Night, as well as new arrangements and works, like Come to the Living Water, a piece written by one of the directors. The flow of the concert was so smooth and harmonious, I found myself getting more and more turned on (not to mention the seats Juliet had gotten me gave me the perfect view of her).
By the time we reached the carols portion of the concert where the choirs move out into the audience and sing by candle light, I was incredibly wet. I knew I couldn't wait any longer and found myself very thankful once again that I was wearing pants and not my skirt, and even more thankful that, except for the candlelight, the auditorium was pitch black.
Strategically placing my jacket on my lap, I reached one hand underneath and unzipped my pants. Slipping my hand inside my pants, I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy, my underwear already moist with my juices. Cursing myself for not having the foresight to not wear any in the first place, I slipped them to the side.
Setting my sights on my beautiful Juliet, of whom I still had a great view of, I began to loose myself and let the music take hold of me. The carols this year were in all different languages, another thing that I find incredibly sexy. I pulled the lips of my labia apart with my pointer and ring fingers and began to finger myself with my middle finger. My clit, I could feel, was extremely engorged. As if keeping time with the music, my fingers rhythmically danced across my clit. Focusing on Juliet, I imagined it was her hand stroking me and her tongue that licking me. I quickened my tempo to an andante. I envisioned all of the erotic things I planned on doing to her later tonight, again hastening the speed of my finger to a moderato. I fantasized about running up to her, ripping her robe off and taking her right now in front of the entire audience. I accelerated to an allegro. With that final vision and crescendo my body began to quiver and quake. As I reached my finale, I let out a slight gasp that I hoped the woman in the seat next to me didn't notice.
The choirs had completed their carols and the audience at this point was invited to stand and join them in singing Joy to the World as they returned to their places on stage. I inconspicuously zipped my pants as I stood up. My underwear were now soaked and I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs.
The final pieces of the concert were even more moving than the previous works. I could feel a warmth beginning to grow between my legs again as I gazed a Juliet and allowed the music to carry me away. I knew I'd be ready to go again once the concert was over.
After the concert, I waited for Juliet in the lounge of the music building. As I sat on one of the couches awaiting her arrival, two soft hands reached around from behind and covered my eyes. I knew it was Juliet even before I felt her velvety lips kissing my neck.
"Mmmm," I moaned agreeably, lightly taking her hands and turning my head towards her to kiss her sweet lips.
"Did you enjoy the concert?" Juliet asked as she joined me on the couch.
"More than you know," I replied coyly, thinking back to my sexual escapades that had taken place.
As my hand traced the side of her face, I took a moment just to take in all of her beauty. She had let her hair back down, her dark curls cascading over her shoulders. She wore a pale blue spaghetti-strapped dress that brought out the blue flecks in her hazel eyes. It synched up at one side, hugging all of her supple curves. Though she had no make-up on (another requirement for choir members) she didn't need any. She looked gorgeous.
"Anna will be at her boyfriend's tonight and Kate is staying with her family at a hotel," Juliet began, referring to her roommates, a coy smile forming on her face. "We'll have the apartment all to ourselves."
"Well what are we waiting?" I asked, returning the grin. "Let's go. We can take my car since it's freezing out."
With that, we stood and headed for the door leading out to the parking lot. Noticing that she did not have a jacket with her, I slipped my own around her shoulders. Still holding onto it, I pulled her in close to me, our eyes locked in deep desire. She obliged my gesture, pressing her body against mine, her hands slipping into my back pockets. I could feel the heat of sexual tension building between us as our lips locked in passionate embrace. Lost in the moment and forgetting where we were, I began kissing my way down her neck and along her collarbone. Her breath quickened and she let out a small gasp of pleasure.
"Let's move this to someplace more comfortable and intimate," she said as I continued to kiss her, nipping at her earlobe. "Besides, I have a surprise for you back at the apartment."
