The time between our first meeting and our 'date' seemed to take forever. We talked on the phone because Michael had given Jillian my number to pass along. Our calls initially were mixed with Cassidy flirting, me being embarrassed, and just getting to know each other.
As sort of a thank you for getting the opera tickets, I gave Cassidy a few contact names for the animal shelter and other places to take her Kindergarteners. She arranged tours then invited me to tag along. Not having children or being around any, I was cautious at first about joining in. But, Cassidy has a way of talking me into things, so I met her along the class of twenty-five six-year-olds to tour one of my favorite charities, the animal shelter.
If Michael weren't allergic, I know I'd have at least two dogs and three cats. We'd tried adopting, and despite medications, poor Michael was a mess with the animal dander. It's a guilty pleasure to visit there; Michael can always tell when I do because of his allergies.
I met Cassidy and her kids in the parking lot, along with several mommy chaperones. We were greeted at the shelter entrance by one of the resident dogs and our CEO. The kids were adorable, well-behaved, and full of energy. The trainers had all the child-friendly dogs available to pet within the outside run of the shelter. The same with some cats and kittens in their indoor play area.
The tour lasted a couple of hours, with all involved happy and tired when it was all complete. I think we may have gotten a couple of prospective adoptions in the process. During their visit, Cassidy and I talked as the rest of the group played with the animals. I discovered Cassidy has a sweet and patient side that hadn't been apparent in our previous encounter.
She was still a tease despite having so many people around. She'd walk behind me, caressing my ass cheek as she passed. She'd touch my arm with her fingertips or whisper something naughty in my ear while pointing out a child so people would think she was talking about them. She'd nibble my ear, telling me what she was going to do to me once we were alone. She had me in a constant state of arousal. It was difficult trying to hide how wound up I felt, but I think I managed. That girl had me where she wanted me, and it was just a matter of time before I caved.
The time between the auction and our date continued to dwindle. Each time I saw Cassidy at one of her school functions or called her, I grew fonder of her. Yes, she continued the tease, but she was also sweet and caring. The feelings of guilt I had about possibly sleeping with her gradually eroded. I loved the attention she gave me, she made me feel desirable, and I hadn't felt that way in many years.
At this point, Michael had wholly abandoned any intimacy with me. We used to shower together and talk about our days, but that had vanished also. My masturbation sessions not only included fantasies with Cassidy, but they'd also occasionally had Jillian involved as well. I found some lesbian porn online and watched it while diddling myself into a state of ecstasy. Most of it wasn't good acting; however, some believable scenes did arouse me. Seeing younger women attracted to more mature ones got my heart racing and my vagina wet.
Cassidy had suggested I pack a small overnight bag with a couple of changes of clothes. I knew what she had planned, or at least I thought I knew, and I was looking forward to it. The plan was that she'd pick me up, we'd see the opera, then back to her place for the rest of the weekend. The images of our weekend fueled more frequent and intense masturbation sessions.
Date night finally arrived. Michael had gone to his retreat, and I spent all day being nervous, anxious, and debating what to wear. I was giddy about what Cassidy had in mind after the opera rather than the opera itself. I was anticipating going back to her place for debauchery and my deflowering. At least that's what I imagined. I wanted my fantasy to become a reality.
I was so nervous, sitting around waiting for Cassidy to pick me up. I constantly checked my phone for texts as I played my favorite games on it to pass the time. We'd planned on dinner back at her place so, I only ate enough to keep my stomach from growling.
Cassidy picked me up in her BMW, it was nice, a bit small, but it allowed us to be close so Cassidy could easily flirt with me. She smiled when she saw I had packed for her and told me to toss the overnight bag into the back seat. I blushed as a rush of blood coursed through my veins along with a now-familiar tingle between my legs.
She dressed in a black vee neck slinky dress, no bra that I could see as I glanced at her perfect cleavage. Open-toed stiletto heels topped off her look. It was tasteful and very sexy. I had decided on something a bit less sexy, a navy blue skirt, cream silk blouse, black pumps, and pearls.
The drive to the Opera House was reasonably short, and we mainly talked about Michael and Jillian. We'd both dressed fairly conservatively because that's what you do at operas. Still, Cassidy's dress was very form-fitting, along with exposing her toned legs and calves accentuated by the pumps on her feet. I certainly wasn't as sexy despite my date telling me how yummy I looked.
We had great seats, premium orchestra, second row. I would have expected nothing less from the donor. Once seated, all we could talk about was the opera; we'd both seen Madame Butterfly a few times, so comparing performances and divas took up most of our conversation.
Once it started, we sat in silence, our focus was on the stage, but I could feel Cassidy touching my hand now and then, softly running her fingers over the top of it. I felt that incredible arousal slowly work its way through my body as I tried not to show any sign of what she was doing to me.
I could see Cassidy's expressions out of the corner of my eye; she knew what she was doing to me. It was all I could do to not squirm in my seat as my vagina tingled. Looking back, the opera seems like a blur. I was distracted beyond my imagination, barely making it through to intermission. When it did, I was relieved that I hadn't caved and melted in my seat.
Butterfly evokes so many emotions in me. I can relate to quite a bit of it through the various stages of my life. Being young and stupid, making mistakes, being deceived, but learning and growing wiser.
During intermission, Cassidy and I walked around the opera house, critiquing the performance so far. The girl who played Butterfly was stunning, her voice amazing. As we wandered, I noticed a few people admiring Cassidy, which made me want her even more. She seemed oblivious to their looks instead, focusing her attention entirely on me.
