2003-05-18 10:44:00; The Theater (continued)
the ride to the theater, to some may have been uneventful, but not at all to the two of us in the back of the '53 bentley. still very arroused, i sat beside him, his hand high upon my thigh. Its touch never letting my heated state ebb. My lips remian parted slightly, my breathing still irregular. The combined effect of his touch and the thoughts of what is to come play heavily upon my mind. while i have some idea of what his plans entail, i do not know the exact details, Reaslizing this, i turn to him.
"what are we going to see?" i ask quietly
He smiles as he looks at me whith a sparkle in his eyes, "we go to see Amelia an opera by Verdi"
"The Opera....." my voice thick with awe, anticipation, and arrousal.
he likes me like this, i think to my self, plainly wanting him, amazed at his actions and decisions, he likes the sound of my voice as it quivers, likes that my mucsles inside tighten and clench with each new thought of what might transpire at the opera, and on top of that, knowing ive always wanted to see it...i am torn between anticipation of both the opera itself and what might possibly take place during it. both i very much want. oh what shall i do...
looking out the window at the grand trees passing by, i do not even see them, instead visions of womens voices raised in heated song as he brings me to climax in time with the music or even the possiblity that nothing shall happen, i can see myself sitting there enjoying the perfomrance and anticipating some move of his hand, while nothing happens.
not knowing....that too he likes....one facet of his control... my thoughts wander from one senerio to the next.
i squirm slightly against the soft leather of the car's upolstrey, he raises a hand and brushes my cheekt, leaning into his hand, my eyes close as i can smell the heady scent on his fingers from his earlier inspection,
"ahhh yes pet, inhale deeply for so do i, i love when your scent clings to me, wafting by as we past people. wondering if they too can smell it and if they recognize it for what it is" he says in a quiet growl.
i turn to look at him, brining my hand to his at my cheek, guiding it to my lips, i kiss it lightly. my other hand strays to his thigh, my nails drag along the inner recesses, i watch as he half closes his eyes, a soft growl issues forth from his lips as my fingers press against his cock beneath the linen slacks. i moan softly as i feel his hardness, i am not the only one with anticipating the coming performance, i think to myself, but is the performance he eagerly awaits those on stage or my own.. he moves my hand from his throbing cock,
"Aye pet, i want you even now" he growls softly again. "but...alas we approach the theater"
with those words he slides his fingers between my legs again, for a quick feel, "Good still wet....excellent pet... i want you to stay that way"....
the car slows as it pulls to the front of the theater, his hand remains still where it is, until the very last moment when the door opens, to return to his side as he steps from the car and turns watching as i do the same..
People are everywhere, all here to see Amelia, my hand takes his arm as the driver closes the door to the bentley behind us, i sigh softly as i look around. everytime i am here, it takes my breath away anew, i think...we make our way inside, an usher takes us to our balcony, it is a single, only two seats, one to the front, for the occupant to enjoy the performance, and another behind it, for the servant there to provide for the veiwer. he guides me to the front chair and i sit as gracefully as before, back still straight, my body outwardly appearing calm and steady but inwardly raging as i realize it is not the stage he will be watching.
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