An unexpected liaison in a public place, perhaps?

A night at the Theatre

My view from the balcony of the Civic Theatre was simply spectacular. From up here in the back row I could see the dome with its ‘stars’ twinkling in the low lighting, the plush velvet of the empty seats below waiting to be filled. Most importantly, from this vantage point I had a wonderful view of the entire stage and knew from experience the acoustics up here were beyond compare. Unfortunately, I had no one with whom to share my good fortune. My husband had feigned illness at the last minute. However, I knew the real reason was he is not a huge fan of the symphony. I had gone as far as to try to entice him into joining me with the dress I had chosen to wear. Cut low enough at the top to expose just a hint of my breasts, but no so low as to be revealing. Just short enough to highlight my long legs without being too short to be considered inappropriate at this sort of event. I had even purchased a new pair of lace-topped stockings, which I knew he loved to see me in. However, it had all been in vain, as he was most adamant about staying in for the evening.

So here I sat, all by myself, all dressed up but at least having somewhere to go. It was then I noticed how alone I really was. In the entire balcony, mine was the only seat filled. Other than the usher standing watch over the door, I was the sole person in sight. As my gaze fell upon the usher, I noticed him smiling my way and I politely smiled back. Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd in the lower level as the lights dimmed even more and the lavish red curtain began to part. I turned my head toward the stage to see the musicians donned in their formal attire tuning their finely polished instruments. So lost in the scene unfolding before my eyes and my eager anticipation of their first note, I did not hear the usher approach me. It was not until he was at my side asking if I would mind if he occupied the seat next to me that I even became aware of his presence. Not wanting to break the electric mood of the moment, I nodded my assent. Their first selection was a piece from Bach, one of my favourites. I closed my eyes to fully appreciate the wondrous sounds filling my ears.

After a few minutes of blissful enjoyment, my mind began to play tricks on me. I would have sworn I felt something on my leg. I ignored it and continued to absorb the sounds from below. But there it was again. This time it felt like it was moving. I opened my eyes to find the usher staring at me, his face mere inches from mine. When I looked down at my lap, I saw his hand resting on my thigh. Not wanted to create a scene, I simply picked up his hand, returned it to his own lap and gave his a stern look telling him I was not interested in his advances. With eyes now open, I turned my look back to the stage. I must admit that in addition to being annoyed with the young man, I was also a little flattered. He had to be at least half my age. It was kind of cute in a way. I turned to sneak a peek at him and found him still staring at me. We sat for a moment face to face. My guess on the age was probably accurate; he looked to be in his early twenty’s. He was fairly handsome in a boyish way. He wore a nametag, which read Nick. For some reason, the name suited him.

As I continue to size him up, my mind began travelling back to the last time I had been with a twenty year old. Sadly, it had been close to twenty years ago. I have always been attracted to older men, but there was something about this guy that intrigued me. And from the sensations, I could feel beginning between my legs, aroused me as well. This is nonsense I thought to myself, you have shoes that are older than he is. I found myself smiling at the analogy I had just made. He returned it with a smile of his own. I wondered what was going through his mind. Did he think my smile was some form of an advance on my part? I wondered how he would react if I called his bluff and turned the tables on him. This thought caused my smile to turn to a mischievous grin. The serious side of me warned me to an end to these silly thoughts and pay attention to the concert while the playful side of me of me assured me there was no harm in a little innocent flirting.

After a few moments of contemplation, my playful side won out. Without taking my eyes off his, I reached over and brought his hand back to rest on my thigh. Thinking he would make an attempt to escalate the situation, I was surprised when he turned and hung his head down. Oh no, I had not meant to embarrass him. I leaned over and whispered an apology in his ear. He did not acknowledge it and continued to stare at the floor. As I sat pondering what to say to make him feel better a curious thought struck me. If he was so embarrassed by my bold move, why had he not removed his hand from my leg? It was then I noticed his gaze was not on the floor but on his lap. The growing bulge in his uniform pants answered my previous question. He was not ashamed; he was aroused. When he lifted his head and turned it toward mine I saw I was not the only one in the balcony wearing a mischievous grin. He might be young but he evidently was not dumb. I was impressed by his cunning. Deciding it was now my move; I reached over and placed my hand on his lap. His eyes closed for a few seconds at the initial contact. When they opened they were smiling in appreciation. The game had begun.

He countered my move by easing his hand up my thigh to discover my lack of panties. But he did not stop there. He slipped his finger into my now soaked pussy and began to explore. Feeling it was now my turn, I began to softly stroke his cock through his pants. I liked what I felt. I began to conjure up images of the look of his nice, hard, virile young cock. As I continued to stroke him, I felt the dampness of his pre-cum soaking through the material of his uniform. In one deftly deployed movement on his part, he began to rub my clit with his thumb as he inserted another finger inside my pussy and slid his pinkie around back and slipped it in the hole of my ass. The sounds from audience below startled us both. I will admit it was a good move, but not necessarily one, which warranted applause. My senses returned and reminded me where I was and what I was doing. I was seated high above hundreds of concert-goers with a young man named Nick finger fucking me. I was grateful for the noise of the crowd as it muffled the laugh that burst out of me at the sheer absurdity of the circumstances. This would make a most interesting topic of conversation at my next Board of Directors meeting, I mused to myself. I have always been known to be a bit of a risk taker, but this was a little over the edge even for me.

I looked over at Nick to see that he seemed to be quite unfazed by it all. The prelude to the next piece began. I am sure I knew what it was, but the name escaped me. By this point I had pretty much lost interest in the concert. My new friend, on the other hand, had not lost interest in our little sexual game. He stared at me with a look of anticipation on his face. I guess he was waiting to see what I would do next. Not wanting to be outdone by an amateur, I reached over and unzipped his pants. When he erection sprang free, I discovered I was not the only one who had failed to don underclothing. I was impressed with what I now saw. He had seven inches of incredibly beautiful cock. Even in the dim light I could see the deep redness of the skin, the veins straining against the skin of his shaft and the steady throbbing of his entire organ. I soon discovered it felt as good as it looked as I took it in my hand and began to slowly stroke him. Hard as steel and soft as a baby’s bottom at the same time. We played and teased with one another until the end of the piece. I still had not recalled the name of it, other than to know it was something Baroque.

Just as I was thinking what a shame it was to let a perfectly good erection go to waste, Nick slid his fingers out of me and removed my hand from his penis in order to zip his pants. Talk about all good things must come to an end. I would have much preferred all good thinks cumming to an end. I sat for a moment somewhat disappointed, yet fully aware we had gone as far as we could have given the surroundings. So when he took my hand in his and urged me out of my seat, I was both surprised and confused. I had the oddest thought. He, as an usher, should know how incredibly rude it is to stand up in the middle of a performance. But I quickly remembered that we had pretty much crossed the barrier of acceptably polite behaviour with our previous actions. We tip toed our way along the aisle to the stairs leading to the exit. At the top of the stairs, he eased me down onto the plush carpeting behind the back row of seats, positioning himself beside me on the floor. This was far too much for me to comprehend. Granted, we were completely alone up here in the balcony, but sex with a stranger in a public place was nothing I had ever done before. Sure, it was an ultimate fantasy, but I never thought it would be anything more. Nick whispered his own fantasies in my ear. He told me how much he wanted to experience a mature woman, how he masturbated to thoughts of sex with a stranger and to be able to do it in a public place was his ultimate fantasy as well. It seemed we had quite a bit in common. This could very well be my once in a lifetime opportunity. I was not about to let it pass me by.

I reached over an unzipped his pants for the second time. Eager to assist in my efforts to gain access to his cock, he wrestled himself free of his uniform bottom. Before I had a chance to touch him again, he rolled my body on top of his. He worked the material of my dress up to my hips. The tip of his throbbing cock was now touching the entrance of my still wet pussy. He grabbed my ass with both hands and in one smooth motion pulled my body forward as he slid his cock completely inside my tightness. The ease of his penetration and the feel of his cock inside of me at last made me shudder in a baby orgasm. This felt simply wonderful. I began to slowly pump up and down on him, feeling his cock sliding in and out of me. Just as we were getting into a steady grind, Nick decided to make a little change. Holding me close, he rolled our bodies over so that now he was on top of me. I love a man who knows how to be sexually assertive. The aggressiveness of his move almost made me cum, it had aroused me so much. Now he was the one doing the pumping. He started out slowly as I had. But I could sense that slow and steady was not what he wanted. Propping himself up to his forearms, he increased his pace. In a matter of seconds we went from slow and steady to fast and furious. I remembered now what I missed the most about a younger man. While I love to make passionate love with my partner, sometimes I just wanted to get fucked. And that is precisely what he proceeded to do with me. He was ramming his cock in and out of me hard and deep. I could not think of the last time I had experienced such carnal coupling. He fucked me with the fervour of a man possessed.

In the distance I could hear the end of another piece of music and the beginning of another. But there was no stopping him. He just kept fucking me and fucking me. I could feel the rug burns forming on my ass, but I did not care. I wanted him to fuck my brains out. Intermission came and went and yet he did not slow down and did not stop. He was the human version of the little battery bunny; he just kept fucking and fucking and fucking. I had lost count of the number of times he had brought me to orgasm. My pussy was becoming sore from the constant banging. But even this felt good to me. Without warning and much to my surprise, he actually was able to increase his pace and fuck me even more savagely. I heard an animal like noise rise in him. His entire body stiffened and his cock became incredibly rigid. With a final grunt, he shot his first of many loads of cum inside me. This went on for several minutes as his cock erupted again and again. One man had never emptied that much cum inside of me in my life. This definitely had been the fuck of a lifetime. When he had finally finished, he lowered his body down on top of mine. We embraced for several minutes until we knew we had to make ourselves presentable once more. As the concert below was drawing to an end, we were just finishing our feeble attempt to clean ourselves and dress. I leaned over and gave him a hug and whispered my thanks in his ear. Before I turned to leave I asked Nick for his work schedule. When I arrived home, my husband asked me if I had enjoyed the concert. I told him that I had the time of my life and planned to go back again the following evening. Not giving him the chance to think of a lame excuse for not attending, I told him I rather liked going by myself and that I planned going solo from now on. Relief was written all over his face; lust was written all over mine.