First time at the opera - in every respect
I'm already a little excited. After all, it's the first time I'm going to the opera. But Lukas, my new admirer, loves opera. "Aren't they very long?" I asked him. "I promise you'll love it," he replied with an enigmatic smile. So I made a real effort with my wardrobe. And rightly so, as I realize when we enter the building. The gentlemen in suits and the ladies in their best dresses. Then the tense atmosphere in the hall before the show starts. We have box seats. We are almost alone there, with only an elderly couple with opera glasses looking down at the stage diagonally behind us. The music that starts overwhelms me. I feel it with all my senses. Without being able to defend myself, I allow it to stir me up and awaken my longings. Shivers run through me, I feel naked in this storm of emotions. How am I supposed to get through this? I reach for Lukas' hand, looking for support in this flood. He gently returns the pressure. In my sensitivity, I feel the warm current emanating from this touch and something inside me realizes that this is exactly what I have been missing.
Without thinking about it, I place his hand on my thigh to feel more of his warmth. Instantly, all my longing flows towards this more intimate touch. His fingers nestle willingly against the curve of my thigh at the hem of my dress, causing a pleasurable tingling sensation. I look around me. The couple is focused on what's happening on stage. I open my legs a little and pull Lukas' hand a little further, to where the stockings end and skin meets skin. I squint at Lukas, who looks forward, seemingly unmoved, while his hand moves on with a light caress. I turn my gaze to the stage too, but hardly notice anything as the tender hand approaches my lap. I open up a little more.
Luke's hand approaches my love bead
I can feel it through the thin fabric of my panties. I inhale sharply and try to hide my excitement. But in vain, I sink a little deeper into my seat and give myself completely to the gentle massage of his fingers. The music is still flooding me and intensifying all my sensations. Especially the ones that Lukas arouses in my lap. When he pushes the fabric aside, slides between my lips and feels his way to the spot that is already eagerly awaiting him, I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my groan. I clutch his arm, resting my head on his shoulder as he sends new waves of pleasure through my body with his fingers. At the end of the first act, as the chorus fills the huge room, I come trembling under his love massage. My body is still buzzing from the pleasure and the music when we hurriedly leave the opera house.
At home: the final act
In the cab, I press myself against him and let him feel how much I want him. At my house, he slips my dress off while our mouths can barely separate. I watch him from the bed as he undresses, opens my legs and bends over me. We look into each other's eyes as he comes deeper and deeper inside me. I pull him towards me, clasp him in my arms and we sway into each other until the waves of lust sweep us away together. We'll go to the opera again - there are more acts...