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as you enjoy tonight's show. Lydia stood on the steps
of the theater, James's late again. They'd had five dates
so far, and he had been on time for zero. Well,
five dates was pushing it. He'd actually stood her upt
so really it was just three. She was beginning to
wonder if he was genuinely interested at all. As the
rain started, she sighed, her head ripping with the warm
summer storm. In a long evening dress, she was hardly
ready to be out in the rain and decided to
make her way inside. It wasn't even as if she
liked the theater that much, but James did, so She
had got the tickets as a way she could celebrate
her birthday and maybe fuel his inner passions. Of course,
like so many birthdays before, she was obviously going to
spend this one, at least partially alone. Entering the foyer,
she took the two tickets out of her clutch back.
She had chosen Dangerous Liaisons. She had heard so many
things about the show, how passionate and sensual it was.
It had been all over the papers in the past
few weeks, and giving James's lack luster desire, she thought
it might just fire him up a bit. She had
hoped she might be able to get some action tonight,
as it was her birthday. Yet again that hope seemed dashed.
She was starting to wonder how she might get his
desire burning at all. Getting a little conspicuous alone and
dripping with rain, she elected to make her way to
the balcony seat. At least that way she could dry
off and get away from the gaze of other theater
couples who just seemed to her know that she had
been stood up. Finally, pushing through the curtain of the balcony,
she collapsed into the darkened seat, resolving to stay until
the storm had passed, when she could quietly leave before
everyone else and make her to the birthday celebration of
cold leftover chicken This really wasn't the way she planned
to spend her fourteen ninth birthday, but crap, life just
seemed to have decided all she deserved was a long
list of letdowns and disappointments. Thankfully, the balcony box was
private and warm. Maybe she could just sleep here for
a little while before sneaking off home. As the lights dimmed,
her phone diinged with the text, sorry, stuck at work.
I'll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday. Well at least he
remembered it was her birthday, she guessed. She wasn't sure
if that made it better or worse. Maybe it would
have been better if he had forgotten it completely. At
least that way she could pretend he had made no
actual effort. Screw you, she whispered to the empty seat
next to her. Defiantly, she decided that she was going
to enjoy this evening with or without James. If this
play was everything it was reported to be, that she
could have a very own evening of passion on her own,
pleasuring herself, something she was well used to after ten
years of single life. Pressing the button on the balustrade
for surface in front of her, within just a couple
of minutes, a waiter appeared through the curtains behind her champagne.
She said, bring the bottle. The young man just nodded
and disappeared back through the curtains, eventually returning with an
open bottle and a single glass, setting it down with
the table next to her, along with a towel. We
will be anything else, mademoiselle, he said, his voice warm
Lydia chuckled a little at being called mademoiselle. It's been
so many years, raving a look up at him in
the dim night. His eyes glittered with the sympathy, as
if he could see the story of her night right
there now. Thanks, thank you for the towel. As he
disappeared again, Lydia let her hair down and dried it
roughly with a towel. No doubt her hair was a
mess now, but heck, no one else was going to
see her. She would be home and back in her
sweatpants before the final curtain. Settling back into her seat
as the curtains raised on the stage below, she had
to admit the show certainly started strongly. A young man
was all but naked on the stage and having a
very intimate moment with an older woman did he have?
Wondered for a moment if that sort of thing really happened,
She decided it didn't matter. She was going to enjoy
the moment, whether it was fantasy, fiction or fact. Taking
a sip of champagne, she immersed herself in the production,
her hand caressing the curve of her bress, her thumb
gently rubbing her erec nipple through the lace of her dress.
Something about all those people in the stools below seemed
to make the sensations somehow more intense. Little bolts of
electricity shot through her body. Whiraning gently, she felt exposed
for a moment, before thinking that no one could see
or hear her. Damn it, she could be as loud
as she liked and no one would know. Sliding her
hand inside the strap on her dress, her fingers pinched
on her nipple, rubbing it to the point of pain,
before flicking it viciously with a fingernail. Watching the show
unfold on the stage, she could imagine for a moment
that the young man was biting on her nipples, sucking
them between his teeth before licking them with his firm tongue.
Surrendering to the fantasy Lydia could feel her pussy throbbing
with desire as she brought to mind the face of
the young waiter, his warm eyes looking up at her
as his lips teased at her breasts, slowly exploring every
inch of her soft flesh, his warm breath caressing her
as he firmly kissed her curves, before the very tip
of his tongue teases around her burning nipple, dragging it
between his teeth and tongue. Her core clutches violently with need,
her thighs tensing around him, pulling his chest against her
needy pussy, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rocking motion,
rubbing her pussy up and down his pecks. She could
almost imagine her wetness dripping through her panties and marking
him with her desire. Loosening the next trap on her dress,
her breasts robed with the caress of the cool air.
Her nipples ache with a passion to be sucked, to
be licked, to be bitten. Moaning loudly, her hand grasped
firmly at her breast, her nails digging into the soft flesh,
before she rolls her nipple between finger and thumb pulling
it hard to accentuate the sensations coursing through her body,
pushing her legs against the balustrade of the balcony, the
heels of her shoes pushing into the soft material, as
she feels his mouth moving lower, biting at the skin
of her stomach through her dress, as his hand slide
along her thighs, moving her dress up, her legs expose
naked to him, and as his mouth moves lower, biting
that soft flesh above her knees, pulling it gently before
caressing it in long movements with his tongue, the bristle
of his stubble causing an avalanche of goosebumps along her legs.
She pushes against him with needy desire, her toes curled
in her shoes. The thought of the grouse below, all
those people so close, yet not knowing the passion that
was actually happening just above them, fuel to her desires further.
Her hand slides down her dress, lifting it her fingertips
dancing over her drenched panties. Wanting to prolong the moment,
she caressed her aching folds through the lace material, the
touch making her lips quiver and her pussy clutch wildly.
Somewhere in the distance. She hears this gentle movement of
the curtain behind her, before her voice whispers, allow me.
As she feels a young man's firm grip move her
leg to one side deftly, before sinking to his knees.
Lydia can only gasp as a threat of a kiss
moves along her thighs, his strong fingers sliding over her buttocks,
massaging him firmly, while his moist breath whispers teasingly along
the inside of her thigh. The haunting sensation of his
breath hovers just over a panti's sensing every breath in
and out, Lydia could feel her pussy throbbing in perfect time,
as if his breath was controlling her pussy, as if
he was breathing it in and out. Trying to pull
him close, he will him to taste her. He resists her,
his strong body pushing against the grip of her thighs.
A pussy defined with need swells and aches for his touch.
And in that moment, that first moment, when his lips
caress the soft material of her panties so gently, barely touching,
a wildfire of electricity cascades down through her body, her
back arching in the seat, His thumb pushes between her thighs,
easing the material of her panties to one side. Lydia
is shocked by the sensation of his breath so close
to her naked pussy, the warmth of his lips moving
over her folds, connected only by his breath, yet still,
every sensation causes an explosion of tingles to move through her,
parting her lips, her core naked to his mouth, the
hint of his breath seeming to move inside her, almost
as if every breath were thrusting so slowly and deliberately
into her pussy, her pussy relentlessly grabbing at him, wanting
to pull him deeper, to fill her completely. The first
lash of his tongue comes without warning, a long, slow
movement of his tongue along the entire length of her folds,
teasingly caressing just inside, yet somehow seeming to touch every
single nerve in her body, holding her breath as he
reaches the top of her pussy, the anticipation of feeling
his tongue finally tasting her clit burning through her. He
waits the tip of his tongue just playfully waiting, tormenting,
knowing with each passing second the need in her is
growing stronger and stronger. Gripping the arm of the seat,
Lydia pushes her pussy forward desperately, yet somehow feels unable
to reach that damn beautiful tongue of his, that torment
of her desires. And then suddenly, with one vicious flick
of his tongue, he circles her clit, sending a shock
away through a body that lifts her from the seat,
and then he stops and waits again, the caress of
her slick down her thighs, making her writhe with lust,
another long caress of his tongue deeper, now pushing between
her lips all the way up the entire length of
her pussy, before stopping just before her clit, the throbbing
in her clip, painful with need and aggressive pulsing moving
through her thighs, her cold clenching, expecting that very next flick,
and when it comes, firm and determined, somehow managing to
move all the weight along her clid with a precise accuracy,
Lydia's body goes into raptures, writhing in the seat. She
pushes herself forward again, her body held on the very
edge by the simple motions of his tongue, Moony, louder
and louder. His tongue persists a circle her clip, before
catching it between his teeth and tongue and then slowly
dragging it between them. The delicious sting of pain that
explodes for her body, permeating every nerve, every cell, every
fiber of her body. He is still not quite taking
her over the edge, as his tongue continues to circle
her clit in achingly painful slow movements. Lydia arches as
he pushes three fingers between her lips, massaging the walls
of her pussy with delicious sensuality, her lips stretching around
the thrusting of his fingers, her pussy clutching at him needily,
a whirlwind of sensations building in her stomach, moaning louder
and louder, feeling the veil of lustful insanity drift over
her as her mind floods with the passionate desires moving
through a body. Lydia bucks against the movement of his fingers,
wanting needing to be fucked, hard, to be taken in
such a brutally passionate way to have him fill her
in every way possible, She whimpers loudly, her body tensing,
just as he pulls his fingers from her, his tongue
dropping from her clips. Stand up, he commands. Lydia's body
responds submissive with need and stands as he pushes behind her,
his hands sliding her dress over her ass before his
fingers slide through the waistband of her panties, moving over
her mound and gently teasing at her clat or. The
palm of his other hand slides up her back, pushing
her against a balustrade, the audience in full few just
feet away. Moving his hand down her back, she hears
a faint sound of a zipper being released, before the
sensation of a wide cockhead pressing against a slick of
her thighs, erect and throbbing. It teases at her pussy lips,
moving with punishing temptation along her folds before he guides
himself inside her. His first thrust is slow and deep,
pushing all the way inside, stretching her lips around his girth.
Lydia's pussy clutches at it wildly, not willing to let
it go. Lydia watches her faces on the audience and
says he continues to thrust inside their unseeing faces, just
seeming to accentuate the intensity she feels moving through a body. Desperately,
she pushes back, forcing his cock deeper inside her, almost
at the point of pain. He feels her so completely,
all pretense of control gone. He continues to thrust in hard,
deep motions of his body, his passion becoming animalistic as
he pounds into her pussy. The sounds of her slick
lips sucking at his hard, hammering cock, echoing in the
balcony box, heightening the sensations of intense sexual pleasure that
vibrates relitious body gripping the balustrade for supporters, and her
knee start to buckle. She moans loudly, Suddenly aware of
the intense sex scene on the stage, watching the man
fuck his horror, she can do little else but push
back against this man's cock, violent massaging it with the
throbbing muscles of her pussy, urging him to come inside her. Suddenly,
she feels his chest along her back as his hand
grasps at her breast, pinching her nipples viciously as his
other hand rubs her clip with furious passion. He tenses
against her, his cock pulsing harder and harder with every thrust.
Lydia's own legs tensing, her orgasm rising as she watches
a man and his horror on stage, before her body
explodes in a beautiful orgasm in perfect time with the
hor zone orgasm, her pussy clutching at his cock, forcing
him to erupt with warm pulses of cumb flooding inside her,
just holding him there for a little longer, his cock
still pulsing come the sensation, prolonging her own orgasm. Dia
points as she watches the face of the audience below,
so close, yet so unaware. As he falls back into
the seat, Lydia clapses into the seat next to him, turning.
He smiles at him, his hands dropping between her thighs
and cupping her still throbbing pussy gently. Affectionately, Lydia reaches
over her fingers gently massaging his still pulsing thock, before
she lowers her head, moving her hair from her lips,
and sucks every last trot from his cock. His body
trembles in pleasure as her tongue dances around his head,
forcing him to moan even deeper. Wiping the last of
his cool from her lips, she sucks it from her
fingers or watching him very relining, finding his breathings settles.
He turns and says, you know, if you're flexible and
we have guest pauses, I can let you use lydi
earnings over and kisses him, her fingertips caressing between the
buttons of his shirt, before she says, oh, I can
be flexible, just maybe not the kids shoves a mischievous
smell moving over her lips. So another week, another story.
Hope you enjoyed them. A little bit of public sex,
nothing wrong with it. Remember Harmony Healing is on its
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Go find it next week? Another story. Yes, we don't
have another story, so I look forward to seeing you
and end in the mean time, and always with your
pleasure in mind. This is devil and world, wishing your
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