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Speaker 1: Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild
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any tension, any stress. The next twenty minutes or so,
just you in my voice. This is your time, Your
time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, Your time
to release that in a woman as you listen to
my voice and feel the story moving through your body
as you enjoy tonight's show. Ludia 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 had actually stood her
up twice, 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 bag. 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 lust of desire,
she thought it might just fire him up a bit.
She had hoped she I 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. Feeling 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 way
home to the birthday celebration of cold leftover chicken. This
really wasn't the way she planned to spend her forty
ninth birthday. Oh crap, life just seemed to have decided
all she deserved was a long list of letdowns disappointments. Thankfully,
the balcony box was private or warm. Maybe she could
just sleep here for a little while before sneaking off home.
As the lights dimmed, her phone demed 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 wh 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, measuring 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 under single glass, setting
it down under the table next to her, along with
a towel. Will there be anything else, mademoiselle, he said,
his voice warm Lydia chuckled a little at being called mademoiselle.
It's been so many years, braving the look up at
him in the dim light, his eyes glittered with a sympathy,
as if he could see the story of her night
right there. No thanks, thank you for the towel. As
he disappeared again, Lydia lit her hair down and dried
it roughly with the 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 that he
had 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 breath, her thumb
gently rubbing her erec nipple through the lace of her dress.
Something about all those people in the stalls below seemed
to make the sensations somehow more intense. Little bolts of
electricity shot through her body. Whining 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, 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 corek 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 picks. She could
almost imagine her wetness dripping through her aunties and marking
him with her desire, loosening the neck strap 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 grasps
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, bite
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 crowds below, all
those people so close yet not knowing the passion that
was actually happening just above them, feel 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 aking 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 them firmly, while his moist breath whispers teasingly along
the inside of her thigh. The haunting sensation of his
breath bobbers just her for he 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 closer, will him to taste her, He
resists her, his strong body pushing against the grip of
her thighs. A pussy defied with need, swells an ache
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 and 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 bubbles, 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 that the 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 way 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 luths. Another long caress of his tongue deeper,
now pushing between her lips all the way up the
entire length of her pussing, before stopping just before her clit.
The throbbing and her clip painful would need an aggressive
pulsing moving through her thighs or coal clenching, expecting that
very next flick, and when it comes firm and determined,
somehow managing to move all the weight along her clip
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, Moaning louder and louder. His tongue persists a
circular 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 immediately a whirlwind of sensations building in her stomach,
moaning loud and moulder, feeling the veil of dust for
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 clit. 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 bouties,
moving over her mound and gently teasing at her clate
or the palm of his other hand slides up her back,
pushing her against a balustrade, the audience in full FuG
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 volds 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 the faces on
the audience as 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 gold. 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 relidious body, gripping the
balustrade for supporters, and her knees 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,
violently 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 the 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 coum flooding inside her, just holding him
there for a little longer, his cock still pulsing come
the sensation, prolonging her own orgasm. Dia pants as she
watches the faces of the audience below, so close, yet
so unaware. As he falls back into the seat, Lydia
collapses into the seat next to him, turning, he smiles
at her, his hands dropping between her thighs and cuppying
her still throbbing pussy gently. Affectionately, Lydia reaches over, her
fingers gently massaging his still pulsing cock, before she lowers
her head, moving her hair from her lips, and sucks
every last drop from his cock is what. He trembles
in pleasure as her tongue dances around his head, forcing
him to moan even deeper. Wiping the last of his
cum from her lips, she sucks it from her fingers
while watching him grimming. Ay you finding His breathing settles,
and he turns and says, you know, if you're flexible,
we have gas passes I can let you use. Lyddia
leans 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 shows a mischievous
smile moving over her lips. So another week, another story.
I hope you enjoyed that. A little bit of public sex,
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we do another story, so I look forward to seeing
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