Enchanted Evening

Got talked into a night of light opera by Val – remember him? The fussy, stuffy guy who helped me with my gardening, and turned out not to be so stuffy after all? Yeah. Well, I’ve seen him several times since then, nothing heavy, but now I think he’s making a serious bid for me.
When he asked me to the opera because I said I hadn’t been since high school, I knew I’d have to give him a hell of a show if I ever wanted to compete.

Turns out Val has season seats. Our opera house has old-fashioned boxes in some of the theaters; his seats were in one of them, and since we went on a Wednesday, and not a weekend, the rest of the box was empty. He could barely take his eyes off me through the whole thing.

I’d been sure to get done up to the nines just for him, in a little black dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up one side, and the elbow-length opera gloves. I’d twisted my hair back so it tumbled over my nape loosely, and painted my eyes as dark as I could for that ultra-feminine evening look. Drove him wild to have me on his arm, I tell you!
And I felt pretty wild, myself. Which is why, after, we stopped at my favorite watering-hole, which is a pretty wild place. We made a pair in our evening clothes, among all the leather-clad counterculture freaks. And when I dragged him out dancing, there wasn’t an eye in the place that wasn’t on us.

I don’t know . . . I guess my blood was up, his too. When I rubbed my ass on him, he reached into the bodice of my dress to feel my tits. When I pressed my tits to his chest, he slipped a hand into the slit of my skirt. For my part, I kept one silky-gloved hand on his cock the whole time.
Soon we were both desperately hard. Val hustled me out, but we didn’t make it to the car. He just pushed me out under the fire escape, right back by the service entrance, and pulled his cock out . . . long and hard and already dripping with that sweet pre-come. Juicy!

I can’t resist, ever, so I knelt, not caring about the stockings I ruined as the pavement ground into my knees.