0 comments/ 54950 views/ 17 favorites A Night at the Opera By: gao23 At long last Mindy's business in Boston was done. A whole week of charts and paradigms and chattering businessmen. It left her bored, weary, and strangely horny. But she had some great plans for the weekend- she had managed to score a ticket to the opera, something she usually wasn't all that keen on, but she had the perfect dress for it. A floor-length black number, with a slit in the back that came almost to mid-thigh. It was also strapless, and did a great job of showing off her impressive cleavage. Not to mention the fact that just hailing a cab usually caused at least one of her boobs to pop out. She was hoping there'd be a few wealthy bachelors there tonight she could impress her "charms" upon them. Mindy did her hair up, and added a tasteful amount of makeup and jewelry. The panties she picked out were the tiniest panties she had ever laid eyes on. A wee little patch of black satin held over her hips by two thin strings. They didn't completely conceal her well-groomed bush, and didn't even come close to cover her full, round ass. Between the week's worth of stale corporate repression and the thoughts of the mischief she could get into tonight, the panties slipped into her lips almost as soon as she put them on. It actually felt quite nice, and she was tempted to take a few minutes to play with herself, but the reception was starting soon. She slipped on her black stockings, the tops of which might show a bit through the slit in her dress, should she step just the right way. Then she slipped into her long black dress and admired herself in the mirror. The shiny material clung to her body tightly, especially across her hips and ass. An astute observer could tell just how skimpy her panties were. Just for a test she raised her right arm, and sure enough, out popped her right boob. She raised her left arm, and the left boob followed suit. Without her plump breasts to fill out the top part of the dress, the material slid down and pooled at her hips. With a casual gesture, she could render herself half-naked, in front of Boston's wealthiest and most conservative elite. She REALLY wanted to take a moment to play with herself, but time was short. She put on a pair of black opera gloves, grabbed a tiny black purse and a light wrap, and headed for the lobby. It was a hot spring night in Boston. The doorman must have been on break- she'd have to hail her own cab. Perfect, Mindy thought. A little test drive. She waved her right hand, and her right boob practically jumped out of the gown. Several passersby noticed her "mishap", as well as about five cabs, which almost crashed into each other racing for the curb. She blushed sincerely and slipped her breast back into the loose bodice of the gown. Mindy stepped into the nearest cab, with a bit of difficulty. The gown was tighter around the thighs and hips than she remembered. It took a few minutes of struggling, but she managed to slither into the back seat, but the cabbie didn't seem to mind- he was enjoying her serpentine hips and jiggling cleavage. The cabbie took his time driving through the city. He was a dirty old fellow that spent most of the trip leering at Mindy in the rearview mirror. After what seemed like an eternity, the finally arrived at the opera house. Mindy opened the door, and was about to slid out feet first, but she was worried the slit in her dress would ride up, and show a bit more of her fanny than she was wanted to in front of this dirty old man. She planted her feet down and pulled herself. Just as she was began to stand upright, there was a terrible ripping noise, and she heard the cabbie hoot. Something yanked at her hips, and she fell back into the cabbie. Her eyes were wide with panic, and she slid out of the cab as quickly as possible. She could hear the cabbie chuckling, and when she turned to pay him, he just smiled and waved his hands. Mindy reached back and touched her gown- it had ripped! The slit up the back had torn clear up to the small of her back. Her ass cheeks, the tiny panties, even her crack were exposed. And that was just standing on the sidewalk- walking would make the rip even wider, letting her whole ass out of the gown. She cautiously stepped away from the cab- so far the cabbie was the only one who had noticed. She moved through the crowd of formally dressed snobs, trying to let the wrap hand down low enough to cover her ass. She took baby steps, hoping the gown would somehow hold together. Her face was flushed, and her stomach was fluttering. She made her way into the posh lobby and found a quiet corner to stand with her back to. She pulled at the panties, trying to get them to cover more of her ass. The narrow piece of satin slipped deeper into her soaking lips, and she almost moaned out loud. The lobby was filling up fast with socialites, and it was only matter of time before several men of varying ages and looks were hitting on her. She backed deeper into the corner, hoping none of these gentlemen would notice the damage to her gown. A potted fern behind began poking her with its leaves, tickling her ass and brushing between her bare thighs. One her suitors kept Mindy supplied with lots of champagne, and soon she was loosening up. She began laughing at their awful jokes and even flirted back. Occasionally, she folded her arms, and pressed her breasts together and out. She was sure some of the taller gentlemen were getting a good look of more than just cleavage. The theater was opened, and people began filing in. Mindy told her suitors she had to wait for a friend- she wanted to go in after everyone, so no one could get a clear view of her backside. Soon, the lobby was empty, except for a handful of ushers. One of them took her ticket and led her into the theater to her seat. He pointed to a seat in the middle of the theater. Mindy was horrified! She would have to crawl over countless people just to get to her seat! The usher was looking at her suspiciously. Or lustily. She was too buzzed from the champagne and the potential humiliation to tell which. She began to negotiate down the row of seats with great care. She faced the people she was trying to get past so they couldn't she her ass, but she had to be careful not to brush the people in the other row with her butt. She was doing okay- she was going to make it to her seat- she was only a few seats away! And then she felt something very sharp stab her right in the ass. She fell forward, almost collapsing on the distinguished older gentleman she happened to be passing at the moment. Her boobs bounced wildly in the bodice, threatening to burst free. People all around were turning to look. She could feel something pulling at her panties. Mindy tried to twist around to see what it was. An old woman in the lower aisle was wearing Asian-style hairpins, and one had caught Mindy's panties as she tried to pass. Currently the pin was pulling her panties down and away, exposing her ass to the entire lower half of the theater. And the entire lower half of the theater was quickly becoming aware of the commotion. The old woman was becoming quite upset, as she didn't know what had snagged her hair pin. Mindy tried to twist around to get at the hairpin. All of the twisting and arching of her back inevitable caused her breasts to spring free. A wave of gasps flooded the theater. Mindy squealed and tried to cover her naked breasts with her hands. She lost her balance and fell forward onto the older gentleman, smothering him in her cleavage. Her panties snapped, and she felt the material slip through her thighs. They still dangled from the old woman hair pin. Mindy couldn't decide which was more humiliating- that she had just been stripped of her panties in front of a crowded theatre, or that those panties were soaking wet. She fumbled about, trying to get back to her feet, but all she seemed to accomplish was waving her bare ass in the air and smacking the wide-eyed man about the face with her naked breasts. Finally, an older woman that appeared to be the man's wife pushed Mindy off of him. As in the hotel room, without her breasts to hold it up, the bodice fell down about her hips and waist. She desperately pulled at the material, trying to stuff herself back inside. The old woman- the one that still had Mindy's damp panties dangling from her hair- began screaming for security. Mindy panicked- this had gotten way out of control! She quickly shuffled back down the row, franticly trying to fit her bouncing breasts back into the fallen gown. Just like in the cab, her toe again caught the hem of the gown. The rip shot up her spine, until the gown few apart. There was a cool tingle across her naked body, quickly replaced by the all-too familiar hot flash of humiliation. Goosebumps flashed across her flesh. Every eye in the theater was gawking at her in shock, and in many cases, open lust... She instinctively cowered over, her knees buckling. Mindy pressed one hand against her soft pubic mound, while the other tried in vain to cup her abundant breasts. She reached out for the remains of her dress, desperate for something, anything to cover her nudity. She was still standing on the material, and the row was too crowded for her to step off of it. She looked for her wrap- it was back with the old man! A souvenir of her clumsy lap dance. All she had left were her shoes, stocking, and gloves. Ushers were moving up the aisle towards her. Mindy gave up on the dress and ran, covering her breasts and pussy with her hands. The lobby was empty- thank God! She quickly slipped into the ladies room. It, too, was empty- a miracle! Mindy ducked into a stall. It was only a matter of time before they found her, she had to think fast. Her knees were still shaking, her heart was racing, and her pussy was absolutely drenched from all of the excitement. Part of her wanted to do nothing but play with herself until she couldn't see straight. Her wet panties being ripped from her in front of a crowd. Falling on that strange man, her breasts slapping his face. All of those people, leering at her naked body... All she had to work with was her gloves and her stockings. She couldn't fashion much out of that. But... Mindy grabbed a roll of toilet paper from the dispenser, and began to wrap it around her body like a mummy. In a few minutes she had a whole new dress, albeit rather flimsy and unstylish. She peeked out of the bathroom- the ushers were still searching, but she didn't see any nearby. She couldn't make it out the front door without being seen, but the she could make it to the fire exit a few feet away. As soon as she opened the door, a deafening alarm began blaring! The whole theater would be pouring out this way soon! She ran out into the alley, and the door slammed behind her before she realized that it was raining out! Her improvised dress started soaking up the water almost immediately. Her nipples were showing through the thin tissue already! And the dark triangle of pubic hair, too! The dress started to unravel and split almost immediately- bits of pale bare flesh appeared between the sheets of paper. She ran out to the street, manically trying to hail a cab. Her dress was already beginning to fall apart, despite her best efforts. The toilet paper gown was quickly becoming a tattered miniskirt and tube top. Behind her the first wave of patrons was moving across the lobby in her direction. It wasn't until the soggy paper fell from her slick breasts that a cab stopped. She dashed for the cab, as the tissue slipped off her hips, once again revealing her bare round ass to the world. The patrons evacuating the opera house got one last cheeky view of poor Mindy as she dove into the cab. She looked up with surprise and a bit of horror to see that it was the same cab driver that brought her here! He gawked at her wide-eyed, and with a smile that stretched across his face. She crossed her long wet legs and folded her arms across her breasts, and as calmly as possible, asked the cabbie to return her to her hotel. Once again the cabbie took his sweet time to get her back to her hotel- partly because he wanted every possible second to take in this sexy naked woman, and partly so he wouldn't crash the cab. He couldn't believe his luck! First a peek at her sweet round ass in that slinky black number, and now here she was in all her glory! Those creamy fat tits spilling out over her arms, and that perfect bare ass being pressed into the seat. He would have to hang that seat up in the garage- none of the guys would ever believe this! Pretty much the only thing cover Mindy' body- aside from the gloves and stockings- was the thin coating of hot spring rain. She held her breasts out of modesty, but every now and then she'd give them a squeeze, pinching her pert nipples, and letting them peek out from between her satin-covered fingertips. Her legs were tightly crossed, also out of shame, but by bouncing her foot just a little, her swollen lips would press against her taut clit, keeping her just on the edge of orgasm. At long last the arrived at the hotel. Mindy had expected another free ride, like the first time. This old guy was getting quite a free show, but he shaked his head at her, and said this was the kind of thing that should be reported to the cops. Mindy was mortified! Her whole professional life flashed before her eyes, and all because of this dirty old man! He reached for his CB. She demurely uncrossed her legs, keeping her knees close together. He waited... Mindy slid her hand across her smooth belly, and over her nicely groomed bush. The old cabbie watched with a slack jaw as her gloved hand disappeared between her soft thighs. Her dampness was audible. She laid her head back as her breath quickened. Her arm began moving like a piston, while the other one held her trembling breast. She moaned softly with every stroke. Pedestrians walking by began to take notice of the scene inside the cab. She rubbed her thighs together, resisting the urge to spread her legs. She thrust her hand into her crotch faster and faster. Her ass gyrated in time with her pumping. The cab began to bounce in her rhythm... Her moaning grew loader, as did the slurping sound from her sex. Suddenly she arched her back, her moans becoming breathless squeals. Her body shook madly, but her madly pumping hand kept working. She let loose one final, sustained moan, and the collapsed against the seat, her body covered with a thing glaze of sweat. The cabbie was completely dumbstruck. Mindy crossed her legs again, albeit with some quivering difficulty. She did her best to look calm a demure- as demure as any naked woman could look after masturbating in public. She slowly pulled the long opera glove from her right hand- the one she had just used to pleasure herself with. It was soaked to the wrist. She handed it to the cabbie who took it like it was made of gold. She waited a moment to catch her breath and compose herself, and then left the cab. For a moment she had almost forgotten she was naked, but the shocked expressions and cries from the people walking past the hotel soon reminded her. She tried to cover herself, but in vain. At best all she could hide was her pubic hair and one breast. She ran for the door as fast as she could, but her knees were still weak. The rain was soaking her all over again. Suddenly it occurred to her that she had left her purse at the theatre, too. It only had a few dollars in it, but it also had the key to her hotel room. She made it to the hotel lobby. The desk was empty, but there was an old woman relaxing with a book in the nearby lounge. She stared at Mindy as if she couldn't believe her eyes. A crowd was forming behind her- admiring her curvaceous body through the hotel's glass doors. She needed a plan- they wouldn't just give keys out to naked women, would they? The elevator doors were opening- she made a quick escape to the pool area. It was empty thanks to the rain. She watched some tourists and guests come and go, and the clerk finally returned to the desk. A scrawny red-haired kid in a red vest. Mindy quickly slipped off her shoes and stockings and dumped them in a nearby garbage can. She took off her last glove and wrapped it across her breasts like a strapless bikini top. It was just barely wide enough to cover each nipple, but wasn't long enough to wrap completely around her. She had to hold the glove in place by clamping her arms down against her side. She had nothing else to cover her bare ass and pussy, but the clerk's desk was high enough that he shouldn't be able to tell. She waited until the young man disappeared back into the office for something, and then slipped back into the lobby. Mindy rang the desk bell until the clerk returned. His eyes instantly zeroed in on her overflowing cleavage. She explained that she was out using the pool when it started raining, but she seemed to have forgotten her key. The boy asked for her name and room number, and went to retrieve it from the locker. Mindy looked over her shoulder, and noticed that she still had some admirers from the street gawking at her. Suddenly an elderly couple walked into the lobby. They couldn't help but notice this bare-assed woman standing in the lobby. The woman was struck speechless, but the old man tipped his hat at her and smiled. She smiled back as sweetly as she could. It felt like her whole body was flushing. She fidgeted from foot to foot, oblivious to the fact that it made her full ass all the more enticing to the gathering crowd. All of these people staring at her naked body and all she could do was wait for that stupid clerk. How long does it take to get a stupid key? Finally hey came out with her key. He stopped for a moment and stared at the crowd of stunned onlookers, trying to figure out what they were looking at. He held out the key to her, but as Mindy reached out for it, the wet glove fell away from her tits, landing on the counter with a plop. There were several gasps in the crowd, not to mention the cheers. She was completely naked now. Not a stitch. All of her clothes were either lost or thrown away. And there was a growing mob there to enjoy the view. Mindy grabbed the key and ran! Her boobs bounced too wildly for her to possibly cover them. Her rain-wet body slipped through the crowd of guests and strangers. She felt many hands grab at her bare body, groping her breasts and slapping her ass. She made it to the elevator, and hit the button- it was on the 13th floor! Talk about bad luck! Some people in the crowd were digging out cameras... Mindy ran for the stairwell. She made her way up the stairs as fast as she could, but she was still weak from the immense orgasm in the cab. Camera flashes went off behind her, and off her behind. After five floors or screaming, jiggling, and endless photos, she finally lost them, and made it to her room. She collapsed on the bed, panting. She was tempted to start playing with herself again. All of those total strangers leering at her naked body, touching it, even photographing it! Just as she slid her hand between her thighs, there was a knock at the door. She suddenly panicked- could it be that mob of horny photographers? Or that clerk, or even that dirty old cabbie? Or even worse- the cops?! She wrapped herself in a towel and looked through the peephole. It was a woman with a pushcart, claiming to be room service. Mindy warily opened the door, and the woman pushed the cart in. She said it was compliments of the night clerk- a full lobster dinner, with a magnum of champagne. Mindy settled down for her "free" dinner. Just as she lifted up the lobster bib, she saw the Polaroid beneath it- a lovely shot of a naked woman dashing into a stairwell! A Night at the Opera David glanced at his watch. The opera would be starting soon and Jessica still hadn't arrived. He had wanted to do things right and pick her up, but she wouldn't let him. She had said that she wanted to make an entrance. He was waiting in the lobby of the theatre. It was a high class event and he wasn't used to being dressed so formally; he had a full tuxedo, white dress shirt, black bow tie and dinner jacket, his shoes polished to a shine. When Jessica eventually arrived she definitely made an entrance. Walking into the lobby she looked stunning. Her tobacco brown hair tumbled down to her shoulders. She wore a long maroon evening dress that accentuated her curves, a thin plunging neckline that hinted of cleavage without being obvious and a long slit up the side to show some leg. She was pure class and elegance. He greeted her with a kiss on her cheek and her perfume filled his senses, making his heart skip a beat. Jessica had arrived just in time and they made their way into the theatre to take their seats. It was Bizet's Carmen, an opera filled with fever and lust, and it had one of the greatest pieces of music ever: the intense and passionate Habanera. That's what David had always enjoyed about opera, it was always so full of passion and fire and extreme emotions burning and bubbling, ready to explode. It had always captivated him and he was thrilled that Jessica had the same interest. The lights went down and the curtains opened. They contentedly watched as the story unfolded but their attention soon started to drift away from the stage and to each other. David smiled as he felt Jessica's hand rest on his leg, just above the knee. He brought his hand down to meet hers and hold it. It was a good performance, but in the heat of mid-summer the theatre felt hot and claustrophobic. At the intermission they didn't hang around the lobby for very long before deciding to step outside to get some air. Jessica was looking for somewhere far from the crowd, and leading David by the hand eventually found a quiet corner out of sight from the other patrons. David watched Jessica as she sighed deeply and leaned forward, both hands on the metal railings as she looked up at the sky. It was a clear night and the stars sparkled brightly above them, a soft summer breeze cooling the skin. David slowly approached. Standing behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly moved them down her arms in a soft lingering caress, bringing them to rest on the railing alongside hers. He leaned forward and breathed in her perfume, his breath on the back of her neck. He placed a single kiss where her neck met her shoulders, and she gave another soft, barely audible sigh as David felt her behind gently brush against him. At first he thought he imagined it but then he felt it again. This time she stayed, slowly swaying back and forth around his crotch. It was very gentle but definitely deliberate, just enough to tease, and David had to take a step back before he became too aroused and it started to show. Jessica turned around to face him and was wearing the sexiest smile he had ever seen. The intermission was coming to an end and they headed back inside to finish the performance. They didn't need to say a word to each other; they both wanted to, but knew it would be all the sweeter for making themselves wait, holding back to build the tension. They sat in the dark once more watching as their hands intertwined, his free hand gently stroking the inside of her arm. Occasionally he leaned over and kissed her cheek. It was a small and simple act, but with their chemistry was intense. They wanted to do so much more but were unable to, the tension palpable for them both as they leaned into each another, their breathing growing heavy and laboured. When the opera finished they were the first to leave. Through the lobby and out into the fresh night air they went to hail a cab and rode back to David's hotel room. The journey was excruciating. All David wanted to do was pull Jessica close and feel her lips against his, but the cab driver wouldn't shut up, endlessly droning on and glancing back at them every few minutes. David and Jessica just had to sit there all civilized when all they wanted to do was tear into each other, feeling, touching, and tasting each other. They hurried to the hotel room hand in hand. David's heart was pounding in his chest. After fumbling with the key he got the door open and almost fell through the doorway, trying to get in as quickly as possible. Stumbling around, he flipped on the light. As they got into the hotel room Jessica slammed the door behind them, backing up against it. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the low light of the lamp, her chest moving with her heavy breathing. Her leg was parted slightly and he noticed for the first time how far up the slit in her dress went, revealing a glimpse of the tops of her stockings. David couldn't hold back any longer and stepped up to her, kissing her deeply, passionately, his hands eagerly moving across the curves of her body. Jessica pulled him close to her, pressing their bodies together, her hands pushing his dinner jacket off his shoulders as she tugged at his shirt. David kissed and nuzzled her neck, the sound of her ragged breathing in his ear. Jessica pushed him off, tearing open his shirt and pulling it off of him before spinning him around and pushing him against the door with a soft thud. She let her hands wander down his chest, lingering just below his belly button before stepping back so he could see the full length of her body. Flushed and breathless with lust in her eyes, she reached behind herself to undo her dress before delicately sliding the straps off her shoulders. The dress dropped, stopping for the briefest moment around her hips before tumbling to the floor. David took a deep breath and swallowed hard. She was now standing there in nothing but the most elegant lingerie, her breasts heaving in a small black lace bra, black panties, and matching garter belt that held up her stockings. David took a moment to take her in, to let his eyes roam over her beautiful body, and then he stepped forward to kiss her again. He couldn't get enough of her lips on his. Their arms wrapped around each other and started to explore each others bodies again. His hands wandered south, squeezing her perfect peachy behind while her hands roamed over his broad, muscular back. With one hand still caressing and squeezing her behind, David let the other wander up, deftly undoing her bra and pulling the straps off. He stepped back, taking the bra with him and discarding it to the floor. Jessica's nipples were little pink buds, erect and wanting attention. David cupped her breasts in his hands, caressing them, kissing them, tasting them. He ran his tongue across a nipple before sucking on it and a small moan escaped the back of Jessica's throat. He did the same to the other one and she bit her lip, her eyes closing and her breathing becoming shallow and fast. David took her to the bed and laid her down before stripping the rest of his clothes off and joining her. He buried his head in her neck, kissing tenderly before moving down to her breasts, kissing and licking between her cleavage. He moved further down, teasing his lips across the soft smooth skin of her stomach. He kissed the inside of her thigh as his hands ran up the curves of her legs, the feel of her silk stockings turning him on even more. Moving up to her hips, he took hold of her black lace panties and gently pulled on them. Jessica lifted her hips up slightly so he could pull them all the way off. She was now completely naked except for her stockings and garters. Jessica lay on the bed breathless, begging David, tugging at him, pushing his head between her legs. He didn't hesitate or hold back. He gave her soaking wet pussy a long slow lick up the length of her slit and couldn't help but smile as he heard her moan. He let his tongue explore the soft folds of her pussy, wriggling around her engorged lips, tasting the sweet juices before sucking on her clit. Jessica's moans only spurred David on more, and he hungrily and greedily licked and sucked as her legs closed around him, her hands running through his hair. Still sucking on her clit, David introduced his fingers. First one, then two, stretching her hole, fucking her while his tongue worked her clit. Her thighs clamped tighter around his head as she panted and moaned in pleasure. She gave a shudder and her thighs gripped his head like a vice, pushing his face hard against her, her hands painfully gripping his hair. A long lingering moan escaped from her as she came before her body finally fell relaxed. David gently kissed up her body until he was laying next to her and they wrapped their arms around each other, sensually touching and stroking each other. It didn't take long for Jessica to recover from her orgasm and her hands quickly wandered down to David's hard cock, gently stroking it. She started from the base and worked up to the tip where she played and teased for a moment before stroking down to the base again. David thrust his hips at her in an attempt to get her to go faster and harder but it didn't work. She was having way too much fun teasing him. He couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head as he positioned himself over her, his throbbing member at her entrance. Jessica gave him a huge smile, a smile that said that that was exactly what she was waiting for him to do. She pulled her hands free from him and started stroking his cock again, this time harder. Then she started sliding it around her entrance, slicking it with her juices and rubbing the head around her clit. David couldn't contain himself any longer and swatted her hands away, and taking a firm grip of his cock he pushed it inside her with one long thrust. Jessica quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, her fingernails scraping down his back as she let out a guttural groan. He knew she wasn't going to let him go now until she was satisfied. He started to move his hips, slowly at first but gradually picking up the pace, sliding almost all the way out, stopping just short, then thrusting back inside. She felt incredible wrapped around him and all he could hear was her quick shallow breathing in his ear and her subtle little moans. He change the rhythm of his thrusts, alternately switching from hard and fast to sensuous slowness, driving her crazy as the tension built and she whimpered in his ear, begging him to make her come. He kept going, relentless, grinding his hips and thrusting harder and faster as her breathing became quicker and more shallow. Harder. Faster. They were both breathless, twisting and writhing together in a frenzied ecstasy, their limbs entangled, kissing and licking and tasting each other. He pushed harder still, speeding up his rhythm. All he could hear was her breathless whispers in his ear, telling him that she was close, begging him to come with her. Hearing her moan and beg drove David wild and he could feel the build up inside him and he couldn't hold back anymore. He thrust and jerked, shooting his thick load deep inside her. She let out a huge rattling scream. Her body writhed and quivered in ecstasy, her legs still wrapped around him, pulling tighter to take him as deep inside as possible, her muscles tensing, her voice choked and intense. For a moment she was still and unmoving except for a trembling bottom lip. She let out one last cry, releasing everything in that moan, and fell limp with a soft sigh of satisfaction. David didn't pull out straight away. Instead they quietly lay on the bed, enjoying the closeness of being entangled together, giddy on the rush of the orgasm. Jessica was still breathless and her body was still twitching as she rode the aftershocks of her climax. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as they came down from the high of the night, their sweaty bodies glowing with contentment. As they drifted off to sleep David could almost here the dulcet sounds of Bizet's Habanera echoing in his mind as he lost himself in Jessica's tender embrace. A Night at the Opera I took my seat in the opera house looking...hoping...and aching to see if my companion was attending the opera that night. For the last two months, I and my wife had seats D2 and D3...and seated next to us were another couple. She was simply the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her beauty was amplified by my own dying marriage. My wife and I already had the divorce papers filed. Perhaps I was kidding myself, but the woman seated next to us seemed to pay extra attention to me...and it was clear that her companion was bored and not interested in her. His loss...she had long blond hair...green eyes...and a body that made men scream. During intermissions, we would get our drinks and talk. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Finally, as I sat down, I saw her come in...alone! As I was. She had on a skin tight blue satin dress that hugged every curve. She sat next me and noticed that the seat next to me was as empty as the seat next to her. During the first intermission, I offered to buy her a glass of wine. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating. I moved in closer just to inhale her scent. We took our seats for the second act and our knees touched. She didn't pull away. In the darkness, our hands reached out and I took hers in mine. As the opera moved to its conclusion, I brought her hand to my mouth and tenderly kissed her fingertips. I looked over at her, and her head was back and her eyes closed as a small moan escaped her mouth. By the time the performance ended, we were hand in hand...leaning in to one another. As the crowd left the opera house, I asked this goddess if she would like to join me for a drink. For years, I would get a hotel room across the street from the opera house so I could make a night of it. She leaned in, kissed my cheek and said: "I would love that." We went up to my room, and as soon as my door closed, I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her into me and kissed her. Tenderly at first, our kiss intensified and soon her tongue was sliding into my mouth. My hands ran up and down her incredible body, feeling the satin material of her dress. My hands cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her closer to me. My hardening cock was pressing into her. My new lover didn't back away. In fact, she reached down and began to massage my cock through my pants. She whispered into my ear: "Darling...let me taste you." With that, she unzipped my pants, slid to her knees and began a gentle sucking. It didn't take long. I had lusted after this beauty for too long. Her smooth mouth slide up and down my hard cock and her hand gently cupped my balls. When she looked up into my eyes, it was more than I could take. With a moan, I cried out and began cumming. My knees went weak as I pumped a load of cream into my goddess's mouth. When the orgasm subsided, she stood up and melted into my arms. Without a moment's hesitation, I kissed her again...my tongue sliding in to her mouth. I could taste my own semen on her lips and tongue. And rather than be repulsed by it...I wanted more of it. My tongue greedily probed her mouth...tasting...kissing...wanting. I reached behind her as we kissed and began to unzip her dress. She tried to stop me: "No baby...not tonight...please." But I had been too quick. Her dress, now unzipped, was ready to be peeled from her body. As I lowered the dress, I kissed her neck...her breasts...her tummy. She begged me to stop...But there was no stopping at this point. My darling lover grabbed my head and tried to stop me from going any lower: "My love" she cried out. "Wait...I have something to tell you." With that, I pulled the dress off her and she stood before me in all her naked glory. Her smooth body was sheer perfection...right down to her erect cock that was now standing straight up. She pulled away and began picking up her clothes as if to go. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me again. "Is this what you wanted to tell me" I asked? With tears in her eyes, she simply nodded. I took her head in my hands...pulled her close and kissed her again. But this time, as we kissed, I reached down and began slowly massaging her cock. I had never touched another cock besides my own. It was hard...yet velvety smooth. I could feel it pulsing as I worked it back and forth. Her moans filled my room. With each stroke, her breath shortened and her pulse quickened. Our passionate kiss became nearly violent as her tongue moved in concert with my stroking. Her tongue pushed into my mouth with a groan when the orgasm ripped through her body. She had spasm after spasm as her cum filled up my hand. I couldn't stop myself from bringing my hand to my mouth...and licking up each drip. Her tongue competed with mine for her cum...until we begin another kiss. As my lover went limp, I picked her up in my arms and carried her to bed. By now, I was at full erection again. I laid her back...looking deeply into her eyes. Without a word, I slid between her thighs...my rock hard cock poised at the entrance. We kissed again...and she whispered in my ear: "Make love to me, my darling...make love to me until sunrise." I penetrated her slowly, with love. At 50 years old...my cock had penetrated many pussies...but nothing was as tight...as wet...as glorious as my new lover. With a firm thrust, I slid into her and she cried out and gripped my back in passion. "Oh Sally" I cried out..."I am inside you, my love...we are one." When I said "we are one", Sally burst into tears and begged me to stay inside her forever. My cock took on a life of its own and picked up speed with each stroke. My lover wrapped her legs around me, bringing me in even deeper. Her own cock was now erect again. Her head thrashed back and forth as I pounded into her. "Oh my God" I cried out..."I'm going to cum...I'm going to pour my seed into you." With a final thrust, I penetrated her to the core of her being...and white lights exploded in my brain as my seed spurted forth into her. She cried with me as her own cock began shooting cum over the two of us. I collapsed next to her...the night was over. But a new life was beginning.