13 comments/ 32484 views/ 15 favorites Mrs. Wentworth Enjoys Act Three By: softspokenstephen This is the sixth part of the Mrs. Wentworth series and comes right after "Mrs. Wentworth and a Useful Lesson." You can find the other parts by clicking on my name. I'm enjoying writing this and a lot of the responses I get from people. I do reply to all feedbacks that have a reply in them and I read all comments. A lot of people have been very helpful in helping me think through things and sometimes in coming up with ideas for this or other stories so thank you. P.S. The next episode is almost done too but I wanted to end this one at the spot it ends. -------------------------- The next morning I woke up slowly. I still had the panties from the night before under the sheets and they helped remind me of what had happened. I had enjoyed licking Mrs. Wentworth more than anything that happened since I came to stay for a little while. But I couldn't help being confused. Mrs. Wentworth was a mystery to me. Sometimes I thought I understood her and sometimes I had no idea where she was coming from. When my mom made me come and stay with Mrs. Wentworth, I was pissed. I'm almost 19, a fully grown adult. I don't need someone to watch me. But soon I realized it wasn't like that and that Mrs. Wentworth wasn't just some old lady. She wasn't really that old but she was more than twice my age. But I really liked her. I thought she was nice and I guess I liked her more than that. A few sexual things had happened since I got there and last night was the best. But I wasn't sure what it meant. I know I'm not the most experienced person so I'm not always sure but sometimes Mrs. Wentworth seemed like two different people. Like the one night she actually gave me a blowjob I thought was going to change everything but she acted the next day like nothing happened. Like she was two different people. I was hard already but decided not to start the day by cumming in her panties again. Instead I got dressed and went downstairs. I walked by her room and she was already up, the bed made, and started her day. I got downstairs and she greeted me with a big smile and a "good morning, my sweet Stephen. Did you have a good night?" I wasn't going to be the first one to mention the night before so I played it cool and just said "oh yeah, I slept great. How about you?" She smiled and said "I had very sweet dreams. There's coffee just made and bagels on the counter." I made myself a bagel and decided to take charge at least a little. The morning is normally when she might ask me something embarrassing and show up my lack of experience. Not that I admitted to anything but she could probably tell. Today, I decided maybe I'd take charge or at least keep her from going there. As I started eating I said, "So, Mrs. Wentworth, I want to ask you something." She just leaned eagerly and said "oh ask me anything, sweetheart. You know I want to help you in any way I can and teach you and answer any question even the kind you can't ask your mommy." And she smiled very sweetly. Damn. She threw me off again. When she refers to my mom like that it makes me feel nervous. But I decided to go ahead and learn more about her. "Okay, Mrs. Wentworth. I know you always ask me stuff like what kind of things I've done or like to do or whatever. But what about you? I mean I don't really know a lot about you. Like, are you really that experienced in things? Your friend Janine sure didn't think so." There I'd said it. Not as forceful as I wanted but I put it out there. I'm not positive but I think she looked a little nervous. Maybe nervous is too strong a word but she sure didn't answer immediately. She took her time. She took a slow drink of her coffee before looking at me. "Stephen, what an interesting question. I'm not positive exactly what you want to know and why you want to know it. I suppose I am not as experienced as some people but it depends what you mean. Surely, you don't want me to list in detail every sexual experience I've ever had in my lifetime. I wasn't married for very long but it was a few years. I'm not a virgin, Stephen dear, if that's what you're wondering." She looked at me with a smile on her face but it was different from her previous smile. I was a little more nervous but I really wanted to be more forceful and not just let life happen. I kept going but was maybe a little bit more nervous than I had been. "I didn't mean I wanted a list or something. I just meant that, well, I thought I'd ask." Then I remembered Janine and realized she hadn't answered that part and I felt more confident. "You know, Mrs. Wentworth, I was thinking about Janine. Janine said that you, well she indicated that you were a prude. Not that I think you're a prude, " I added quickly. "It's just she seemed to mean that you weren't all that experienced. Mrs. Wentworth took her time. She had frozen when I brought up Janine and looked bothered. Then when I said prude I knew I crossed the line. Now she seemed to be moving slowly on purpose and getting herself together. "Stephen, I'm very surprised at you. I'm not hurt because I don't think you mean to be hurtful. There's nothing wrong with being inexperienced. Maybe your own lack of experience is bothering you but it shouldn't. You're only 19. I know you're an adult but experience takes time of course. Now, I certainly don't have the same level of experience as a prostitute! No, no, I know you weren't suggesting that. Do I seem to you like I don't know what I'm doing?" She looked at me, waiting for an answer. Her look wasn't suggestive. It didn't say anything. I knew and she knew that we had done a few things together even if we didn't talk about them but her look clearly said she wasn't going to mention them but I could if there was a problem. Suddenly I was super nervous again and had lost all the initiative. I was also upset because I worried that I had come across as mean and I realized that I didn't want to hurt almost more than I cared about being hurt myself. My feelings were that strong. "Oh, no, Mrs. Wentworth. I didn't mean to imply anything. I was just making conversation, really." She smiled. "I understand, Stevie, dear, why you might be thinking about Janine a lot. That's what she wants. That's why she was flirting with you. Some women are like that." I was thinking that Janine's actions were some kind of flirting. At this point, Mrs. Wentworth, though, was calm and in control of the conversation. Now she leaned across the table and grabbed my hands in hers. "Sweetie, you know it's okay. Janine is a little lonely and sometimes she lashes out and says things. We don't mind though because she's our friend and we understand. Now, I'm sure you don't think I'm a prude do you?" Then she looked into my eyes until I shook my head. "Good. This conversation has taken a lot out of me so I think I'll get dressed unless you have something else you want to say? No? Good." She stood up and went upstairs and left me feeling like a jerk. I waited a couple minutes but I realized I needed to apologize. I just was acting crazy because I really didn't know exactly what was going on. I went up and knocked on her door. It was open because she had the policy about never closing doors. I looked in and said "Uh, Mrs. Wentworth?" I heard a voice from the closet say, "what is it, Stephen? Do you have more questions?" She came out with a hand on her hip and looked at me. She was getting dressed. She had a blouse on and was dressed on the top but hadn't put a skirt on yet. Her blouse was long but it was still really sexy. I tried not to stare. I said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wentworth. I feel like a jerk and want to say I'm sorry. I don't know what I was saying this morning and I feel bad about asking what I did and how I did. I'm really sorry." She immediately changed into a different person. She smiled as a big a smile as I've seen and came over and hugged me. She squeezed me incredibly tight and I could feel her soft breasts and cleavage pressing into me and her bare legs. I was hard but I didn't care because she felt better. "Oh, Stephen, you sweet little man. I'm not mad but it means so much to me to hear you say that. Now let's not even think about it anymore. You didn't mean anything and no one cares anymore. I'm not even thinking about it. We will just get on with things and have a very wonderful day together." She let go of me and turned around, picked up her jeans and slipped them on. It wasn't really that risqué. I got a quick glimpse of the black panties across her butt as she pulled the jeans up the last foot but only a glimpse. Then she turned around. It was actually kind of a casual sexy look. Over the jeans she had a long white shirt, almost like a men's dress shirt. It was a little thin. I know it was thin because underneath it she had a black bra and it almost showed through. It showed through enough I could tell it was there. I think I was staring because she was smiling. I think she secretly liked to draw my stare. "Come, now, Stevie. I need some help making he bed. I hope you'll be a good helper today." "Of course I will." I grabbed the one side of the bed and started to help. I wasn't much for chores but I liked making her bed. Plus she had cool slippery satin sheets I hadn't noticed before. I liked watching her bend over but the slight cleavage wasn't even as sexy as just seeing the black bra making itself known under the white shirt. It was a sexy look. She smiled at me and said, "do you like my sheets, Stevie, honey? I don't know if you like rubbing your hands up and down on satin like this but think how nice it feels to have your whole body in satin all over you and all around you. I'll have to let you try it out sometime." I rubbed my hand over it and said "I'd like that sometime." Maybe she meant the sheets but in my head I wasn't thinking about being in them alone. We finished making the bed which was good because too much more time with satin sheets and staring at Mrs. Wentworth wasn't good for the tightness of my pants. We went downstairs and I helped her with a few things but she reminded me that we had to get ready to go out before too long. Of course I had forgotten that we were going anywhere. But she also mentioned we really should call my mom. I don't know why but I kept forgetting my mom was out of town. It's not like I called every day and I guess part of me would have expected her to call me. She never remembered and we called her. Which was fine. I sat in a big chair in the living room and waited because Mrs. Wentworth always talked first. She whispered to me to be quiet as she dialed. Then she sat on the arm of my chair and turned the volume all the way up so I could hear almost everything. And she giggled while it rang like we were doing something secret instead of just calling my mom. But it went to voicemail. Mrs. Wentworth looked annoyed and dialed again right away. The third time she answered and Mrs. Wentworth said "Hi hun, it's me Doris. Remember me and your son back here while you're off in Vegas? Yes, yes I know it's business." She looked at me and rolled her eyes and stood up. Mrs. Wentworth walked in a circle while she talked. "I know. It can be hard to hear the phone sometimes. Are you OK? You just sounded funny that's all." The she came and sat on my lap. She held a finger up to be quiet but turned the phone so I could hear most of it. I was distracted by having Mrs. Wentworth on my lap. It doesn't sound like much and it wasn't sexy exactly but it was warm and close and it made me feel close to her. I also always liked being close to her and feeling her body touching mine. That doesn't make me a pervert. It just means I had strong feelings. But on the other end of the phone, mom did sound odd. She was distracted, not saying much, and breathing funny. I could hear mom talking about just killing time between work things as she called it. Mrs. Wentworth asked if she was alone and mom said of course she was. It was probably just the TV but I don't think she was alone. Mom didn't ask about me that I heard but Mrs. Wentworth said "Stephen is in the next room, let me go get him. She shushed for like ten seconds and then handed me the phone saying a little loudly (even though we were in the same chair) "Stephen, it's your Mommy. She was asking about you." While I was on the phone, Mrs. Wentworth didn't sit still. I guess she wasn't comfortable so she kept squirming to sit right. That can be very distracting and sexy which dangerous when a woman is sitting on top of the part of you that gets hard. Mom on the other hand didn't say much. I did most of the talking and she just breathed heavy. She might have just been tired but I actually think she really did have someone with her and they either were doing something or had just been doing something. She didn't moan but she sounded like she wanted to. That might have been my imagination. I'd have talked more to find out but Mrs. Wentworth reached down and squeezed my bulge in her hands which is also very distracting. She didn't say anything or make faces but she squeezed three times and I sort of ignored the phone call. Not completely, I mean I still sensed my mom's weird breathing. I didn't think a lot about it though. She said almost nothing. Which was fine. I had never really been on my mom's mind ever really. She said "Okay, be a good boy for Doris and I'll see you when I get back. I'm not sure when that will be yet. The situation keeps changing here." I said "Okay, see you when you're done. Bye." And that was it. Mrs. Wentworth took the phone and got up and put it back in its charging station. She was shaking her head and saying something under her breath. I asked her what she said but she just smiled. "Nothing. I'm talking to myself. Now I need to get ready. It will take me a while and then we have a very long drive. I made dinner reservations so we can eat first this time. I think that will help." Then she went upstairs and I realized I had forgotten we were going back to the opera and to dinner first. That would be good. The first time I was worried I'd hate it but I realized how much Mrs. Wentworth liked it and I didn't mind. The music was okay and the whole event was sort of fun and formal. Plus she was really great looking dressed up like that. It always took her a lot longer to get ready but eventually I went up to change my clothes. I looked in her room because the door was open but didn't see her. I went back to my room and was going to decide what to wear when I discovered it was all laid out already. I guess she got it ready which was cool. It saved me worrying what I should wear. It was what I thought of as typical for the opera now. It was a nice gray suit, one I'd worn already, and another new tie. Everything else you'd expect although I noticed she laid out boxer shorts for me. I usually wore briefs but these were silk so I guess they're considered more formal. Actually I liked them. I still got downstairs ahead of her even though I shaved first too. Eventually she made it. I'd seen the dress when she bought it the other day but it looked awesome. It wasn't real tight but it was nice and she looked awesome in it. When she got down, she smiled and said "Can you put the suitcase over there into the car? I packed a few things in case it got late and we decided we had better stay in the city instead of trying to drive all the way home. It's just in case." I put it in the car. Last time I didn't even know about it. I thought maybe we could drive home anyway but I had enjoyed staying over the last time so I hoped maybe we didn't. I came back in and she gave me her arm. "Good evening. Shall we go?" She got formal and I remembered it was a date and she was teaching me about dates. So I took her arm and moved her toward the car saying, "allow me to escort you miss." I know it sounds weird but she loved it. It was cool that I got to drive. Remember I love the car. I concentrated on the road but I also enjoyed how she sat with a lot of leg showing. She had nice legs and I like women's legs anyway. I think she knows that and was teasing me on purpose. It wasn't a bad kind of tease but a friendly one. Almost like a reward. On the way down, she turned and asked me real seriously "Stephen are you OK about your Mom?" I wasn't sure what she meant. I didn't really think about my mom. We had one boring conversation and mom doing who knows what on the other but not talking to me but that wasn't really new. So I just said, "yeah, I'm sure she's doing okay and I'm happier here than I would be there. So, no problems." She had this concerned look but seemed okay with my answer. "I'm sorry we called her now. I guess I didn't think that she would be like that. It doesn't matter. You did what you had to do and now we'll forget about her and whatever it is she's doing. I'm going to have a lovely time with my date tonight and not think about anything but having a nice night out with a charming, handsome man that will make all the other ladies jealous." By the time we got downtown, we were both in a great mood. She had a special way of making me feel great. She had me park at the parking garage that was attached to the hotel we stayed in last time and also to the opera theater. But we didn't go to either place. We walked outside on the city street around one block to a small restaurant. It was a small place, dark, fancy, and very quiet. The waiters and waitresses weren't friendly exactly but they were helpful like a servant in a movie. She helped order because I wasn't completely familiar with a lot of the food. But I had a beef dish. I'm not much of a wine drinker but she wanted a bottle so we had it. It was good that the drinking age had been lowered to 18 a few years before this. It was actually great. It was formal but very elegant and adult, of course. A nice formal dinner in a restaurant before the opera is the way it should be. She had more of the wine than I did but I had a couple glasses. The food was amazing. She was happy and I was happy and the night had just started. She kept reaching over and squeezing my hand when she would tell me something. I liked that. She told me two or three things about how to handle your date, what women liked to talk about, and all the little things you don't think about but make you nervous. Then she wanted to stop. She held up her hands and said "enough about that. I'm going to stop being a teacher. It's just you and me on a date having a nice time." Then she smiled, grabbed my hand again, and I also felt her foot which must have been out of her shoe, playfully tease my ankle. It might have been playful but I liked it a lot. She told the waiter we couldn't stay for dessert because we had tickets to the opera. He was impressed and said something about the show they were doing. I guess they got a lot of opera fans and one night the star had come by. I helped her walk. Not because she needed it but because it was the way things are done. A lot of men were walking their wives or dates on their arm. I think I was one of the younger men there though. In fact a lot of them were older, like grandfather aged. That was okay with me though. It made me feel better. I didn't feel young and out of place. I felt like this was truly a date and Mrs. Wentworth was treating me like an adult. That's how she thought of me. We walked up red carpeted steps to the foyer. Like before I occupied a spot and looked around at the arriving people while Mrs. Wentworth went to the bar. She came back with champagne for both of us. She told me before that champagne at the opera is a tradition. We drank champagne and watched everyone. I didn't see the people from before but I bet almost no one goes twice in a week. For five minutes we said hello to some couple passing by. The man looked like he was easily 80, very skinny and not very tall really. The lady was a little younger, maybe in her seventies, but very made up. She was four inches taller than him and a little bit heavy like he was skinny so opposites sort of. Her makeup was almost like a layer of paint but while she didn't carry herself like Mrs. Wentworth, she looked nice for her age. They were very nice to both of us too. Mrs. Wentworth Enjoys Act Three At one point the man, George took Mrs. Wentworth's hand in his and raised it up and then kissed it. At the same time, his wife Kitty held out her hand to me. I was glad George moved faster because I didn't know at first what to do but I followed his move and kissed Kitty's hand. They talked for a few minutes and then went to beat the crowd to their seats. Kitty kissed me on both cheeks which was old fashioned and formal. At the same moment, she reached behind and pinched my butt which wasn't old fashioned. Mrs. Wentworth teased me about it so she must have seen it. "I think she wants to take you home and keep pinching you Stevie, dear. I'm glad they left so I didn't have to slap her to keep her hands off you." And she laughed and I laughed too. At that point the lights flashed which is how they tell you to start so we went in to find our box and sit down. We had the same box as before. Mrs. Wentworth scooted right next to me and whispered "aren't you glad I got our usual box, sweetie?" Then she handed me the opera glasses and said "I know you need these to keep an eye on La Belle Sofia and her lung power". She was teasing me like last time that I was only using the small binoculars to stare at the lead singer and her impressive cleavage. I blushed and tried to protest. "No of course not. I'm not just staring at women." She squeezed me close to her, our chairs almost touching. "I'm just teasing my date tonight." The music was nice. I'm not a huge opera person but I actually enjoyed it with her. And she enjoyed being right against me. About halfway through the first act, she grabbed my arm and whispered "there are George and Kitty right below in about the tenth row." I looked down and alternated between having my opera glasses focused on the lead singer and on Kitty. I also looked around the audience. I enjoyed the music more than people might think but I would also got distracted and found looking around kept my interest more. Give me a set of small binoculars and a spot above the rest of the audience and it helped pass the time. I'm not a total pervert or anything but looking down from that angle and all the women had cleavage. Some of them were more interesting than others too. It was funny. Kitty's cleavage was more interesting because I had met her. I don't know why that helped but it did even though she was a lot older than me and a lot older than Mrs. Wentworth too. But I looked around a lot. Mrs. Wentworth was keeping very close to me too. If I looked over at her the right way I could see down her front when she leaned forward a little but not when she leaned back. Also her dress wasn't really short when she was standing but when she sat and then crossed her legs it came way over her knee. Her leg also kept bumping me because the wall at the edge of our box was right there and the chairs were set up closer to it. When the first intermission came, we went back to the lobby. Mrs. Wentworth was very happy. She put me by the post we always stood by and said "champagne time! You guard our spot while I get us drinks." It didn't take her long and she came back with glasses for each of us. "Tell me, my darling date, are you having a wonderful time? Isn't this opera delightful?" "Well, yeah. Actually it's pretty good. I like the music anyway and all the people. It's an event." She smiled. She was very happy. "I saw you spying on your new friend Kitty and the rest of the audience. I think it's cute but don't forget you're all mine." Then she laughed and I knew she was joking. Actually, George and Kitty came up soon later. They were very nice still. George didn't move very fast. We talked about seats and they were excited to hear we were in a box. Kitty said, "Oh we used to always have a box. I liked to stare down at the people from above and it can be a nice friendly place in the dark up there." She smiled at Mrs. Wentworth. "Now I guess we're the people you stare down at from up there." Then she looked at me with a wink and said "Row H, seat 14." And then she poked me. She was kidding around and fun. I think Mrs. Wentworth liked her too. It was a fun part of the opera for me that we got to know people who were so different. Mrs. Wentworth just said "I know the steps up can be difficult, but we do like the peaceful atmosphere up there." We talked some more and Kitty said, "Lana, are you and Stephen married by any chance?" I noticed that Mrs. Wentworth was going by Lana again tonight. I liked it when she did. But I almost laughed when Kitty asked if we were married. At first, I thought it was just silly but then I thought more and after all we were on a date. And it at the opera so you might think anything really. Mrs. Wentworth put her arm around my waist and said, "oh no, we're not married yet. Things aren't that formal between us right now. You know how it is." I wasn't sure what that meant or why Kitty was asking. Just conversation I guess. She was still teasing us a little bit I guess too. "Well you better keep a close eye on him if he's up for grabs." She laughed and reached over and pinched my butt. I was surprised with George right there and Mrs. Wentworth right there but I guess because she was older everyone thought it was just teasing and she got away with it. At that point they left to get back to the seats. George did look a little unsteady. But Mrs. Wentworth turned to me and laughed. "Isn't it funny that she thought we were married? I thought it was cute." Then she took my arm in hers and added, "I'm sure she would be jealous though if such a handsome man were my husband." And then we headed back to the box. Maybe it was weird but I liked it and I liked everything she said. "I know it was sort of funny. I guess if we were married, one of us would have a wedding ring. I noticed she had one." We were about to sit down but she stopped walking and teased me. "Stephen, were you checking out Kitty? I didn't realize she was your type. I don't want to stop you. And I'm sure Kitty isn't the sort of women who would let being married stop her if she had her eye on you. Maybe you think I am better suited for George." I knew she was teasing but I was a little upset I guess. "No, no of course not. Mrs. Wentworth, I didn't mean to imply anything. And I definitely wasn't checking Kitty out. I mean I'm here with you and I'm not like that at all. And George is definitely too old for you!" She grabbed me and held me tight as we sat down. "Don't forget you have to call your date Lana. And don't worry. I'm just teasing. Lana is very happy to be spending her evening with Stephen. As for George, I think age is just a number. I don't worry at all about the difference in two adults ages. Although the men I date tend to be younger than me not older." And as she said it, she kissed me on the cheek. I felt a little embarrassed and a little excited. But the music was about to start so I looked to the stage and got our opera glasses. Mrs. Wentworth was leaning forward watching but then sat back, crossed her legs and was much more relaxed, almost sleepy even. I stared at her legs as much as I could safely but also scanned the audience. I had five or six people I liked to stare at and even into some of the box sections on the other side. I liked looking at Kitty some because I knew her now. She was also sitting differently so I had a better look at her. She also knew where we were so sometimes she would look up at us. One time she put her hand right against her neck and wiggled her fingers toward me which was funny, a wave just for someone peeking through opera glasses. In the meantime, Mrs. Wentworth was very relaxed. She wasn't sleeping but her eyes were closed so I could look. There was no doubt she looked beautiful and that her legs were enough to make me forget almost everything else. She woke up or became more alert right before intermission. On the way down the stars she pinched my butt twice. She also very quickly got us champagne. Kitty made right for us and she and George got there as we had started our champagne. She sent George to get champagne while she went to the bathroom. Mrs. Wentworth handed me her glass and went with Kitty. When George got back eventually (he was a slow walker) we made small talk while we waited. He didn't say much and was hard of hearing but very nice. Kitty stood right next to me when they got back and drank her champagne pretty fast. "Lana, I have to say that you and your fiancé are the most fun people we've met here in months. I'm sorry there aren't any more intermissions to get to know you more before we head back to the hotel when things are done. We usually stay over. Have you two ever done that?" I wasn't sure what to say but Mrs. Wentworth quickly said, "we never have a firm plan and we often just head home but once in a while we stay over. I don't know what we'll do tonight. Stephen never lets me know until the last minute." And they both started laughing. Of course she was making it all up but I went along. The lights flashed and they had to hurry because George was a little slow walking. But Kitty smiled and said "I'll wave from down below." And we went ourselves. Mrs. Wentworth always finished her champagne even when I only had half. I think she was having a nice time. As we walked back, she pulled my arm around her. She said it was to help her up the steps. My arm was on her waist but she stopped and then whispered in my ear "a little lower this late in the evening. Your date won't mind." I wasn't sure if she was teaching or just talking about herself but I moved my hand until it was on her butt and sort of half-squeezed as we walked into our box. We sat and she asked me "Stephen, at the movies do you ever kiss your date if the movie's slow or it's nice and dark?" I was embarrassed to answer but she said "shhhhhh." and then put her lips on mine and kissed me softly, like at the end of the night on our first date. I opened my lips slightly and kissed back. we kissed like for a couple minutes and I felt her tongue teasing my lips too. She paused for just a few seconds to say, "this is the kind of kissing I was asking about. I wanted to know if you did this." But she wasn't interested in an answer. She kept kissing and I tried to keep up, doing what she did. Soon our tongues were twisted together exploring each other. My hands were on her back holding her. Her hands were rubbing my body so mine followed. I could feel every seam of every piece of clothing she had on under her dress. That's a very erotic feeling. And when I felt her hand in my lap caressing my throbbing bulge, I pretended it was natural and exactly what I was expecting. I waited a few minutes and found her breasts. I caressed them but softly. I found that her nipples were very hard and obvious even though her layers of clothes. When I touched and pulled on them, pinching them through the layers, she let go of my lips and made a very erotic sounding groan. She pulled on me and pushed me out of my seat so I would go on the floor. The opera was going but it was just background music for her right now. I knew what she wanted and it was exciting. As she opened her legs, I positioned between them and she pulled her skirt higher. I felt her hands on my head pulling me and I started to lick her through her very wet panties. Her hands were on my hair but not directing me, just holding and gripping. My tongue raced up and down her front, finding the sensitive places, paying special attention to her clit like she had taught me. She would squeeze me every few minutes, clamping her thighs on my head and squeezing me between them. I was part worried that she would scream out loud but I also didn't care about people hearing. She didn't scream but one hand pulled aside her panties to give me better access. After that it was only a few minutes before she started shaking and I knew she as having an orgasm. In the middle of her convulsions, she bent forward and kissed the top of my head but pulled my head away so I'd stop licking. We stayed like that for a few minutes before she sat up straight and fixed herself. I got back up into my chair and it was only a few minutes before the opera was over. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips and all over my face. We took two steps toward the hallway behind the boxes and she whispered, "I love the opera."