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O! Opera

?Are you almost ready?? I checked my watch and sighed. It was bad enough that Renee was dragging me to some boring opera. Did she need to make me walk in late, too?

?Sweetheart, almost!? her clear, sweet voice rang out from the bedroom. ?Would you just help me with my zipper, please?? That got my interest. Zipping her into clothes was almost (but not quite) as unzipping her out of them. I walked into the bedroom, and my jaw dropped.

The room was lit by only a few candles. Renee was standing in the middle of the room, with her back to me and her torso twisted towards the mirror beside her. She was wearing a gorgeous black dress and killer stiletto heels. The back of the dress was open, revealing the top of a black g-string and a lacy black bra. I ran my eyes up over her soft curves and smooth bare skin. Our eyes locked in the mirror. She smiled slowly with her lush red lips and winked one mascara-coated eye. Her trap was set and I was caught.

She didn?t move as I approached her. I let my hand graze her back softly as I pulled up the zipper, enjoying the contrast between the cold harm metal and her warm soft skin. I blew gently on the back of her neck and watched her shiver. I ran my hand down her bare arm and she leaned back into me, turning her head as if to ask for a kiss. I paused for one moment to enjoy her sweet sensual perfume. ?It?s time to go,? I said, abruptly walking away. I like to tease her as much as she likes to tease me.

Five minutes later, I was opening the car door for Renee. She had a naughty glint in her eye that I hoped meant trouble. Sure enough, as I helped her into the passenger seat, her skirt slid open to reveal the high slit on one side. As Renee slid into the car, one long, smooth leg was bared from the ankle strap on her shoe to the middle of her firm thigh. She wasn?t wearing stockings. I forgot to breathe for one long moment.

All the way to the opera house, Renee kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. I couldn?t keep my eyes off of that flash of female flesh. And as soon as I turned to look, she would cover up again by uncrossing her legs. Suffice it to say, by the time we arrived at our destination, I was quite distracted.

Our seats were mediocre. The one saving grace was that there was no one sitting directly behind us, so we could lean back without fear. I purposefully sat Renee on my left, so that I could enjoy a better view of that slit in her skirt. To my chagrin, she dr*ped her coat over her lap almost as soon as she sat down. I sighed and resigned myself to a boring night of fancy singing in a different language.

Imagine my surprise when, halfway through the first act, Renee grabbed my hand and slid it under her coat. She pulled my hand up, over her bare skin, and between her thighs. I glanced at her. She was still looking straight ahead, as if transfixed by the opera before her. I gently slid my hand deeper between her thighs. Still no visible response. So there, in the middle of a crowded opera hall, I slid my hand all the way up between her legs and under her g-string.

Renee felt amazing. Her pussy was completely shaved and smooth. Better yet, she was already a little wet. I felt myself start to harden. I slid my fingers along her labia while Renee continued to stare forward as if nothing was happening. But I knew Renee was excited because I heard her take a sharp intake of breath. Ah-ha. So my fingers slid and searched until they found her hard little clit. As soon as my thumb grazed her clit, Renee jumped a little and flushed. She was obviously trying very hard not to give away the game, though, and she never looked at me. I continued to play with her clit, enjoying how hard it was for Renee to keep herself under control. She opened her legs as wide as she could, and I traced circles around her clit. I could see her nipples hardening through the light material of her dress. She was already getting wetter. I slid one finger into her, and Renee?s eyes closed for a few long seconds. She glanced at me, wild-eyed, before turning back to the stage. And so I continued to play with her, enjoying the sight of her so turned on in a public place. Her face flushed. She bit her lip. I slipped a second finger inside of her and she gasped softly. She was rocking slightly against my hand and very wet now. I was turned on, too, and had the hard-on to prove it.

Suddenly, Renee reached under her coat and grabbed my hand. She pulled it away from herself and shut her legs. I was a little confused, until she turned to me and mouthed, ?men ?s room.? She stood up and exited the aisle. A few minutes later, I followed, ignored the angry stares of other patrons.

The bathroom seemed empty when I first walked in. It was actually amazingly clean, with bright lighting. It was easy to tell where Renee was, because only the last door was closed. I slipped in and locked it behind me.

Renee was ready for me. She had slipped her dress off her shoulders, exposing her lacy bra and creamy cleavage. Her skirt was pulled up and she had removed her g-string. She kissed me fiercely, roaming her hands all over me. I returned the favor and slipped her breasts out of her bra. As I licked and sucked her nipples, Renee moaned. She was trying to be quiet, but she couldn?t. She started to stroke her own clit as I played with her nipples and kissed her neck. I could feel how wet and ready she was. I unzipped my pants and dropped them to the ground. Renee reached for my penis and began stroking it. As I pulled down my briefs, Renee dropped to her knees in that gorgeous dress and started licking my erect penis. She slipped her wet red lips down my cock and back up again, all the while stroking it with her eager tongue and moaning. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my penis in deeper. She moaned again. I could see that her nipples were rock hard and knew that she wanted me.

I pulled Renee up and spun her around. She braced her hands against the wall and spread her legs. I surprised her by dropping down to lick her pussy from behind. Gasping, she opened her legs further and arched herself into me. I lapped at her, feeling how wet and hot and turned on she was. Her heavy breathing and moaning was no longer discrete. I felt my cock throb with lust.

I stood up and pressed my body against Renee?s. She turned her head to kiss me deeply as I plunged my hard cock deep into her. Gasping, Renee squirmed against me. Over and over, I pumped into Renee?s tight wet hot pussy. Her hands were clenched into fists and she was moaning openly now. I slapped her ass and fucked her harder. Renee bit her lip and moaned as she moved her body against me, urging me to go faster.

I lost control. I started pumping into her, faster and faster, not caring who heard. It felt so good. Renee was getting close, I could tell. She scrunched her face and started furiously rubbing her clit. I felt her begin to tighten and contract against my penis, and lost control a moment after she did.

Wet and satiated, we stayed perfectly still for a few seconds. Then we heard someone come into the bathroom. Renee stifled a giggle. I kissed the back of her neck once before stepping back. As quietly as we could, we pulled our clothes back on. When the coast was clear, we snuck out of the bathroom. I got a few funny looks on the way back to my seat, but just shrugged them off. It wasn?t until I got home that I realized that I had red lipstick all over my face and neck and that my fly was open.

I love the opera.