The Mysterious Affair of the Girl in the Theatre

I was on my own for a visit to watch a ballet, Swan Lake in fact. I'd arrived at the opera house some time before the performance, had time for a gin and tonic before entering the auditorium.

I suppose I was feeling a bit mischievous in a way even before leaving my apartment. Being a warm summer's evening I was dressed in a fairly low cut blouse, short skirt, no pantyhose but pretty coloured panties and low heeled shoes, carrying a pashmina draped across my shoulders.

Just after taking my seat high up “in the gods” a young man sat down next to me. As he was sitting down I realised that he must have followed me up the steep stairs to our seats – meaning he almost certainly would have been able to upskirt me. I didn't mind: he was quite handsome! And anyway, nothing to be done - or wear a longer skirt / long pants.

 
With time to spare before the start we chatted and before long he's invited me to eat with him after the performance. Feeling the effect of the gin I said yes. Why not? I'm feeling a bit mischievous.

The ballet is well underway and I'm enjoying it. A naughty thought creeps into my mind just as my neighbour is using the opera glasses to study the swans in their tutus on stage.

I lean over and whisper, “Do you masturbate?” lean back, smile at him as he gives me a bemused look.

In a short while the curtian comes down and it's time for the interval. My neighbour invites me for a drink: more G & T! But before this he asks, “I did hear right: you said do I masturbate? Correct?”

“Yes you did! I saw you looking at the dancers so I suddenly thought, let me ask him. And do you?”

“Yeah, well, all men do if there isn't a nice girl around like you!” He's quite the charmer.

“I guess I too must pose the question,” he says.

“I'll admit to it, sometimes quite a lot! Anyway I must visit the rest room. Be back in a minute.”

While away from Jimmy (he gave me his name before the performance started) I decided I would be really naughty. Off came the panties and when I reached him in the bar I slipped them into his hand saying that I was now commando and that he should make sure he had them to hand when we returned to our seats. You see, I intended to wank him off in the darkness while the girls
in their tutus danced.

Just as the lights were dimming I leaned over and told him to get his cock out! I threw my pashmina over our laps.

I could sense a difficulty Jimmy was having but when he was still I eased my hand under the pashmina, ferreted around a bit and found a nearly erect cock. Hence his problem getting it out!

I took him in hand. Some gentle oscillations; his cock grew to become fully rigid. I massaged it quietly, felt its tip to see if there was any lubrication - no – and resumed my movement. He reached across, slid his hand up my inner thigh and after bit I parted my legs just enough to allow him to feel my cunt which I knew was quite wet.

Quite soon he had to remove his hand: he had a more pressing matter! I wanked on gently (I didn't want to attract too much attention from others!) and then I could feel quite violent pulsings from his cock as he spilled his juice – into my panties if he was still holding them. Some ran onto my hand which when I withdrew it I was able to lick off.

Later we had dinner together, visited my apartment together and I was able to become better acqainted with his splendid organ which gave me much pleasure!