Theatre

“Do you masturbate?” she enquired.

I was sitting up in the gods in an operahouse where I was going to watch Swan Lake. When I arrived inside the operahouse the attendant told me to go to my seat which was in the back row right up at the top of the auditorium, reached by walking up a steep staircase.

By chance I could see going up in front of me a fine pair of legs! As I raised my eyes – in a split second, you understand – I could see right up the legs, under her short skirt, to her panties. Wow! It was just about light enough to see they were patterned and not very big!

I continued, taking care not to trip on the stairs, till I reached my seat which, as it happened was right next to the owner of the nice legs – no stockings – and short skirt. In her 20s, brunette, blue eyes, wearing a shawl which, when removed on this warm summer evening, revealed a loose blouse buttoned down the front and a slight decollete. An attractive woman, in short.

“Hello,” she said.

We were seated some 20 minutes before the performance was due to start so with such a friendly opening we chatted until the curtain went up. Her name was Mimosa and she was there on her own, like me.

Having established we were both single - at least for the evening – not long before the lights went down I suggested dinner together afterwards. 

“Oh yes,” she replied.

I was watching the ballerinas in their tutus performing and thinking that she was a bit of all right and so were some of them, and looking at her knees in the gloom, when Mimosa leaned towards me, her long hair just grazing my face, and posed the question: “Do you masturbate?”

She backed away, smiling.

I couldn't reply at that moment! What a question! What man doesn't? But not in the middle of a show!

Several minutes later it was the interval.

“Did I hear you right?”

“Let's go for a drink,” she suggested. “I like to be a bit shocking, even daring.”

Gins and tonic were our stimulants while I clarified my habits.

“Thought so,” she said. “Must away to powder my nose before it starts.”

As we were taking our seats she slipped something into my hand. “Keep these to hand because you'll need them in a few minutes. I've just gone commando. I feel a bit daring.”

“Yeah, OK.” I put her panties in my pocket but she told me to keep them in my hand. “When the lights go out I'm going to handle you.”

“Sure! What do you want me to do?” thinking there's not a lot I can do seated in a theatre, but it was the back row and I had an aisle seat so nobody was right next to me. I'm somewhat at a loss for words through all this.

“Just get it out,” she said while slipping her shawl across our laps.

I did – not without a little difficulty! In the gloom her hand slipped under the shawl, found my cock and began to play with it. Inno time it was at full rigidity. She stroked it, worked the head a bit as she leaned towards me but watching the spectacle on stage.The hand began a regular beat up and down. I'm thinking that this won't take long.

I've abandoned the spectacle – for which I've paid good money – to look down at her legs, now slightly parted. As my pleasure and desire grows I venture a hand across her leg, feel the smooth flesh, slide it up her inner thigh, meets resistance but I persist, and I am rewarded with a parting of the legs. She is indeed commando! My hand arrives at her cunt: damp, hairy.....but I have no time to enjoy it. I must withdraw my hand: I realise my imminent problem. Her steady beating of my throbbing cock is bringing me close to cumming. I don't want my juice all over her shawl so the panties she urged me to hold I slip over the end of my tool. My breathing is quicker; my cock feels ready to explode with a few more strokes; I feel the point of no return as my cum wells up and spurts into the fine panties Mimosa has given me to catch my juice. Her hand works on as my cock spasms again and again. I can feel the cum spewing into the panties, spilling down my cock, gradually easing as Mimosa's hand slows its beating.

Finally, a last upward squeeze, she stops, withdraws her hand, lifts it to her mouth and sucks her fingers for a moment.

I am left to sort myself out! But what a wonderful few minutes...........

Eventually, I'm back to normal – but with her wet panties in my pocket.

I did get my hand up her skirt during the performance – and she was very wet, but impossible to do anything other than enjoy the feeling of stroking her wet pussy.

Dinner later? Yes.

Back to her apartment later still? Yes.

Does she masturbate? Yes – and I did it for her more than once in the night.

Any encores? Yes!