We bought tickets to the ballet. Romeo and Juliet. How romantic! A nice dinner, a show of two lovers that…well, you know the story. I won’t rehash Shakespeare’s work here. The night of the performance I dolled myself up quite nice. My makeup was working better than usual, my eyes popped, and my hair was perfect (that’s a first!). I had the sexiest dress for the occasion, complete with stockings and heels. Stockings drive my husband nuts. I didn’t want Juliet being the star of the entire evening. I walked into the waft of his favorite perfume, and of course my nether regions were fresh, trim, and ready for sex! Silk pink panties were hidden by my sexy black dress. After all, a little color never hurts.
I walked out the bedroom, ready for our date. Dinner, ballet, and dessert–and I wasn’t thinking crème brulee. We approached the door, he turned around and pushed me onto the couch. I gasped. He reached under my dress and jerking my panties down, nearly ripping them in half. He pushed my dress up and buried his face between my legs. God, it felt so good. My legs were spread and his tongue was doing wonders. He is sooo good with his tongue, the best I’ve ever had. My legs went higher, partly me, and partly him pushing them up. My heels were still on, my dress was still on, my panties were definitely not. He made out with my clit and then went lower. Teasing my little ass with his tongue, and then my lips. I was dripping wet. And moaning. Loud. I bet the neighbors could hear. I hoped they could. His tongue made tiny circles around my ass, driving me absolutely wild. Then, back up, across my lips to my clit. He focused his attention there. Kissing it, making out with it, caressing it. My hands were on his head, pushing him down, harder, trying to actually push his face IN me. I began to shake and let out a scream. He didn’t stop. My body began to violently shake, and I came. Damn it felt so fucking good.
I got on my knees, and unzipped his pants, eager to return the favor. I pulled them down along with his boxers. I got one lick up his hard, throbbing shaft, and he stopped me. He said he didn’t want to ruin my makeup, that he wanted his girl to be the most beautiful at the ballet. Aww, how sweet. It melted my heart, looking back, but at the time, I just wanted his cum. He got on his back and I climbed on top. My dress still on, my heels, still on, my panties were definitely not. I slid his cock inside me and began to ride. Faster and faster, up and down. Despite my dress not showing much cleaveage, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He grabbed my tits and thrusted farther inside me. Fuck, was I going to cum again?! I rode him faster and moaned even louder than before. Now I was sure the neighbors could heard us. Good! I hope they are watching! I didn’t cum again, but it felt so good when his cock began to pulsate. I felt his hot cum fill me up, deep inside me, deeper than usual. Fuck that was hot! Exactly what I wanted. I got off him. He put his pants back on, I, my panties, and we walked out the door. Dessert is best before dinner.
Oh, and there was more dessert later, hehe. The steamy details are here!