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The Ballet

She took her seat next to him in the auditorium, her head tilting toward his shoulder as her long brown curls fell onto his chest. He grabbed her hand tightly in his own and she felt a tingle run through them.

She lifted her head and stared at his profile, a soft sigh escaping from her lips. Her heart always beat a little faster whenever she thought of him. The strong curve of his jaw line, his cheeks covered in light stubble that would tickle her face when they kissed. His lips, full and soft, able to bring her to her knees with a single touch.

The lights began to dim and she turned her attention towards the stage. The ballet was about to start. A spotlight came on in the center as the curtains were slowly pulled back, and a beautiful ballerina resplendent in a white costume glittering with sequin seemed to float on the air as she turned and leaped across the floor. Her attention was riveted on the display before her. The music turning into a crescendo of delight.

So engrossed was she in the beauty her eyes were feasting on, it took her a moment to realize that his hand was no longer in hers. He had slipped it onto her thigh beneath her winter coat that sat on her lap and was gently stroking her skin. Goosebumps erupted onto her flesh and she found it difficult to concentrate on what had once soaked up all of her attention.

She leaned back in her chair, and slid her hand underneath her coat, hiking her skirt higher on her legs, allowing his hand freer access. She had to catch her breath and stifle a moan when his fingers slipped inside her panties and began to gently explore her in the dark.

Surrounded by people on all sides, she worked hard to calm her breathing and act nonchalant while waves of pleasure coursed through her. His fingers found her clit and rubbed in small circular motions, as his thumb entered her over and again. She bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes and giving in to what he was doing. Her toes began to curl in her heels and it was all she could do not to cry out and give into the moans that desperately wanted to escape her lips.

Her hands dug into the armrest as he brought her to orgasm, her thighs squeezing his arm tight so he could feel the spasms he had wrought. He removed his hand from her skirt, his fingers slick with her and gave her a wink as he settled into his chair and resumed watching the show.

A moment later the lights came on, the first half of the ballet was done. She discreetly rearranged her skirt under her coat and stood on shaky legs to head into the hall.

She kissed him on his cheek and with a sly smile and twinkle in her green eyes, whispered “You’re next” as she walked passed him to get a drink of water and collect her thoughts.

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