Passion at the Opera

by Diane Thorne

  Yes. Yes. Yes!

  She nodded energetically. “May I?”

  He brought his hand up to her cheek. “He won’t stop you.”

  He kissed her as new lover would, tenderly and slowly. She met his lips with hers and ignored the soft tickling sensation as his facial hair brushed against her. Longing stirred within Gwen and she held her knees close together. She wanted more from him, but she didn’t want to appear desperate. She placed her palm on the inside of his leg and inched it towards his groin. He responded promptly and slid his tongue into her mouth. When he started his exploration, she gave up her control. She rubbed his length and had the sudden urge to climb on top of it.

  “You’re so big,” she said, enjoying the feel of his rigid shaft.

  “God blessed me.” He moved his fingers down her neck and to the centre of her chest. “Let me suck on these.”

  “By all means, do.”

  Wasting no time, he plunged his hand inside her bra and lifted her tit. He latched onto her bud and suckled on it. White hot zings snaked through her and added fuel to her burning desire. Her panties became wet and she craved for him to touch her there, between her legs. No, she wanted more. She hankered for his cock to slide inside and fill her. Eager to take hold of his member, she unzipped his pants then claimed her prize.

  Nikolaus released her aching nipple and bit her breast. She gasped quietly from the slight sting.

  “Careful, dear. My girls are delicate,” she said.

  He slipped his hand under her other tit and brought the hard centre to his lips. He circled it with his tongue before enclosing it with his mouth.

  More slivers of longing raced to her sex. She gripped his hard dick and stroked it. The girth of him impressed her and made her pussy wetter. She yearned to take him inside her.

  The music died and the crowd applauded. Gwen halted her fist pumps as Nikolaus released her tit.

  “I hope you’re not done,” he said.

  She faced him and kissed his lips. “Not nearly.”

  He reached for her leg and lifted it onto his. “Tell me, are you wet my sweet one?”

  The clapping dwindled. Gwen glanced over the balcony. One of the male singers strode onto the stage.

  She returned her attention to blue-eyed hunk within her grasp. “Why don’t you find out?”

  “I think I will,” he said as he jerked her gown up.

  Gwen bit her lip and resumed caressing his cock. In little time, she felt his hand on her thigh and he moved towards her apex. Tingles raced and beat him to his destination.

  He wedged his hand inside her damp panties. “You are perfect.”

  The male performer’s voice rose with the music as Gwen brought her mouth to Nikolaus’. She started a new round of kissing and teased him with her tongue. He supplied his own means of torment by rubbing her clit. Lust consumed her and she tightened her hold on his shaft. He moved his digit lower and pushed it inside her. His small finger didn’t compare to the giant erection in her hand. God, she yearned to feel his thick cock deep within her walls.

  She pried her mouth away. “Maybe we should go somewhere private.”

  He toyed with the sensitive nub between her legs. “We’re safe here. I have a guard by the exit. We won’t be interrupted. And nobody can see us up here.”

  Gwen glanced over the balcony as she quickly decided what to do. Although she itched to fuck him now, she feared the public eye. They were high enough up and the lights were dark. Given he’d posted a watchman outside, she doubted someone would find them having sex. So why not jump onto the man while she had the chance?

  He tweaked her clitoris before he thrust several fingers into her slick pussy. She made her decision.

  “This naughty girl wants to ride the naughty man,” she said as she ran her thumb over the head of his dick.

  He withdrew his hand. “By all means…” He lifted his body as he pushed his trousers lower. “Enjoy your ride.”

  His shaft sprang free and Gwen’s eyes widened. “Do you have any condoms?” she asked. She hoped he had one because she doubted the rubbers she had would fit him.

  Nikolaus dug into his pocket and removed a packet. “Here. Put it on me.”

  Gwen tore the foil and removed the latex barrier. She hurried to roll it over his length, but did so carefully. At the same time, she heard a female singing. She glanced at the stage and saw the woman with the red dress.

  “The show only has another twenty to thirty minutes. If you want to wait—”

  “No, this is fine,” she said, grinning.

  He kissed her nose. “I plan on taking you later.”

  “Good. I need to be taken.”

  She hiked her dress up then removed her panties. “I don’t need these.” She set them on her purse in the empty seat next to her.

  A rush of exhilaration coursed through her and fuelled her fast beating heart. She was actually going to have sex during a performance in the Opera House. The affair ranked as high as doing the dirty deed in the Louvre.

  Holding her gown, she rose and faced Nikolaus.

  “Woman, you are divine,” he said, gazing at the area below her navel.

  Slowly, she climbed onto his lap. He held his cock and brushed the head over her slit.

  “Good and wet,” he said as he positioned himself at her entrance.

  Gwen lowered and felt him slid in. The fit was tight.

  “Easy, sweet one. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

  Heat poured from her as she took him deeper inside her. She bit her lip from the slight discomfort while her walls stretched to accommodate him. The man had one of the largest penises she’d seen, but she knew she could handle it. She let go of her dress and let it fall around her.

  “Hot and slick. I’m in heaven,” he said.

  Gwen raked her fingers through his hair and gripped his locks. She rocked her hips, letting him slide within her canal. The unhurried friction tortured her, but God, did he feel good moving inside her.

  He held onto her hips and moulded his mouth over hers. Pure desire burned within her body. She ground faster against him and took him farther each time. Her insides adjusted quickly to allow his size, exactly as she’d thought. He fit wholly and right, completing her in the way she needed. She increased her movements, taking him in and out with ease. She was on fire and drawing closer to the release. He pressed his digits into her flesh while he sucked hungrily on her tongue. She lowered her body and he bucked. Fuck, she nearly came.

  The female’s voice rose and Gwen broke free from Nikolaus’ lips. Gwen held onto her lover’s neck while she rode him hard. The music climbed along with Gwen’s need for an orgasm. It was as if she were in sync with the tune. The woman sang louder. Gwen swallowed his erection between her legs, taking him as far as he could go. He thrust, meeting her movements. She was so close. So close. And nothing would stop her.

  The moment the music and the singer reached the highest part of the song, Gwen’s release came with gripping strength. Her insides tightened and contracted. Mouth open wide, she sucked in air. Nikolaus held her firmly as he pounded into her.

  “Don’t stop, sweet one. I’m almost home,” he said.

  She rocked her hips while her vaginal muscles spasmed and bliss swam through her. It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax. The violent throb of his shaft added life to Gwen’s. As the tension left him, she slowly relaxed against his body with her head on his shoulder. The pulses of their releases lingered with the applause from the audience.

  She lifted her head when the next tune started. “That was…”

  “Only the beginning,” he finished for her.

  She cocked a brow. “There’s more?”

  “Of course. I can’t let such a sweet woman out of my town without feasting upon her gorgeous body a few times. I may be old, but I’m as ravenous as any young man.”

  Desire came alive within Gwen upon hearing the word ravenous. She liked it. Moreover, she entertained the idea of him
providing her with a few more orgasms before she had to leave Vienna.

  She pressed her lips to his. “Take me home, and I’ll spread my body out for you to enjoy.”

  He kissed her back. “With pleasure.”

  Gwen lifted slowly from his lap. She stood and her gown fell to her feet. Her knees shook slightly, so she held onto the back of Nikolaus’ seat to help her stay balanced.

  Nikolaus removed a small white hankie from his pocket. He removed the condom, wrapped it in the cloth, then returned the linen where he’d taken it from. He rose, tucked his dick into his pants, then slid the zipper up. “Ready?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Smiling, he took her hand and escorted her from the box. Gwen couldn’t stop smiling as he led the way to the nearest exit. She’d had an incredible orgasm with him during a performance in the Opera House. It seemed crazy, but she felt so good. And yes, she had enjoyed the orchestra and the singers. But now it was time to spend her remaining hours with Nikolaus.

  They left the famous building and rode to her hotel in an expensive black vehicle. Nikolaus held her hand and gazed at her the entire length of the drive. He lightly grazed the tips of fingers along one of her arms. The soft touch kept her nipples hard. She barely noticed when the car came to a halt in front of her hotel.

  The lobby was quiet as Gwen and Nikolaus walked quickly through it. Gwen dug inside her purse as they headed for the elevator area. Nikolaus was a step ahead of her and hit the call button first. After a set of doors opened, they both stepped into the elevator.

  “I’m hard thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”

  Gwen pushed the dial for her floor, then looked at him. “And tell me, what do you plan to do to me?”

  He stepped towards her and backed her against the wall. “I’m going to lick every inch of you while you spread yourself open for me.” He kissed her.

  “I like the sound of that.” She pressed her lips to his.

  Before they could deepen the kiss, the elevator dinged. As the doors opened, Nikolaus stepped to the side.

  “Follow me,” Gwen said.

  Lifting her dress, she strode down the hall. The carpet hushed her heels and Nikolaus’ shoes. Her heart thudded and excitement coursed through her. She reached her room and quickly inserted her card. Once she made it inside, she tossed her purse on the dresser and stopped in front of the large bed.

  Nikolaus slid his jacket off as she kicked off her shoes. “I want to remove your dress.” He threw his jacket on the corner of the bed.

  “If you insist.” She unfastened his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt. “Do you have another condom? If not, I have some.”

  “Try my pocket.” He thrust his button-down off his shoulders.

  Gwen found a foil packet in his pants before they fell to the floor. A T-shirt, boxers, and socks remained on his body. He stepped out of his shoes as he lifted the top over his head. Sparse salt and pepper hairs covered his torso. Although he was an older man, he had rows of muscles indicating he worked out regularly.

  She held the package between her fingers. “Shall I put it on you?”

  “By all means.”

  Gwen ripped the foil with her teeth. While she removed the rubber, Nikolaus pushed his boxers down. His shaft jutted towards her.

  She stroked his length with her hand. “This is a fine cock.”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  She massaged his erection again, then rubbed her thumb over the head. “So hard.” She rolled the condom over his member.

  “Now, it’s my turn.”

  He bent and grasped the sides of her dress. As he slowly lifted it, Gwen raised her arms. He removed the gown and dropped it on the floor.

  “Almost done.” He grinned as he hooked a finger on her underwear. He tugged them until they fell on their own. “Much better.”

  Gwen reached around her back to unclasp her brazier. While she unhooked it, he slipped his hand between her legs.

  “This is mine tonight.” He pushed a finger into her slit.

  “If you insist.” She discarded her bra.

  He stepped towards her, forcing her back. He withdrew his hand as she fell onto the bed. “I insist. Now spread yourself for me.”

  Her heart thudded faster as she crawled backwards. He gazed at her with hungry eyes. When she reached the pillows, she bent her legs and widened them.

  “How’s this?”

  He knelt on the bed and moved towards her. “Perfect.”

  Heat coursed through her body as he drew near. So far, her stay in Vienna had been incredible, thanks to Nikolaus. Once again, she found herself lucky to meet such a kind man with a hearty appetite for sex. He placed his hands near her pussy and lowered onto the bed. His warm touch fuelled the desire stirring within her. She wanted him to please her, make her come again. When he dragged his tongue up her slit, she nearly got her wish.

  “Fuck me.” She grasped the cover underneath her.

  He took time torturing her. Each brush sent hot zings racing through her. She breathed heavily as the tension in her body increased. His wicked caress made her want more. She curled her toes and kept her legs spread wide. He sucked on her clit and pumped several digits inside her. She was in agony, wanting the mounting pressure in her body to be set free. He flicked her nub with his tongue and more hot currents of pleasure consumed her. The need for release became too great. Her orgasm came hard and fast. Tranquil relief spread and the tension in her body faded as her inner walls contracted.

  She let go of her strong hold of the cover. “That felt fucking good.”

  Nikolaus lifted his head. He kissed her navel, then rolled his tongue up her torso. Pausing, he met her gaze. “That was just a start.”

  A grin spread across her face. The night was young and she had plenty of energy to handle hours of playful sex. “I’m ready for more.”

  Chapter Six

  Gwen sat at the small table in her hotel room with a pen in hand, a robe covering her body and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She detailed her travels in Vienna in her journal including the wonderful time she had at the Opera House. Smiling, she noted how charitable and delightful Nikolaus had been. The performance had been wonderful. The hours of hot passion at her hotel had been spectacular. He’d also spent the following afternoon and evening with her. He’d met her for breakfast that morning and he’d shown her around his office and the Austrian Parliament Building. She couldn’t resist a quickie on his desk. Without question, for an older man he was a fine lover with a healthy sexual appetite.

  The hour was growing late and in the morning she would be on a plane to Amsterdam. Although she was excited to visit her next destination, she wished she could stay a few more days in Vienna. Moreover, she wanted to spend more time with Nikolaus. He knew a great deal about art, history and cultures. He’d impressed her with his knowledge and had made a great tour host. Of course, his handsome smile, gentle kisses and teasing touches were additional perks. Sadly, his busy schedule didn’t allow them to enjoy each other’s company for long.

  A knock stole her attention. She stopped writing and stared at the door. “Yes?”

  “I came to say goodbye,” Nikolaus said.

  Excitement rushed through her and accelerated her heart. She dropped her pen, closed her journal and rose promptly. “Just a moment.”

  She strode to the door and realised she looked a mess in a robe and with a towel around her head. Pausing, she removed the cloth. She tossed it inside the nearby bathroom, then raked her fingers through her damp locks. She decided not to dress since the man had already seen her naked.

  “I’m coming,” she said as she moved forward.

  She unlocked the door and opened it. Nikolaus smiled as he held up a bottle in one hand and a plastic container in another. He was still dressed in his business suit—the same one she’d seen him wearing at his office.

  “I thought I’d give you a proper goodbye with wine and food.” He moved his gaze down her body
. “I see you’re already prepared. I don’t have to work too hard to remove your clothes.”

  Gwen curled her bottom lip and bit it. His playful words sent a wave of heat south of her navel. If she had been wearing panties, they would’ve been wet.

  “Come in.” She stepped back and gestured for him to enter.

  “An invitation I won’t pass on,” he said as he walked past her.

  She closed the door and secured the locks.

  “I know how women are sensitive to eating late, so I only brought fruit.” He set the items on the table near her journal. “Do you have glasses?”

  “Sure.”

  She headed to the dresser where the television sat. A container for ice and two small, upside down glasses lay in wait not far from the rectangular flat screen. Gwen grabbed the glasses.

  “What kind of fruit did you bring?” she asked.

  “A mixture of berries, grapes, and chocolate covered strawberries.” He twisted the cap from the wine bottle.

  She set the cups on the table. “Chocolate strawberries? You are a wicked man.”

  His lips curled. “A wicked man who wants to ravage you one last time.” He poured the red liquor into the glasses.

  Gwen brought her legs together. His words made her pussy wet for him.

  He handed her one of the drinks while he took the other and lifted it. “To our last night together.”

  “May it be one filled with many orgasms.”

  He quirked an eyebrow, then clanked his glass next to hers. They stared at each other as they sipped the liquor. The tart taste was one she didn’t care for. She winced slightly as she swallowed.

  “Too strong?” he asked.

  “No. It’s fine. I just prefer sweeter drinks.”

  “I’m rather fond of sweet juices, too.” He took her glass out of her hand and placed it on the table. “Sit down. On the bed.”

  Her arousal continued to increase. The robe suddenly constricted her breasts and she felt as if she needed a fan to cool her temperature. She sat on the mattress and faced him.

  Nikolaus tugged on his tie, then unknotted it. “Since this is your last night, you should relax. I’m going to feed you.” He slipped the tie off and stuffed it into one of the pockets on his suit jacket.