So Sexy Lady: If I remember this correctly, during the drive to the Kennedy Center that devilish grin returns to those lips, your hands begin to gently rub your thighs, I tell you that you shouldnt tease me like thisyou protest explaining that is exactly what I need.you begin to ease your dress up exposing the tops of your creamy white thighs your fingers begin to slowly slide your panties down you stocking clad legsyou explain that you wont be needing these tonightyou place them in the glove box explaining that they are to be a reminder of this evening for weeks to come. Your fingers begin to gently rub the peddles the your sweetnessI can barely contain my excitement and before I even realize it we are pulling into the Kennedy Center Parking lot After briefly making our way through the entrance, grabbing ourselves a couple of quick lengthtails we make our way to our semi private box seat. We arrive at our box take our seats, we are seated in the second row of twothere are only four seats and the view is amazing.

The stage is oh so close and we realize just how difficult it will be to steal a momentary touch.

Sitting there we move closer, or chairs are as close as they can be, my leg is against yours from ankle to thigh.

I can feel the heat from your body, you are driving me wildyou have taken me to the edge twice without releaseI need that release. You can see it in my eyes, I am begging please give me that release. The couple in front of us senses nothing. They are an attractive couple in their late 30s or early 40s, he is muscular of Latin dissent and his wife appears to be of mixed races, white and Hispanic origin. They too seem to be very intent on spending some stolen moments alone and are not into socializing.

The lights flash signaling the start of the play in only moments. This intensifies our contact your hand has come to rest on my thigh, sitting so close my nose partakes of the sweetest scent. It is the mixed aroma of your sweet perfume, sexual release and the sweet body perfume that is but yours alone.

Your hand creeps into my pocketyou fingers cheating towards my aroused member. Those tender fingers slide down through the bottom of my pocket and come to grasp my member.

Your cool fingers wrap around my hard throbbing member, you can feel the texture with the tips of your fingers, each vein, the very texture of each muscle. The curve of the bulbous head.

As I look into your eyes you have come to understand that I had planned this, for I removed the bottom of my pocket, I deliberately wore no boxers or briefs becauseI knew you would attempt to push metease me. You had no intention of letting it go this far, you were going to tease me throughout the night.

As I gaze into your eyes that sweet little smirk returns to your lips as you grasp my member more forcefully letting me know you approve.

Your finger finds the one spot on the underside of my member that you know I cannot withstand. Gently you begin rubbing that one spot, my body begins to go rigid as the wave buildsbecause of your earlier efforts that wave is but moments away. I am staring into your eyesyou can see the pure bliss that is but another moment away. The couple in front of us has no clue that you fingers are bringing me to orgasmhow is this possiblewhat has them so oblivious to our actionsmy body stiffens are the wave crests and my sweet juice is releaseda subtle scream escapes my lipsAhhhhhhoh no the couple in front of us is no long obliviousshe has turned in her seat and has been watching you hand bring me such pleasure. Well, the act ends and intermission is only seconds away, our cohorts quickly recompose themselves just as the lights are illuminated.

He shifts in his seat and begins to exit the booth as do I. We exchange knowing glances as to what has just transpired, the smirks are unmistakable. I ask if you would like something from the bar and I am off. When I return almost 20 minutes later you are engaged in deep conversation with the mystery woman in front of us. You introduce me and explain her name is Martine and her husbands name is Juan. They are here celebrating his 42nd birthday Juan returns and we are introduced, but the lights blink signaling it is time to return to our seats and a mere minute later we are blanketed in a soft darkness once again. I turn an kiss you quickly and realize you are grinning that mischievous grin that only you can haveI inquire as to what is so amusing and you avoid my inquiries. As I turn to return my attention to the play I realize our new friend is goneMartine has all but disappeared, or so I thought.

As my eyes adjust to the renewed darkness I become aware that she has lowered herself into her husbands lap she is on her knees suckling the enlarged aroused member of her husbands. At first my view is limited, but I shift in my seat and suddenly make eye contact with Martine. She is enveloping her husbands member, in and out. Up & Down, swirling her tongue with each action she appears to be quite the expert. I am enjoying the show nearly as much as you, we now both have unobstructed views and the show is having similar effects upon both of us. The whole time she is performing for us, Martine never once breaks eye contact with either you or I.

She is receiving pleasure in knowing we are unable to stop our voyeuristic ways. After what seems like hours, Juan begins to tremble and his body goes rigid as his hands grasp Martines head and he groans loudly as he releases what has to be an ample amount of his sweet juice. I am rigid with excitement, but in my mission to not miss a moment of our newfound friends display, I have lost track of youMartine does not miss a drop and every drop is devoured. As she releases Juan from the vice which is her mouth, she smiles at me as she stares into my eyes and then looks in your direction. And smirks and just gazes at youI realize she to has now taken on the voyeuristic look and glance in your directionyour head is tossed back and you are squirming in your seat. Your fingers have found their way to the folds of your sweetness and are vigorously massaging them. I have seen this look on you face before and realize you are but seconds away from an explosive orgasm.

As that wave crashes down upon you, your head tilts upward, your eyes open and you stare into the warm brown eyes of Martine not breaking the stare, as each additional wave rolls over you, you are biting your lip in an effort to subdue your normal vocal natureas you descend the crest of the final wave your hand droops impishly away, you raise you arm and I kiss your sticky sweet fingers.