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2/11/2019 2:07 pm
Cheap Seats Oct 2018


“Ouch! Why bite my shoulder? Though, I do like your hand on my cock.” “My hand is for how you used me tonight. The bite is for what you did to use me. You know I love ballet, right.” “That is why I got us tickets for your favorite performance.” “And, I was super, super excited on the way to the theater.”

Then, we entered the lobby way off to the side. I asked, “Where are we going. The main stairwell is over there.” Ignored, I stumbled on after you, my tits bouncing under my top, my skirt flipping nearly to my bare cunt. And up and up and up you took me. I stumbled behind you into a large corral way up near the sky. You led me through the tight crowd of people to peer over a rail. Way, far below us was the stage.

“What is this?” You only replied, “I love your eyes when you anger. I love the taught lines in your jaw and neck” “Shut up, what is happening here, why are we all the way up here with all these people standing around.” “We are in SRO, standing room only, the only tickets I could get. Don’t worry, after the first Act, everyone here dashes downstairs to find seats that are empty. You will get a wonderful seat in 20 minutes.” I stand at the rail, looking way down at the stage and trying to count the number of empty seats. The show starts. I admit it is a novel way to observe. I notice the crowd is thinning. Finally, we are the only two left.

“Don’t you think we should find some seats?” No reply, except you reach around me, slip your hand into my dress and over my tit. You cup me, teasing the nibble. pulling it. “What are you doing”, my harsh whisper as I feel my breast expand and my nipple harden. Your other hand reaches into my skirt and finds my clit. Your fingers pinch my clit. Below me, there are thousands of people, there are dancers prancing about the stage, there are orchestra members, the paying public – all just below me and before my now exposed tit and clit.

You take my hair and pulled. My chest arches forward. My thighs surge forward. Your favorite parts of my body are pushed out for you to feast. I love this, I love being used in a spot only just emptied of the public, not knowing when someone way below us will notice me.

You turn me around. You lift my dress up and away. I am nude, naked hovering above hundreds and hundreds of ballet lovers. I put out my hands and arms on the rail and arch my ass out to you. The orchestra is full and loud. The dancers are active. Music, dancing, lights all drift up to make. I feel giddy from my desire to be taken hanging onto this rail.

You push into me, quickly advancing. Your heat combines with mine. You plunge into me over and over. I am throwing my hair back and forth. You lift me around my waist, turning me toward the center of the room, and putting me down on my knees and arms. I throw myself forward, raising my ass upwards. The orchestra is building to the finale. The music is falling over me in waves. The cymbals and drums especially shaking my core.

I know you. I know your favorite mark and wink it at you, pushing out and pulling in. I hear your low growl. I feel the soft head of your cock, pushing into me, the firm pole following behind. You don’t have much patience. I have no patience and push back. This pace does not last long. You come deep into me, long, strong surges. You growl at me to come, “Squeeze me hard!”

I rise, stretch, stroll naked to the rail. I look down watching the finale below me. Joining me, we wave, turn and dress. The descent all those floors is languid. I enjoy your hand rubbing my ass. You stop me on a landing, kissing my mouth strongly and petting my cunt. I still am afire.

“I love holding your cock you know. I love knowing you will always respond to my touch. And now, I love the cheap seats more than I could have imagined.”


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