Leaning toward him, she murmured, "Here's how it's going to happen. We'll sit and watch the orchestra perform Beethoven's Fifth. You are free to touch me below the waist, as I am with you. No one will be able to see anything as long as touching is limited to our lower halves. Remove my clothing, if you can do so without attracting attention.
"At some point, we'll fuck back there--" she pointed to an area in shadow, where a dark curtain hung, "-where we'll be free to do whatever we wish, as long as we're fairly quiet. You're not a shouter, are you?"
When he shook his head, she continued. "No one will be able to see us, and we won't be able to see anyone, including the musicians, though of course we will hear them. I don't care how many times you make me come, or how many times you come, as long as we're fucking when the third movement crescendos into the fourth, because I want to come at that precise moment, with you inside me. Do you know what I'm talking about? You're familiar with the Fifth?"
"Three rules apply. One, tonight is a one-time deal. Two, no anal sex-I don't care for it."
Well, in actuality, she cared for it quite a lot. But he didn't need to know that.
"Three, no talking once you agree to these rules. Do you?" she said.
His only answer was a smile, his hand already on her knee. She settled back in her seat, closing her eyes. When the music began, she let her fingers wander to his crotch while his slid under her dress. She 'd worn thigh-high stockings and the briefest of thongs, so he would have no difficulty accessing her pussy.
Though he didn't try to, not at first. He skimmed his fingertips up and down her inner thighs until she slumped in her seat, legs akimbo and trembling with anticipation. The first movement came and went, and he was still caressing her legs. By then, she'd progressed to unzipping his trousers to pull out his cock.
He was cut, with a lovely shape and size that her hand loved. She opened one eye to peek at it, and caught him staring at her.
At that moment, he moved his fingers to her pussy, raising his eyebrows when he felt smooth hairlessness. She preferred to shave her entire genital area. The nakedness, as well as the idea of the nakedness, aroused her. Plus, it served as one more private rebellion against her white-bread background.
She played her fingers over the head of his cock, teasing the hole, rewarded with a bit of moisture. Meanwhile, he had pulled aside the thin gusset of her thong, exploring her cunt for wetness before sliding his fingers toward her clit. She bit down on her impulse to gasp, affecting what she hoped was a neutral expression.
The man definitely knew his way around a pussy. His finger lightly circled her clit, each orbit drawing closer to her engorged nub. By now, she was having trouble concentrating on his pleasure, but struggled on, grasping him with her full hand to masturbate him.
It was his turn to swallow a noise when she increased her hand's speed and motion. Their gazes locked, each of them trying to make the other come first. The competition was an unexpected bonus of fulfilling her fantasy. His free hand covered hers, stopping the masturbation. Expression unreadable, his eyes shone with a darkness she hadn't noticed before.
Bringing his lips to her ear, he said, "Are you sure you're the one in charge here?" Then, he bit the nape of her neck, his fingers vibrating against her clit.