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By *antyhose OP Man
over a year ago
Birmingham |
The rest of our time that week, before the run of performances started, involved a lot of flirting and missed opportunities. Sonia had to spend time with her friend as she was staying there and other evenings ended up being with other cast members, occasionally being gatecrashed by the pompous conductor. Before I knew it, we were into the two performances.
At one point of this opera, Sonia and I were due to come on stage from opposite wings, and I stood there in my costume (some army uniform or other) and looked directly across the stage as the opera was in flow to see Sonia arrive on her side of the stage. I grinned, partly a nervous grin but mainly because she looked amazing. The director had her wearing a full length, black calf-leather coat, heels and hosiery of some description. As the performance carried on and we waited for our entrance, she slowly started to unbutton her leather coat from the top down, never taking her eyes off me.
In a matter of seconds, she had it undone, and she suddenly let it fall from her shoulders, leaving her stood in the darkness of the wings in nothing but her heels and black, crotchless tights. It was such an erotic sight, I immediately starting to get hard. This was not good as I was due onstage in just a couple of bars time!
Fortunately, my character was carrying a leather document case, which as I walked on to start singing, I carefully placed over my crotch to hide the bulge in my trousers. I think I got away with it, as far as the audience were concerned, but I did get a note from the director asking me not to put the case over my lap but under my arm in the second performance, as we had rehearsed!
After the performance, there was the usual post-show reception - a room full of luvvies, hangers-on, critics and sponsors all congratulating each other far too outlandishly (I hate them, as you might gather) - I got stuck with the conductor for far too long, wanting to admonish Sonia for giving me a raging boner just as I had to perform. By the time I managed to extract myself from the “maestro”, I looked everywhere but Sonia had gone. I was somewhat crestfallen.
In opera, it is quite common to split the performances up with a free day between and even though we only had two performances, this had been scheduled. After a long lie in, I went off to find some brunch, had a wander along the Thames and decided I needed a little me-time, as the tights I was wearing under my jeans were constantly driving my perverted mind to go back and have a long, slow edging session.
I got back, stripped off, fired up the laptop, and decided it was time to try out my latest toy - a vibrating p-spot butt plug. With plenty of lube, I inserted it and immediately felt a tingle, pulled my tights back up and sat down, ready to play. Just then, there was a knock on the door of my apartment. In no state to answer, I tiptoed to the door and had a look through the spy-glass into the hallway. It was Sonia’s face looking at me.
I opened the door while hiding behind it, like an escort meeting a client (and yes, I do know that’s what they do having been that client in the past!) and said,
“Sonia, what a surprise! How did you get into the building?”
She swiftly stepped inside and answered,
“I saw you enter the code the other night and remembered it - oh, have a caught you out, you naughty boy?”, she asked.
There I was, stood there in nothing but tights, with my cock poking at the front so I could hardly lie. It was at this point I noticed what she was wearing - her costume from the opera. She just grinned at me, let her coat fall to the floor, and said,
“I think we have some unfinished business from last night, don’t you?”, as she stood there again in front of me wearing nothing but black stiletto heels and a pair of nearly black crotchless tights.
She immediately knelt down and started tickling my balls through the fabric and licking to tip of my cock. Her other hand went round behind and starting stroking the cheeks of my arse, occasionally stopping by my arsehole but not going any further. Her tongue was driving me mad, flicking and licking over my exposed helmet, her fingernails gently tickling my balls and cock. Then, she stopped, as her left hand had found something,
“Oh, what is this I find, David? You are naughty!”, and she immediately pressed the vibrator button on the end of the p-plug that I had not had time to remove when she knocked at the door.
Now, the combination of vibrations up my back passage, one hand tickling my nylon-covered balls while her mouth pleasured me, had suddenly become way too much. My legs started to tremble and I knew I was about to cum.
“Tell me when you are about to cum, David - tell me”, Sonia ordered.
I tried to hold on but I just couldn’t - as much as I wanted to fuck her, I had to cum NOW!
“Now”, I muttered, “now!”
She peeled back my tights, and wanked my cock slowly yet firmly, and just as my foreskin was as far retracted as it could be, she stopped. I came - hard, shooting rope after rope of cum over her pretty face. Nine in total, but all full and violent. She knelt there, lips tightly closed but face totally covered in my goo, in her hair and dripping onto her tits and tights beneath.
“Hmmm, I love it, I love it”, she said, gently moving the spunk away from her lips and mouth.
“I clean up and then we fuck again, OK?”, she said, as my legs stopped trembling.
“Yeah, OK”, was all I could muster, “whatever you say, Sonia”
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