I Love Sounds

I love sounds; one of my favorites is the click of my heels when I walk, that is on the occasions I actually do wear them. That was the only sound I heard while walking in the opera house to meet her for the play. I had been waiting for this night, fantasizing, anticipating for the scenes we were about to behold, but no better view did I see that night than the look on her face when I walked through the door. Suddenly I got this feeling, one I’ve had many times before but this time, it was intense. We were shown to our seats, I had requested the box office seats, just to enjoy our privacy.

I sat there with her casually making conversation, pretending like we were strangers who had only met a few times before, subtly setting the scene. As soon as I began to run out of things to stay the lights shut off, and the whole atmosphere changed. Slowly I moved closer to her, I figured in the dark, my intentions wouldn’t be as obvious, but of course I was wrong. However, her intentions seemed to be the same for the minute I moved closer, so did she. It took twenty minutes into the play, to build up my courage and slide my shaking hand on top of hers; it took five more minutes for my fingers to intertwine with hers. Being the ambitious daredevil I am, I slowly lifted her hand with mine and set them on my lap on top of my dress; all I could feel was her soft fingers rubbing mine. The play we came to see soon slipped my mind, as the new play occurring in my lap enticed me more. It seemed as if the interaction of our fingers became the play and the silk of my dress was their stage; there goes that feeling again. Without warning I felt her hand move and immediately my heart dropped. I had gone too far, I wanted too much from her and now I had ruined – and then there was her hand caressing my bare thigh. It was that kind of caress that isn’t a comforting one nor was it a gentle, calming one; no this caress meant only one thing…seduction.

No longer was I in control, but neither was she, we were acting on impulse; that feeling was now overwhelming me. She slowly ran her hand around my knee and up one thigh and once she reached the beginning of my dress she ran her hand down the other thigh back to my other knee. She must have forgot I had on clothes for the next time she ran her hand up my thigh she skipped right past my dress and continued climbing, like her fingers had some place to go; it was like they had been there before for she knew every curve, every turn my body had to offer. She continued to get closer to this spot that has always been the source of my greatest pleasure, and in the background the music seemed to get stronger and more powerful. That feeling was rising inside of me and my body to shake at her touch. She was there, the only thing stopping her was the lace of my panties and I impatiently waited for her to push them to the side to reveal what her fingers had been feverently searching for. The bass from the music behind us was now tickling my skin, teasing my emotions. I felt every beat and so did she, it got faster and she got reckless just trying to release the pleasure she could see building up inside of me…and then she was there.

I could feel her and my whole body began to shake and I began to sing, reaching notes I knew weren’t in my vocal range. Why were her fingers bringing me to such heights? The play seemed to be centered on us as we caught the attention of many below us, but nobody could stop us; that $7.95 extra for the box office seats came in handy. It didn’t matter how loud the music was or how far away we were from everyone, they all knew I wasn’t singing along with that pointless play. My body began to grind to the movement of her fingers and with every move came an uncontrolled moan. Silence was no longer of concern, and neither was modesty because instantly she pulled me on top of her and as I straddled her in that chair, our bodies began to rock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw two security guards who had obviously been sent to kick us out, I knew she saw them too but we continued on enjoying our play, and so did they. The climax of the play was occurring and as the music reached its highest point so did I; holding nothing back I let out a sound that shook the whole building and instantly everything stopped- intermission.