Kelly: Dinner Before the Opera
Keywords: Opera, the, Before, Dinner, Kelly:,
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He must be about to tip him, she thought, perhaps we'll get a table by the window. That would be nice.
Kelly shuddered suddenly as the pulses lit up her pussy, and had to bite her lip to avoid the moan that rose abruptly in her throat. The vibrations shook her to the very core of her being, and she nearly fell. He caught her with his arm, and helped her steady herself. He looked at her again, his face serious but his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You said you were ready, right?"
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The sensations were so intense she almost sobbed. She bit her lip as another spate of strong pulses turned her body into a tuning fork. Every part of her tingled with energy.
He said something then, but she didn't hear him.
She couldn't.
She could barely remain standing.
His lips were moving, and from the smug look on her face she knew he was making light of her current rapturous predicament. But she couldn't actually focus enough to make out his words. It was all she could do to nod weakly.
At last, the pulses faded. Sound returned to her world in a rush. Her breathing slowed slightly, and she swallowed heavily to regain some measure of control. A faint sheen of perspiration covered her face, and her pussy fairly flowed with the intense pleasure she'd been forced to endure. After just two minutes of this her silk gown, already tailored to a tight cut, clung to her frame like a second skin.
He took her arm and turned back to the maitre de. "She's not been well. Perhaps you could get us a quiet corner table somewhere?" The twenty disappeared into the other man's hand so quickly she almost missed it.
Wobbling and slightly lightheaded, she let him guide her to their table. The restaurant was well laid out, with large tables for six near the front, set against intimate booths in the back. Fine red carpet covered the floor and set the brilliant white of the tablecloths off with a surety. Kelly had just begun to notice these small details, just begun to relax and think the he would let her reach the table when a second round of pulsing burst forth from within her.
A ragged moan burst from her full lips, drawing the attention of the other diners. She turned bright crimson with embarrassment. This device would have been bad enough in the privacy of their own bedroom, for she knew it would soon reduce her to a creature of her basest desires, but to debut it here, in public, simply broke all precedent.
Again, her knees buckled. Again, he held her upright. Dimly she wondered if he'd planned this whole thing when he'd laid out her clothes and high heels that afternoon. Or was this another of his spontaneous tests?
She never know. To ask would be to fail the test.
Every eye in the room was on her, nearly all of them were fraught with concern, wondering why she looked well but could barely walk. All, that is, save one. As they passed a table close to theirs a stunning brunette dressed in white reached out and placed her fingers on Kelly's stomach, caressing it through the silk. The woman was seated by herself, but looked as if she was expecting someone to arrive. Kelly jumped at the woman's touch, grateful for the new sensation, but shocked at the brazen manner in which she'd been touched. At her side, he pulled up short to let the woman touch her. Why? She wondered. Did he know this woman? Was this the test?
Weakly, she watched the woman draw her fingers, nails painted to a high sheen, down the length her body until her fingers lingered over her vulva. Noting the faint pulsing vibrations emanating from within her, the woman smiled up at Kelly and licked her lips suggestively. "Lovely, dear, simply lovely. You must come join us for a drink when you've finished."
"Thank you, we will." Her lover led Kelly to the table, a finely appointed circular corner booth covered by a starched white tablecloth. They slid into their seats, facing the restaurant, knees touching beneath the table. As they settled into their placed at the table, she gathered her gown about her so that her bare bottom was seated on the chair. It would not do to stain her gown. He noted this, and soon the pulses began to subside.
"Will that be all, sir?" The maitre de was the acme of professionalism, either unaware of the dance playing out beneath her clothes or entirely uninterested by it.
"Yes, that should be fine, but do send over a bottle of champagne to that table please, and another for us."
"Very good, sir." He bowed stiffly and left. She barely noticed. Finally the twin spheres inside her went still. Kelly looked up to see him taking a small controller out of his jacket. He placed the device before her and turned to look at her. She said nothing.
"Did you enjoy that, my love?"
"Very much, Sir."
"Would you like more?"
She froze, caught in the indecision of her modesty against her lusts. The prim and proper woman in her, the one who excelled in a high-stress job, mingled at parties with the well-to-do, and lectured at the local university said no, these two pulses had been more than enough. The symphony didn't start for another two hours and she was already on the verge of an orgasm. Further sessions with his new toy would reduce her to a heaving wreck.
But the other half of her, the truer inner core that had been hidden so long, that had emerged only through his ministrations, hungered for more. Her pussy ached with desire, her lips gasping even as she squirmed in her seat in a vain attempt to finish what he'd started. She could accept that the spheres would turn her in a heaving wreck. On some dark level she barely understood, to be thusly transformed was all she really wanted. Even now she wanted him to tear her gown from her and fuck her here and now, crushing her body against white linen, flatware, and flowers. Let the other diners think what they might. They all knew what she really was, who she really was. For a few select weekday hours she was a professional woman, but that wasn't really her.
As if to punish her for her indecision, or perhaps to offer her an incentive to decide, a faint quivering began to build. She looked up from her plate to see him holding the device in one strong hand. Those same fingers that so often pulled at her, penetrated her, teased her folds and curves, were now poised over the oscillation controls.
His brown eyes bored into her.
Faint vibrations began.
She knew then that this was indeed some kind of test.
He knew who she really was. He knew what she really was. He was just determined to make her admit it to everyone. To herself.
"Please..."
"Please, what, my love?" His eyes locked hers.
Stronger now, summoning her heat back from its slumber.
"Sir, I ... I am ... not sure ..."
"Not sure of what?"
Wetness flooded her anew. Blue silk clung to her thighs, sending shivers through her.
"There are so many people here..."
He made no response at first, and then nodded in agreement. "True. So?"
"So?"
"Yes, I understand that there are people here. What is your point?"
Sudden strength now in the pulses. She began to mew softly.
"Behave yourself, dear, really."
Kelly licked her lips, sweating with the struggle of not moaning and thrashing about. "I can't," she mumbled at last, her fingers clutching at the tablecloth.
"Well then what am I supposed to do with you?"
"Turn ... turn it ... off."
Mockery danced across his face. "Never."
"Whuh...why...not?" The pulses began to cycle...a repetition of strong-strong-strong-weak. It was enough to bring her nearly to the edge of an orgasm, but that damnable finishing pulse never proved sufficient to push her over.
"Why would you think you deserve it? You've done nothing to warrant release. You haven't even asked me to cum yet. That seems rather gauche of you, don't you think? Acting like it's your decision to make...honestly, I think I will keep you here on the edge until you beg me for release."
With that, he tucked the control back into his jacket pocket and calmly picked up his water glass. He nodded to the brunette seated nearby and lifted his glass in a small toast. The stunning woman returned the favor with her wine glass, her lips curled in a slight smirk.
Kelly clutched the table for support, reveling in the torturous pulsing within her. Her brow was beaded with sweat and her nipples were painfully erect, visible to all beneath the blue silk. Beneath it she was completely nude, save for the tiniest wisp of a demi-cup.
How she longed to cry out, how well she knew that she couldn't.
To release herself without permission would be to invite punishment of the worst kind – a total embargo of his talents. He was quite clear on this point, and it had only taken one episode to convince her that no matter how much he might enjoy her, he was fully capable of enforcing his mandate over her. The simple thought of that week she'd been denied him made her shudder, for in that week she'd discovered to her horror that she could not climax without him. No matter how she tried, release remained elusive. This fact was all the more dreadful because it came on the heels of years of able self-pleasure. So to deny him now would be tantamount to torturing herself, because she knew that she needed to cum and cum regularly.
She moaned softly at this thought and forced her hands to unclenched. With great effort she sat back in her chair, rocking back and forth slightly as she ground her pussy into the fabric of her dress. Surprisingly, the stimulation did help, for it gave her a different sensation to focus on.
"Be still." His face was expressionless.
Slowly she managed to cease her rocking, focusing her will so that she only quivered slightly beneath the unrelenting pulses.
"Oh… Jesus, that was intense… I… Don"t think I"ve… ever cum like that…"
I gently brought a finger to her lips to silence her and we just cuddled for a while before she finally dropped into an exhausted sleep.
I woke Katarina up at about 7 with a cup of coffee, we"d only slept for about 4 hours, but that was as good as it was going to get, we could sleep again for an hour at lunchtime! Katarina looked so cute and sexy in curled up in the sleeping bags and it was tempting to let her sleep, but we had to compete.
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