The Concert
Life gives us opportunity beyond our comprehension at the strangest times and places. I couldn't help but notice him, the confidence in his stride as he moved through the narrow aisles of folding chairs filling the cafeteria. I caught myself staring and so did he, giving me a slow knowing smile. I hate the ones who know they were good looking, who know you're looking at them without having to see it. He was all that and then some.
Other people filed in, of course, it was after all an elementary school program so there were other parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents; all the usual suspects. I turned in my cold, metal folding chair, facing the front with my legs crossed, looking the part of the proper mother while, inside my mind, danced a myriad of carnal delights that would make an eight dollar hooker blush.
I have to give myself a mental shake as the lights dimmed and the childrens music teacher began to speak, his voice droning me into the mental equivalent of Pavlov's dog; nodding and smiling when prompted by his words. Somehow, without my knowing, in the back of the darkened cafeteria, there he was, sitting beside me with sin in his eyes and the Devil himself in his smile. I was helpless to resist his charms, there was no place for me to hide, he had seen the beacon inside me, shining like hope to a sailor lost at sea. I was sunk for sure.
The stage lights came up and the curtain was drawn, revealing fresh faced kindergartners. The piano picked up a tempo and their cheerful voices echoed through the hollow sounding cafe, all was still except a baby fussing on the other side of the room. That's when he made his move, brazenly laying his palm over the curve of my knee, so nonchalantly it was almost like his hand belonged upon me somehow. I didn't move away, I hardly dared to breathe as his long, skilled fingers began to knead the tender, pliable flesh around my knee.
Somehow I became lost in the simple sensation of warmth his touch was creating at the apex of my thighs. The first act ended with thunderous applause, which I joined in while my visitor did not, his hands previously occupied. The slow steady burn of that heat he created left me to squirm slightly against the metal folding chair, an ache rising from the soles of my feet to the back of my neck, spreading like wild flame over my skin. Oh I was in trouble. The first grade was up next and as the music began to swirl within my ears, I could feel the heat of his palm pressing flat against my sex until it eased up beneath the thin material of my blouse. I bit my lip to surpress the whimper that threatened to spill out. The Devil smiled, inching his fingers ever higher against my tormented flesh.
Through the second, third and fourth grades we remained locked in a heated battle of wills, his best efforts to illicit a moan from my lips thwarted at every turn. I was not about to surrender, not like this. There was a brief intermission before the final two classes and I did not dare to leave my chair and as I hazarded a glance at the man beside me, I noticed he had not left but he did slip his hand from my shirt as to look proper once more. A woman I knew stopped by to chat, the usual topics of children and their social calendars, annoying to say the least and all the while she was talking, I was wishing for the darkness to return.
Soon the children were filing back into place upon the risers and the house lights once again were dimmed, leaving me and my sinful neighbor to partake in decadent exploration once more. This time he did not hesitate, gently easing his hand beneath the hem of my blouse where his hungry fingers came into contact with my all too willing flesh. When the choir hit a high note, my body shivered in utter delight as my dark visitor had breached the lace and wire captive of my breasts. Soft, yet intentional caresses soon followed, deliberately stroking me into a frenzy I was most certainly not wanting out of. The flames were fanned by the approach of his mouth and the brush of bristled whiskers against my soft cheek.
The concert had flown by and I couldn't remember one solitary thing about it save for the urgent need to relieve the pressure of wanting that had built up inside me. I turned slowly then, his reward a slow, sensual moan released to fill his ears. He had won but he did not gloat. Instead there was a kindness in his smile as he brushed the backs of his knuckles against my cheek once more, "I'll see you at home?" He said sensually before slowly rising from his own metal folding chair.
"Now how could I resist an offer like that?" I offered him a genuine smile as my left hand extended to his, "Always is fun when you're able to make it to the kids' concerts baby. Let's go home....we have two hours before the kids get off the bus....."
Other people filed in, of course, it was after all an elementary school program so there were other parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents; all the usual suspects. I turned in my cold, metal folding chair, facing the front with my legs crossed, looking the part of the proper mother while, inside my mind, danced a myriad of carnal delights that would make an eight dollar hooker blush.
I have to give myself a mental shake as the lights dimmed and the childrens music teacher began to speak, his voice droning me into the mental equivalent of Pavlov's dog; nodding and smiling when prompted by his words. Somehow, without my knowing, in the back of the darkened cafeteria, there he was, sitting beside me with sin in his eyes and the Devil himself in his smile. I was helpless to resist his charms, there was no place for me to hide, he had seen the beacon inside me, shining like hope to a sailor lost at sea. I was sunk for sure.
The stage lights came up and the curtain was drawn, revealing fresh faced kindergartners. The piano picked up a tempo and their cheerful voices echoed through the hollow sounding cafe, all was still except a baby fussing on the other side of the room. That's when he made his move, brazenly laying his palm over the curve of my knee, so nonchalantly it was almost like his hand belonged upon me somehow. I didn't move away, I hardly dared to breathe as his long, skilled fingers began to knead the tender, pliable flesh around my knee.
Somehow I became lost in the simple sensation of warmth his touch was creating at the apex of my thighs. The first act ended with thunderous applause, which I joined in while my visitor did not, his hands previously occupied. The slow steady burn of that heat he created left me to squirm slightly against the metal folding chair, an ache rising from the soles of my feet to the back of my neck, spreading like wild flame over my skin. Oh I was in trouble. The first grade was up next and as the music began to swirl within my ears, I could feel the heat of his palm pressing flat against my sex until it eased up beneath the thin material of my blouse. I bit my lip to surpress the whimper that threatened to spill out. The Devil smiled, inching his fingers ever higher against my tormented flesh.
Through the second, third and fourth grades we remained locked in a heated battle of wills, his best efforts to illicit a moan from my lips thwarted at every turn. I was not about to surrender, not like this. There was a brief intermission before the final two classes and I did not dare to leave my chair and as I hazarded a glance at the man beside me, I noticed he had not left but he did slip his hand from my shirt as to look proper once more. A woman I knew stopped by to chat, the usual topics of children and their social calendars, annoying to say the least and all the while she was talking, I was wishing for the darkness to return.
Soon the children were filing back into place upon the risers and the house lights once again were dimmed, leaving me and my sinful neighbor to partake in decadent exploration once more. This time he did not hesitate, gently easing his hand beneath the hem of my blouse where his hungry fingers came into contact with my all too willing flesh. When the choir hit a high note, my body shivered in utter delight as my dark visitor had breached the lace and wire captive of my breasts. Soft, yet intentional caresses soon followed, deliberately stroking me into a frenzy I was most certainly not wanting out of. The flames were fanned by the approach of his mouth and the brush of bristled whiskers against my soft cheek.
The concert had flown by and I couldn't remember one solitary thing about it save for the urgent need to relieve the pressure of wanting that had built up inside me. I turned slowly then, his reward a slow, sensual moan released to fill his ears. He had won but he did not gloat. Instead there was a kindness in his smile as he brushed the backs of his knuckles against my cheek once more, "I'll see you at home?" He said sensually before slowly rising from his own metal folding chair.
"Now how could I resist an offer like that?" I offered him a genuine smile as my left hand extended to his, "Always is fun when you're able to make it to the kids' concerts baby. Let's go home....we have two hours before the kids get off the bus....."