There was definite advantages to seeing a billionaire she thought as they were ushered to the private box in the auditorium.
They were her to see some arty French film. At least that was what he had said, but he’d been incredibly vague and conveniently couldn’t remember the title so she couldn’t search for it.
But, apparently the tickets were the creme de la creme, to coin the French phrase.
The bottle of Dom Pérignon Rosé on ice had been a nice touch. She’d always found champagne to be a bit dry, but this rosé one was quite fruity … she was no expert but she could have sworn she tasted cherries.
She could feel a relaxing warmth from the alcohol, that was guided along with the stimulating company. The lights dimming to black in the stalls below them signaled the start of the film.
Her French was okay-ish so she expected to be able to get the gist of the film. What she hadn’t expected was the real meaning of “arty”. The film was downright pornographic… artfully done yes, but porn nonetheless. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was watching this subject while her partner was gently playing with the short hairs at the nape of her neck, but she could feel her breathing shorten and deepen and a warm dampness starting to seep into the knickers between her crossed thighs. She pressed them together seeking any mild relief, but all it did was arouse her further.
She heard his subtle laugh in her ear as he leaned in.
“You seem to be enjoying the film.” he whispered. He lightly grasped her hand, pulling it onto his lap. “I know I am.” As he guided her hand firmly up and down on the front of his trousers it was pretty clear how much he was enjoying it.
She felt her cheeks flush. “Not here?” she whispered. “Someone might hear.”
“We are completely hidden, no one can see into this box and I can assure you we wouldn’t be the only ones. You’ve been so engrossed in the screen you probably haven’t heard next door.”
She cocked her head and listened carefully. Oh my gawd he was right.
He moved his hand from guiding hers on his crotch, and skimmed up the hem of her skirt. He ghosted his fingers mere millimeters away from feeling how turned on she was.
She caught his eye, the light flickers from the screen just enough to see his smirk. This is why he’d brought her here, he knew she’d find the thrill in this. “Okay” she whispered, slightly parting her thighs to show consent.
“You’ll need to keep quiet then.” he laughed quietly.
His hand on the back of her neck forked through her hair and pulled her into a deep kiss as his fingers dived forwards pressing his tips firmly over her sodden knickers.
“Fuck!” he cursed into her mouth, he hadn’t thought she would have been quite so excited by this.
“Ssshh.” she teased him back as she found his zip.
“Not yet.” he mumbled as he brushed he hand away and moved his mouth to the pulse point of her neck, nipping gently, and slipping his arm between them to move her leg over his lap.
His fingers made quick work, nudging he knickers aside just enough to give him access… twisting slightly towards her allowed him to thumb her clit while working inside with his fingers.
She arched her spine against the back of the chair, pushing against his hand, seeking release.
She sensed him move and the thumb was quickly replaced by the warmth of his mouth. As he sucked and quickly flicked with the tip of his tongue she felt his free hand cover her mouth to help silence her gasps and she allowed a muffled groan to escape against his palm. His chuckle vibrated through her and her vision turned white as her orgasm hit her hard.
He continued gently sucking, circling her clit with his tongue as her tremors calmed. With a final cheeky flick he removed his mouth and hands and pulled her underwear back into place.
As her heartbeat returned to it’s normal rhythm she heard the audience below stirring. She opened her eyes to see the credits rolling. They had been so focused on each other that they’d missed the end of the film. Pity, she thought wryly, but she could catch it elsewhere. It had certainly been made worth missing.
“Well I don’t know about you, but I still have a slight issue with walking at the moment.” He flicked his eyes towards the still very noticable bulge in his trousers. “How about returning the favour while we wait until the crowds have dispersed so we can escape.”
“Gladly.” she answered as she slid from the chair to her knees.
3/11/17
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