A Dress of Red

I wrote this a while back and if you read it and want me to write something for you send me an email.

My seat is 8 rows back and in the center.  I have decided that I want to go alone to this event.  I am not one to dress up and this particular opera is masked...so I have a red mask on a stick with diamonds bordering the outside...this makes my eyes the greenest of green..

I wear a black shawl over my shoulders, the straps are thin, by bust exposed for all to see, the dress goes mid calf with a slit up the  side to mid thigh..my heals are not stiletto but a simple pump, enough for a little height and to bring out the definition in my calves...

As I walk in, I notice that the ladies room is up a winding staircase with heavy gold curtains flowing along it.  Before the show I slowly walk the stairs with my hands running along the heavy silkiness of the curtains and thinking of how they would feel if they were wrapped around my body...and in front of me I stop suddenly and a gentleman in a tux stands before me, masked with a smirk on his face..and as I start to move to the other side so does he, as he continues to smile down at me, and I clear my throat, take a step to the side and up quickly and face him, smile and say have a wonderful evening and continue up the stairs slowly so that I know that he is watching every step that I make..until I reach the ladies room and as I turn he has disappeared..

I receive a program and an usher takes me to my seat which in the center of everyone and of course I am the last to arrive, so as I make my way to my seat, I am almost there and I look up to the gentleman that is seated next to me and it is him...his smile is so white and  mischievous?  I sit, and you can only take your mask down once the lights lower...I am so engrossed in the story line and how this woman wants to be with her lover..and I feel something lightly running up and down my outer thigh...just a hint of a touch but enough to make me breath heavy and really bring the dramatic story line into the erotic feelings going through my body...and the hint of touch goes towards my inner thighs which has me shifting in my seat..which exposes the slit in the dress that is on the left next to him. He takes advantage of this and slowly moves his hand under my dress and caresses my bare thigh...for my hose only go so high...and he slowly reaches to my inner thigh where he can feel the heat and dampness from what his touch has done and the story line making me want to just explode and the curtains go down and the lights slowly come back on for intermission...quickly I jump up with my mask and retreat towards the ladies room and at the top of the stairs are multiple alcoves and suddenly I am shoved into one behind a curtain and pressed against the wall and his mouth comes down on mine,,,not gentle but needing, and he lifts my dress and reaches between my legs and finds no barrier to stop him from putting his fingers in me as i lift one leg and wrap around his hips.  His mouth is harder trying to keep me quiet and I fumble with his belt and zipper to free the erection that was bursting to get free and it quickly found where it needed to be...in me deep, slow and hard..and harder..until I can feel him stiffening as I tighten around him in spasms and his lips have crushed mine and behind us you can hear the chimes to return for the final part of the opera...and I found that my eyes were closed and when i slowly opened them with that Cheshire smile of satisfaction, he was not there...As I returned to my seat, a little lady on the end handed me her kerchief and said I must have bit my lip and I confirmed that the opera has me sitting on the edge of my seat...so dramatic...and as I side stepped my way to my seat, I stopped in front of him with a smile and continued my journey into the world of opera and how the music made my body feel and the blood from my lip where I continued to bit it in anticipation for the finale of the show...


Now I need to think of the ending ......