Passion at the Opera (6 page)

Gwen watched intently as the male performer sang to the woman at his side. His voice sounded incredibly strong and captivating. The woman in red stood with her arms crossed and a smug grin while the singer moved around her. At the other end, the lady in white chimed in. Although Gwen couldn’t understand the language, she sensed something was wrong and the characters had a connection.

The vocalized drama continued with the music playing softly in the background. Such emotion poured from the singers. The women and the men sang back and forth to each other as if they were having a conversation. They told a story of anger, sadness, remorse, and love. Or so it seemed by the way they sang, and the flow of the melody.

Nikolaus bumped her shoulder with his as he moved closer to her. “Incredible, yes?”

“I love listening to them. They’re amazing. They must have spent years practising.”

The performers ended on a proud note. The audience rose and gave their approval, as did Gwen and Nikolaus. The two couples bowed, then slowly walked off the stage.

Still clapping, Nikolaus turned to Gwen and raked her with his gaze. “Very nice.”

She smiled. “Glad you approve.”

The cheers died and the crowd returned to their seats. Gwen sat and crossed her legs while Nikolaus settled next to her. Seconds later, the maestro commanded the orchestra to play a new tune.

He leaned towards her ear. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather stare at those lovely breasts all night instead of the stage.”

Heat radiated through Gwen while her heartbeat accelerated. She turned her face. His lips were close to her cheek and his eyes lowered as if he were indeed looking at her girls. The theatrical music playing suddenly seemed distant and unimportant.

“I don’t mind at all,” Gwen said.

He lifted his hand and gently glided his finger along the inside of one of her tits. Erotic tingles hardened her nipples.

“Do you like your naughty friend?” he asked.

“He’s very handsome, and…”

“Are you attracted to him?” He pushed his digit inside her bra and brushed it over her bud.

“I am.” She slid her tongue over her lips.

He pinched the perky centre of her breast and she clenched her thighs. “Would you like to touch him?” he asked.

Yes. Yes. Yes!

She nodded energetically. “May I?”

He brought his hand up to her cheek. “He won’t stop you.”

He kissed her as new lover would, tenderly and slowly. She met his lips with hers and ignored the soft tickling sensation as his facial hair brushed against her. Longing stirred within Gwen and she held her knees close together. She wanted more from him, but she didn’t want to appear desperate. She placed her palm on the inside of his leg and inched it towards his groin. He responded promptly and slid his tongue into her mouth. When he started his exploration, she gave up her control. She rubbed his length and had the sudden urge to climb on top of it.

“You’re so big,” she said, enjoying the feel of his rigid shaft.

“God blessed me.” He moved his fingers down her neck and to the centre of her chest. “Let me suck on these.”

“By all means, do.”

Wasting no time, he plunged his hand inside her bra and lifted her tit. He latched onto her bud and suckled on it. White hot zings snaked through her and added fuel to her burning desire. Her panties became wet and she craved for him to touch her there, between her legs. No, she wanted more. She hankered for his cock to slide inside and fill her. Eager to take hold of his member, she unzipped his pants then claimed her prize.

Nikolaus released her aching nipple and bit her breast. She gasped quietly from the slight sting.

“Careful, dear. My girls are delicate,” she said.

He slipped his hand under her other tit and brought the hard centre to his lips. He circled it with his tongue before enclosing it with his mouth.

More slivers of longing raced to her sex. She gripped his hard dick and stroked it. The girth of him impressed her and made her pussy wetter. She yearned to take him inside her.

The music died and the crowd applauded. Gwen halted her fist pumps as Nikolaus released her tit.

“I hope you’re not done,” he said.

She faced him and kissed his lips. “Not nearly.”

He reached for her leg and lifted it onto his. “Tell me, are you wet my sweet one?”

The clapping dwindled. Gwen glanced over the balcony. One of the male singers strode onto the stage.

She returned her attention to blue-eyed hunk within her grasp. “Why don’t you find out?”

“I think I will,” he said as he jerked her gown up.

Gwen bit her lip and resumed caressing his cock. In little time, she felt his hand on her thigh and he moved towards her apex. Tingles raced and beat him to his destination.

He wedged his hand inside her damp panties. “You are perfect.”

The male performer’s voice rose with the music as Gwen brought her mouth to Nikolaus’. She started a new round of kissing and teased him with her tongue. He supplied his own means of torment by rubbing her clit. Lust consumed her and she tightened her hold on his shaft. He moved his digit lower and pushed it inside her. His small finger didn’t compare to the giant erection in her hand. God, she yearned to feel his thick cock deep within her walls.

She pried her mouth away. “Maybe we should go somewhere private.”

He toyed with the sensitive nub between her legs. “We’re safe here. I have a guard by the exit. We won’t be interrupted. And nobody can see us up here.”

Gwen glanced over the balcony as she quickly decided what to do. Although she itched to fuck him now, she feared the public eye. They were high enough up and the lights were dark. Given he’d posted a watchman outside, she doubted someone would find them having sex. So why not jump onto the man while she had the chance?

He tweaked her clitoris before he thrust several fingers into her slick pussy. She made her decision.

“This naughty girl wants to ride the naughty man,” she said as she ran her thumb over the head of his dick.

He withdrew his hand. “By all means…” He lifted his body as he pushed his trousers lower. “Enjoy your ride.”

His shaft sprang free and Gwen’s eyes widened. “Do you have any condoms?” she asked. She hoped he had one because she doubted the rubbers she had would fit him.

Nikolaus dug into his pocket and removed a packet. “Here. Put it on me.”

Gwen tore the foil and removed the latex barrier. She hurried to roll it over his length, but did so carefully. At the same time, she heard a female singing. She glanced at the stage and saw the woman with the red dress.

“The show only has another twenty to thirty minutes. If you want to wait—”

“No, this is fine,” she said, grinning.

He kissed her nose. “I plan on taking you later.”

“Good. I need to be taken.”

She hiked her dress up then removed her panties. “I don’t need these.” She set them on her purse in the empty seat next to her.

A rush of exhilaration coursed through her and fuelled her fast beating heart. She was actually going to have sex during a performance in the Opera House. The affair ranked as high as doing the dirty deed in the Louvre.

Holding her gown, she rose and faced Nikolaus.

“Woman, you are divine,” he said, gazing at the area below her navel.

Slowly, she climbed onto his lap. He held his cock and brushed the head over her slit.

“Good and wet,” he said as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Gwen lowered and felt him slid in. The fit was tight.

“Easy, sweet one. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

Heat poured from her as she took him deeper inside her. She bit her lip from the slight discomfort while her walls stretched to accommodate him. The man had one of the largest penises she’d seen, but she knew she could handle it. She let go of her dress and let it fall around her.

“Hot and slick. I’m in heaven,” he said.

Gwen raked her fingers through his hair and gripped his locks. She rocked her hips, letting him slide within her canal. The unhurried friction tortured her, but God, did he feel good moving inside her.

He held onto her hips and moulded his mouth over hers. Pure desire burned within her body. She ground faster against him and took him farther each time. Her insides adjusted quickly to allow his size, exactly as she’d thought. He fit wholly and right, completing her in the way she needed. She increased her movements, taking him in and out with ease. She was on fire and drawing closer to the release. He pressed his digits into her flesh while he sucked hungrily on her tongue. She lowered her body and he bucked. Fuck, she nearly came.

The female’s voice rose and Gwen broke free from Nikolaus’ lips. Gwen held onto her lover’s neck while she rode him hard. The music climbed along with Gwen’s need for an orgasm. It was as if she were in sync with the tune. The woman sang louder. Gwen swallowed his erection between her legs, taking him as far as he could go. He thrust, meeting her movements. She was so close. So close. And nothing would stop her.

The moment the music and the singer reached the highest part of the song, Gwen’s release came with gripping strength. Her insides tightened and contracted. Mouth open wide, she sucked in air. Nikolaus held her firmly as he pounded into her.

“Don’t stop, sweet one. I’m almost home,” he said.

She rocked her hips while her vaginal muscles spasmed and bliss swam through her. It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax. The violent throb of his shaft added life to Gwen’s. As the tension left him, she slowly relaxed against his body with her head on his shoulder. The pulses of their releases lingered with the applause from the audience.

She lifted her head when the next tune started. “That was…”

“Only the beginning,” he finished for her.

She cocked a brow. “There’s more?”

“Of course. I can’t let such a sweet woman out of my town without feasting upon her gorgeous body a few times. I may be old, but I’m as ravenous as any young man.”

Desire came alive within Gwen upon hearing the word ravenous. She liked it. Moreover, she entertained the idea of him providing her with a few more orgasms before she had to leave Vienna.

She pressed her lips to his. “Take me home, and I’ll spread my body out for you to enjoy.”

He kissed her back. “With pleasure.”

Gwen lifted slowly from his lap. She stood and her gown fell to her feet. Her knees shook slightly, so she held onto the back of Nikolaus’ seat to help her stay balanced.

Nikolaus removed a small white hankie from his pocket. He removed the condom, wrapped it in the cloth, then returned the linen where he’d taken it from. He rose, tucked his dick into his pants, then slid the zipper up. “Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

Smiling, he took her hand and escorted her from the box. Gwen couldn’t stop smiling as he led the way to the nearest exit. She’d had an incredible orgasm with him during a performance in the Opera House. It seemed crazy, but she felt so good. And yes, she had enjoyed the orchestra and the singers. But now it was time to spend her remaining hours with Nikolaus.

They left the famous building and rode to her hotel in an expensive black vehicle. Nikolaus held her hand and gazed at her the entire length of the drive. He lightly grazed the tips of fingers along one of her arms. The soft touch kept her nipples hard. She barely noticed when the car came to a halt in front of her hotel.

The lobby was quiet as Gwen and Nikolaus walked quickly through it. Gwen dug inside her purse as they headed for the elevator area. Nikolaus was a step ahead of her and hit the call button first. After a set of doors opened, they both stepped into the elevator.

“I’m hard thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”

Gwen pushed the dial for her floor, then looked at him. “And tell me, what do you plan to do to me?”

He stepped towards her and backed her against the wall. “I’m going to lick every inch of you while you spread yourself open for me.” He kissed her.

“I like the sound of that.” She pressed her lips to his.

Before they could deepen the kiss, the elevator dinged. As the doors opened, Nikolaus stepped to the side.

“Follow me,” Gwen said.

Lifting her dress, she strode down the hall. The carpet hushed her heels and Nikolaus’ shoes. Her heart thudded and excitement coursed through her. She reached her room and quickly inserted her card. Once she made it inside, she tossed her purse on the dresser and stopped in front of the large bed.

Nikolaus slid his jacket off as she kicked off her shoes. “I want to remove your dress.” He threw his jacket on the corner of the bed.

“If you insist.” She unfastened his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt. “Do you have another condom? If not, I have some.”

“Try my pocket.” He thrust his button-down off his shoulders.

Gwen found a foil packet in his pants before they fell to the floor. A T-shirt, boxers, and socks remained on his body. He stepped out of his shoes as he lifted the top over his head. Sparse salt and pepper hairs covered his torso. Although he was an older man, he had rows of muscles indicating he worked out regularly.

She held the package between her fingers. “Shall I put it on you?”

“By all means.”

Gwen ripped the foil with her teeth. While she removed the rubber, Nikolaus pushed his boxers down. His shaft jutted towards her.

She stroked his length with her hand. “This is a fine cock.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

She massaged his erection again, then rubbed her thumb over the head. “So hard.” She rolled the condom over his member.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

He bent and grasped the sides of her dress. As he slowly lifted it, Gwen raised her arms. He removed the gown and dropped it on the floor.

“Almost done.” He grinned as he hooked a finger on her underwear. He tugged them until they fell on their own. “Much better.”

Gwen reached around her back to unclasp her brazier. While she unhooked it, he slipped his hand between her legs.

“This is mine tonight.” He pushed a finger into her slit.

“If you insist.” She discarded her bra.