The Orchestra - WLW

Transcript

I sit here waiting in this lush chair up on the balcony of the theater. The private box I reserved for our privacy tonight to enjoy the show. I know I'm not here to watch the orchestra, though that's what I told you.

I sit there in anticipation, waiting for your arrival, waiting to implement the plan I have for you. The orchestra is setting up on the stage and the people ramble as they get to their seats, our secret unbeknownst to them. This has been a fantasy for a while and I've wanted to bring you somewhere where we can have a little excitement.

Right then I hear your footfalls, you ask where box number nine is, and the concierge brings you to me. You are ravishing looking. I see you got my package.

That dress looks incredible on you. I know it's not your typical style and it's much more revealing than you would have chosen for yourself, but I must admit I did make an excellent choice. The shoes with the open toe strap around your ankle.

You look like a statuesque painting. That's a cute smile you have. The fabric as you stand there, soaking, laying across the curves of your body, gently falling to the floor, a slit right up your left leg, almost obscenely high, low cut with thin straps around your delicate shoulders, an open back just above that curvy ass as the fabric flows down like a waterfall to the back.

Your hardened nipples press against the silken fabric, shiny, leaving no room for mystery or question, still covered up for decency at the orchestra of course. I see you've got the gloves too. I've always liked the opera length ones, they go all the way up the arms, kind of hides you but still shows off your form, allows for peaks of flesh, those are going to come in handy later, you'll see.

I stand up, come close to you, take you in, smelling the perfume gently wafting off of your warmed flesh, the blush careening over your skin, emphasizing your excitement and nervousness. I come close and kiss your neck, the long earrings dangling down, push against my cheek. I breathe you in as I slide my hand on the inside of your thigh, right up to the crest of where your warmth and wetness are.

Now that's a good girl, nothing on underneath. Don't be shy now, you know that's exactly how I like you. Don't worry, no one can see, they're too busy getting into their seats.

Just then, the lights blink five times to warn us that the show is about to start and the orchestra begins their warm up. The concierge then comes over and closes the curtains behind us, heavy red velvet trimmed in gold, it is an obscene scene full of opulence, but it is definitely appreciated the privacy that we have now. As the orchestra finishes up their warm up, and people begin to clamor to their seats, I drop to my knees.

I have a soaking bag wrapped around my wrist and I open it up. I slide my tongue on the inside of your thigh, tracing up where the slit allows me access. I come between your legs and I lick, you move, licking up at you, don't move.

You promised I could have whatever I want tonight, and this is what I want, don't move. And I go back to my task at licking slowly right between your lips, tasting your arousal and your excitement, a few more of those and I give a quick suckle, leaving my red lipstick planted there, mine. I then slick with my tongue in my mouth, I dampen a thick bulbous apparatus and I slide it inside of you, stretching you open, hearing your whimpers as I begin to enter you, a surprise you were not quite expecting.

You usually do expect my fingers, however tonight we're doing something different. I inch it up inside you and you feel it heavy and filling you, not quite stretching but definitely weighted and you know it's there. I stand up and tell you to hold on to that, to follow me and take your seat.

I lead you over to yours and I sit in mine, crossing my legs. This is a beautiful scene, isn't it? Now look at me.

You're going to watch the orchestra and you're going to enjoy your night. I have this control over here and I'm going to use it. It will vibrate inside of you and you are not to make a sound.

I pull out another apparatus out of the silken satchel and I place it right on your clit. Now you will lean forward and you will sit on that. Both of these will be going off and vibrating against you.

I want to see how long it is before you come, how much you can control yourself. Caveat is, we must mind our manners here at the orchestra. The lights begin to blink five more times and dim on the last.

The conductor steps out and the crowd falls silent. You still look at me and I begin to turn them on slowly. A low rumble inside of you.

Your wetness beginning to seep and grow. The one on your clit sits there, vibrating up against it. Your throbbing and aching just begins as an ember that will grow into a fierce, fiery pleasure as the night goes on.

Let's see if you can make it. Now, if I hear a single sound from you, that glove on your hand will be shoved into your mouth. You'll make a sound.

The second one is going to be wrapped around your face. I'm pretty sure you don't want anybody seeing that smudged makeup. I didn't think so and you're going to be a sweet girl for me, aren't you? I knew you would.

You're going to become even more ravishing tonight. I want to see that blush fall over your body, flustered, excited. Now, I sit back in my chair and watch you as you enthrall yourself with the sounds coming up from the stage, seeing the people below you, knowing there are other balcony boxes on either side of us.

They could possibly see you if they decided to lean forward like you. It would be easy to get caught here. As the music begins to crescendo, I turn up the vibrations on side and I watch you squirm to hold back a whimper, your shoulders twitching, trying to hold it.

The fabrics swing as you bounce your leg, your nervous little tick that you do when you want more. You glance over at me, I smile, I lean into you to whisper, oh, it's not going to stay this easy, don't you dare come. The pleading in your eyes begins to grow as well, they soften.

You pierce your eyebrows at me a little bit, looking at me like you want more and for me to release you. It's so cute that you think I'm going to. The orchestra continues to play on, ebbs and flows from emotion to emotion.

I watch you there, not moving, not increasing, leaving the dullness right there for you to ache for more. I turn it up, even higher, both of them. You wince in your chair and make out a small little peep and I glance right over at you and turn it off.

You look at me, I told you, no sound. I will let you come if you're good, but you're not following my instructions, I said not a sound. This is your one and only warning, unless you want to bring attention to yourself, I'm pretty sure everybody here would like to know what's happening in box nine up in the balcony.

I turn them back on, on high, you hold back a gasp and look at me, pleading, angry almost. I'm amused by you, I just smile. I'm the one in control here, not you.

You're just a toy, sweet thing, for me to torment tonight and I want to test your resolve. How good are you for me? How much do you want to give in to me, sweet thing? Your breath becomes erratic, heavier, breathing from your chest.

Your breasts bounce in the fabric, ripples down. Your nipples harder than ever, they swell and fill out more. Your hips move, trying so hard to eke out the pleasure.

I turn it down. I can see the frustration in your posture, leaning forward against it, the chair vibrating quietly, the music covering up your sounds and your heavy breathing. I come over, walk behind you, whispering in your ear as I move the hair back from your neck, licking up and blowing, whispering in your ear, such a good girl you are, but you're going to have to do more than that to please me, you are not allowed to come.

I reach around and slide my hand down and grab your breast, squeezing away from sight, pulling you against the back of the chair. Close your eyes and feel me against you, my hands digging in. I reach around with the other one and slide my fingers between your lips onto your clit, feeling all the wetness and arousal, leaking out and seeping all over you, spreading it around your lips and feeling your swollen clit throbbing up against me as you move your hips, feeling you push against me, sliding my fingers up and down, reaching to you.

Then I move away, put my fingers in your mouth, suck on them, clean them off. We can't have anybody seeing any of your wetness on me now, can we? I grab your throat with my gloved, satin hand and squeeze.

Now, we don't have that much more time before intermission, and I'm pretty sure I know exactly how badly you want to come, don't you? Yeah, you want to explode here onto me, so I can taste you, bring you in my mouth. I let go and go back to my seat.

I grab the controls, dainty little things they are, and turn it all the way up right as the music begins to crescendo. I watch you move your hips, looking at me, trying so hard not to release, yet begging with every fiber of your being to release and let go. As the music quiets, I turn it off, right before you're about to orgasm.

I'm too afraid you'll make too much noise. No, you won't. Well, you've never been quiet before.

This is a test of your resolve, my dear. How long are you going to want it? How long are you going to hold out? How long are you going to follow my commands? To your orgasm, you can release it at any time.

But you won't do that, will you? You won't disappoint me. As if you do, I might just have to lean you over this balcony and let everybody watch me teach you a lesson.

My hands against your ass, making it red, fabric and dress lifted over your head, dangling down this, and let everybody see what a dirty little whore you are. Good. I turn it back up, increasing the intensity with the ebb and flow of the music, making your cunt dance around with it, making you literally feel it.

Every vibration going through you, the music in your ears, the throbbing ache, the desire between your legs wanting to come and crescendo all together, your struggle to keep quiet, muffled sounds coming from pierced lips trying so hard to stay quiet. Mmm. That's exactly it.