String Concert [Reserved for showdoll and I]

[Claret_Dreams]

Nothing was more appeasing to his ears than the sound of a bow running over the taut strings of a violin; though his taste in music was eclectic he preferred the high moan of a violin over the raucous scream of a guitar any day! So when the he had won tickets for the Forte Orchestra from a contest, he was more than eager to accept; but he needed a date of course.

This is where the problem was, he knew no one that was interested in going to such a concert, all the girls he knew were into the heavy scene, but that was what gave him his outlandish appeal - his preferences in several areas. Nichols had asked friends, some saying to give it a shot; which he did, while others were more accustomed to pick the male alternative, an escort. The concert was a treat for anyone, and not only did he have tickets to the best string concert of the year, he also had booth seats. Though he never came into communication with the girl they sent, he only wished himself luck on the appearance level. It was under short notice, which could ways relate into a bad selection on part of the escort service, but he made up for it with the price he was willing to pay.

Later that night, the concert came around and he was dressed up finely: a pair of dark slacks, black waistcoat, and ivory under shirt, with a silver tie to add the finishing touches. The service had asked for him to be waiting in front of the concert hall, and wait he did.

Checking his watch, his brows furrowed and he tapped his heels; it was a ten until eight - the time the show started - yet he waited, glancing up the flights of cement steps that lead to the immaculate building back to one side of the road, then the other. Leaned against the side of the horse statue, his head nestled between it’s thick metal plaque, he sighed, it seemed that either the escort or the service itself was unreliable; and this is where a degree of questioning his methods of getting a date came into play. In the back of his head he was just hoping that his gut feeling wasn’t true.

 

[showdolly]

When Delane arrived, she purposefully parked to the side of the theater. She made her way up the stairs at the leftmost edge of the building and waited there on the balcony until she recognized her suitor for the night. Smiling, she saw the man check his watch and tap his heels, then rest against the statue. Yes, that was enough time probably. Always fashionably late, Delane began to descend the stairs, the clip-clop of her heels echoing through the courtyard as she slowly made her way down from the balcony, her eyes focused on her man for the evening.

The dress she wore had been picked especially for tonight. It had been quite some time since she'd accompanied a man to such a place, and, though her job was simply to entertain her suitor, she was rather looking forward to such a date as this. There was no better way to allure her own charms than by the beautiful sounds of the perfected concerto. A fan of the men in the back, the ones who raised their arms high to beat upon the huge, white-headed kettle drums, Delane let her enthusiasm for his choice show as she approached him.

"Nichols. How nice of you to join me this evening. My apologies as to my late arrival - I shall make this up to you later." She gently brushed his cheek with her reddened lips as she took his elbow with her petite fingers. "Shall we?" The tall, busty brunette smiled sweetly at him, knowing that he'd want to keep her true identity and purpose hidden from the throngs of other concert-goers. That's always the way it was.... Keep it silent in the courtyard, but let yourself be known in the box. She grinned silently as she let her curvaceous hips swing, almost lewdly, as she glinted along in her heels. As soon as they reached the foyer area, she dropped her voice and leaned into his ear, knowing that only he could hear her in the volumous room. "I'm Delane. Pleasure's mine." She smiled again, and motioned towards the snack bar. "A drink to whet our whistles? Diet for me, please." She let him walk and retrieve their drinks, smiling sweetly as he returned and letting him lead the way.

 

[Claret_Dreams]

Deep in thought, he was drug out of it with the whisper into his ear; breath hitching as he swallowed. Her identity had been hidden to him even then because of her path of entry. Anxious to see what pick was chosen for him, he turned his head; and if he didn’t register that he had got the most breathtaking of the agencies women, her silk touch would confirm it. In the depths of his throat, he stammered with confusion, “How did you get-“ then he stopped himself and let his head drop with a sign, shutting his mouth before he sounded anymore foolish.

This was the first sign that he was not the generic suave type, in fact he had a quirkiness to him. Diligently he walked with her tagging along next to him, hand on the crook of his arm; this added to the illusion that she was his date. Looking over to her he meekly smiled and whispered to her while they ascended the steps, “You look fantastic tonight.” A large amount of consideration went into his compliment because he had always tried to focus on the lesser amount of erotic details of a woman’s body, yet in the back of his mind, he noted them always and that was what fueled his sexual appetite. White lies is all it was when a partner asked him why he liked her; but that wasn’t bad.

Even though the foyer was empty at the time there was a few lingering remnants of people that hadn’t gone to their seats yet, so when she whispered her name into his ear, he let a shaky breath leave his lips with him replying mischievously, “It will soon enough.” The suggestive retort was sparked by the attraction he had for the woman. Crossing the foyer floor to the wet bar, he ordered the drinks, and returned to her. Handing her the cheap plastic cup filled with a cola colored drink, he wrapped his arm around her waist and escorted her up the red carpet covered stairs until they came to the top floor which was reserved for VIPs.

Opening the door when he came to the booth door, he slipped through the threshold of the door and scooted to the side to allow her to enter behind him; still with a reserved smile on his lips, he eyed her. Moving from her heeled feet, up the slit that exposed her massive cleavage, then resting on her plush lips. Unknown to her, every moment he stood this way caused him to become even more attracted to her, though the physical extent was the curling of his toes and the threateningly close erection which he tried to keep from occurring.

 

[showdolly]

She nodded politely at him as she scooted past, her bum rubbing against his belt as she fit herself between him and the rearmost seat. Making her way down to the front, she crossed all the way over so that she was sitting on what would be their right hand side, and motioned for him to join her.
Soon the concert hall went dark, and they sat close, alone in their box. Glad that this particular theater had been updated recently, Delane raised the center armrest and scooted closer into Nichols, cuddling to him a bit as she smiled, resting her hand on his thigh.

"Great choice, by the way. It's been ages since I've been to the symphony, and certainly not on one of my... dates." She emphasized the last word, knowing that he knew exactly what she meant. Some of the men wanted everything, took her as an expensive prostitute. Some of them, a select few, simply needed an escort. Not knowing what she was in for tonight, she had to ask. Allowing her hand to creep slowly, slightly, up his thigh, she had her suspicions. A dark, private balcony booth? Yep, she was probably in for a screw of some sort tonight... what sort, one could never be sure.

"How late this concert to last? And... how long the date to last afterward? I'm yours all night if you need me." She smiled and let her hand play at his leg, not pressing too far until she knew for certain his plans, hopes, and budget for the evening.

 

[Claret_Dreams]

Nichols tried to ignore the hand that crept up his inner thigh, letting every sexual sensation that ran through his mind turn in a blank image. It was the only way he could keep from maintaining the degree of control he had over himself in front of such an alluring woman. Other temptations about her, other than her exterior appearance, began to make it harder to keep it up; from her silky vocalization of her words to her seductive charm to her intoxicating scent, he was in for a long ride!

"Great choice, by the way. It's been ages since I've been to the symphony, and certainly not on one of my... dates." she said to him, and he knew exactly what she meant in the back of his head; but tried to block the thought of her on her knees, a penis being pushed eagerly between her willingly rounded lips.

Thankfully the concert started up, with the opening being the squeal of a violin. Assuming this would end her forward advances and end the temptation that was presented to him, he was wrong; in fact it only made her hand creep further into his thigh. Instinct took over then as his body took over his libido; twitching and erecting the closer she got into his thigh; the thin material of the trousers did little to hide it. Soon enough, the black material was hoisted as if a tent with his throbbing phallus as the rod to keep it up.

“"How late this concert to last?” she would inquire, piquing erotic imagery, and soon he concocted a response but never vocalized it, as long as I have you in my clutched, darling. Then came the latter part of her question and her proposition afterward, “How long the date to last afterward? I'm yours all night if you need me.” Running his tongue over his lips, he shot a glance over at her as his hand stiffly began to wrap around her shoulder to place against her forearm. Closing his hand over the flesh, she could feel his nails lightly digging into her skin impatiently as if trying to control it.

“Is that so?” he whispered back to her, a purr momentarily slipping from his lips before he closed them, “Well the date...”, he stopped thinking about his earlier thought up response, “It’ll last as long as we need, I don’t have classes tomorrow and I have the day off tomorrow.” Beaming a smile at her when he turned his head; yet he was solely disappointed in himself when he canted his head down to press his lips to the crook of her neck. “I want you right now, I can’t lie,” he whispered with a shaky growl.

Kissing further up her neck in a feverish manner, he twisted his body in the seat, letting his hand on the opposite side of them both come to push against her shoulder, leaning her back with ease until her upper body was laid against the end armrest, her lower body still situated comfortably in the seat. Leaning over her then, head wedged between her shoulder and head, he continued to kiss up her neck, coming to her earlobe where he hotly whispered, “All night I’ve been wondering how good your cunt would feel when I was shoving it into you,” he ended it with a light chuckle, tongue flickering out over her earlobe. Running his hand that had wrapped around her down until it was situated on her waist, he let his fingers massage her hip until it slipped down between the cushion and her rear to caress the flesh of her rear.

 

[showdolly]

Delane giggled softly when Nichols announced his wanting of her. Yes, of course he did, she was
used to that and had taken it for granted. Besides, she could, um, see that. She lay back for him
and let him tease and tempt her in the darkness of the concert hall, smiling and lifting her chin
to allow him better access to her fair skin.
As he wriggled his way beneath her buttocks, she lifted herself to ease his motion and then
pressed herself into him, letting one leg raise slightly to his pleasure. SHe kissed him, teased
him with her tongue, and whispered in his ear.

"That impatient, are we?" A small giggle eminated from her lips. "Well, I think we might can take
care of you here. Why don't you let the monster loose for me, huh babe?" She smiled, kissed him
again, and without waiting for an answer began unbuttoning and unzipping his concert slacks while
letting the top of her own dress slip down to bare one nipple for his pleasure (and hers).
She pressed herself into his mouth and snaked her hands' way into his pants, taking hold of the
monster he caged there and pulling at him lewdly as she found the monster's neck. She giggled
again, still softly so as not to be heard, then slipped beneath his bended body to gain better
access to his hardened manhood. Revealing the swollen tip of his cock from behind his underwear,
Delane teased his cockhead with her tongue and let the shoulder of her dress fall further to
bare yet another breast.
She sighed when he'd take her with his hands or mouth, and soon had engulfed his own pride with
her wet lips, teasing the crest and slit of his hardness with her pink muscle and sucking at him
as quietly as she could manage. Within a few more moments, she had his pants further down his
thighs and let her tongue and lips do the walking as she prepared his shaft for entry by slowly
wetting him. Without warning, she stuffed his entirety in her mouth and held him at the back of
her throat, imitating a swallow as she deepened her hold on him still and pressed his balls up
and into his body. She hummed along to the tune that the violins carried just now, and soon began
imitating the beat of the tympani with her fingers along the muscles hidden by his sac. She
rubbed into him, using a circular motion, and cooed at every move or slight noise he made. Delane
knew that soon she'd have to let his mouth penetrate her own sex, for his climax would overcome
him too loudly for such a place as this, and he'd need a secret place to yell his pleasure.

For now, though, she was content to milk him with her mouth, sucking and licking quietly while
he tried his damndest to keep quiet at the professional movements of her mouth and hands. If
she got the chance, she'd smile at him, lick her lips, or tauntingly bite her teeth in his
general direction. She pulled and tugged at what of his shaft wasn't inside of her mouth, or at
his precious twin boys, or pinch at his tender cockhead should it appear. She loved using circles
either with her tongue at his mushroomed helmet or with her fingers along his body or behind his
scrotum as she teased and tempted him beyond his seeming control.
"What's the matter, baby? Need to make some noise? Come'ere and moan into Delane's pussy then.
Make all the noise you want, and lick at my sopping sex with your strong, hot tongue." She tried
to keep it quiet, certainly glad now that they had their own booth as she turned to his pleasure
to let them both have access to one another. Balcony box was the best place for a romp like this,
in Delane's personal opinion. No better backdrop than a crowd of silent, ignorant people and the
music of the masters, no one the wiser. None whatsoever.