Encounter at the Opera
Copyright© 2019 by Guillaume W. Bourgogne
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - An evening at the opera, I stand in the « posti in piedi » to watch la Tosca. A young woman glues her body on mine in the dark. My hands and my fingers explore progressively her nether regions. I play her body and I drive her to climax at the very moment where Floria Tosca screams in despair. Slow. The story becomes hot during the 1st act.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant BDSM DomSub MaleDom Exhibitionism Slow
1st Act.
I still have the last notes of the prologue in my head. The first act starts in a blur. We are watching now Floria Tosca in a passionate discussion with Cavaradossi in the church.
Puccini’s music always makes the same impact on me.
I have been exposed to these notes a zillion of times, and I cannot resist it. I am trapped.
I stand in the corner of the gallery, one of my favorite places. It is one of the few places where standing people have a full picture of the interaction between characters.
On my right side, a young woman moves closer to me. She tries to have a better picture as she cannot see the right side of the stage. I barely see her silhouette. She is quite shorter than me, a petite frame. I make some space and indicate with a gest to come where I was myself. I will stand behind her. It is not easy to communicate without making noise disturbing the other people around us. I cannot tell whether she did not understand my gesture or if she is just shy and reserved. She gets closer yet leaves some space between us. In moving 20 or 25cm further, she still would not disturb me or anybody else, and she would also see the action in a much better way.
Without even thinking about it, I move my hand and place it in the small of her back. With a light pressure, I push her to come closer. A gentle yet firm move.
I sense the tension at the very moment where I place my hand on her clothes. Something like a reflex reaction. She is caught by surprise. I do not want to pressure her for anything, but she cannot know my intentions. She stands now close to me and I can feel her chills from time to time. I guess that she never expected that someone would not preserve the safety distance expected between two persons who do not know each other at all.
I sense the tension.
After positioning her in front of me, my hand slipped on her hip. I realize that I left it there for more than thirty minutes.
She is still watching the stage and the action.
Tosca has left now, and the former consul Angelotti is now learning where to hide in Cavaradossi’s house.
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