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“How's this? I figured it was best to dress formally.” The suit was tailored to fit Romy's body perfectly, hugging her well-built form. Romy had slicked back her dark hair, making her look like a butch movie star, ready for the Academy Awards. Emerald quietly swooned in her velvet chaise, bringing the martini glass close to her lips.
“My, you look positivelydashing!” Emerald cooed, standing to greet Romy. Stepping towards Romy, she couldn't resist the urge to finger the lapels of the tuxedo jacket, testing her limits of how close she could get to Romy. And to her surprise, Romy allowed her. “This is a gorgeous suit; it fits yousowell. Where did you get it?”
Romy gave Emerald a cocky grin and replied, “I've had it for years. Working with high-profile clients, I sometimes need to dress up to fit in. Besides, I never know when a beautiful actress will invite me to a fancy opera, so it's good to be prepared.”
Romy slyly winked, and Emerald nearly fainted.Oh my god! Is Romy flirting with me? I must be having some kind of effect, after all!
Suddenly, Emerald received a message on her phone that her driver was ready and waiting outside. Signaling Romy to follow, she lightly kissed Marilyn on the cheek. “Goodnight; we will see you in the morning.”
“Night, dear. Oh, and please be careful,” Marilyn said, a look of concern in her eyes. Picking up on the housekeeper's expression, Romy said reassuringly, “Don't worry; she is in good hands.”
I'll bet I am!Emerald thought to herself as the women exited the mansion and traveled toward their respective vehicles.
Emerald and Romy were seated in the plush seats of her private VIP section of the Amelia Caruso Opera House within an hour. The curtains had lifted as the women became surrounded by the symphonious music and sumptuous stage decor. Emerald stirred in her seat, unable to concentrate amidst the alluring atmosphere. The warm scent of Romy's cologne permeated through Emerald like an aphrodisiac, and her pussy tingled with arousal.
Suddenly Emerald had a scandalous thought that couldn't be ignored. She craved to be pleasured by her handsome bodyguard. She could sense Romy's walls breaking down and knowing that they would be hidden in their private box, she placed a hand on Romy's dress pants and leaned in with a soft whisper, “Hey, I'mreallyhorny for you. I'm not wearing any panties under my dress. I want you to go down on me here. Right now. In this box.”
Emerald's eyes traveled to watch Romy's expression, which was a combination of confusion and slight alarm. Romy turned her face to whisper back, “What? Here? What do you mean?” Romy turned her head to look around the aisle. “There is staff here who could catch us!”
She was smirking as she traced her fingertips lightly over Romy's hand. “I know! Isn't that exciting? The thought of you between my legs, surrounded by the beauty of the opera, is making me so wet.” Emerald became even more daring, touching the tip of Romy's earlobe and giving it a tiny lick. Then, purring, she added, “Don't worry. You know we have further security just outside our door whose main job is to make sure nobody comes in.”
Romy shifted in her seat and bit her lip. Emerald could tell that Romy was turned on by the idea, even though she tried to remain professional. Emerald was determined to entice her; Romy seemed almost convinced. “I promise we won't get caught. Wait, I'll give you a sample, so you can taste what I'm offering.”
Through the slit, Emerald slid her hand up her gown towards her pubic bone. Reaching below, she touched her vulva, gathering her wetness on her fingertips. Then, she whispered insistently, “Open your mouth. I'm your client, and I am paying you to serve me. That means inevery way possible.Open.”
Emerald wasn’t sure how Romy would respond and it looked for a moment like Romy would turn her down. Her fingers were centimetres from Romy’s lips. She waited. Seconds later, Romy’s mouth opened slightly and Emerald pushed her fingers lightly inside. Romy sucked on the finger and hummed.
This was having exactly the effect that Emerald had desired. The line between professional and personal had been crossed now.
“Get on your knees for me,” she leant and whispered in Romy’s ear.
She parted her legs and waited, leaning back even further in her velvet-lined chair as a hesitant, yet intrigued-looking Romy looked around carefully one last time before slowly lowering herself to her knees. It greatly aroused Emerald to have her strapping, powerful butch in a submissive position, looking up at her, with approval. “How’s this? Can anyone see me?” Romy whispered as Emerald smiled, shaking her head no.
As much as Emerald enjoyed being more dominant, she also craved when someone could assume control of her body. For Emerald, the test of a good lover was a woman who could read the nuances of her desire and respond to the language of her movements. So rather than provide Romy with instructions on how she wanted to be pleasured, she tried to sit back and allow Romy to work her own magic. “I feel like you'd know exactly what to do with me.” Then, giving her bodyguard a wink, Emerald added, “Let's see if I'm right.”
Emerald closed her eyes, feeling the hem of her gown rise with the touch of Romy's hands. As her palms glided up Emerald's thighs, she felt fingers deftly inch toward her pussy, which was already soaked with juices. Emerald could make out the shadow of Romy's head through the dark opera hall as it moved between her legs.
She placed her hands firmly on Romy, guiding her closer until she felt a flick of Romy's tongue on her clit. Slowly, her tongue traced around Emerald’s clitoris and ran through her folds. Emerald moaned softly as her entire body relaxed against Romy's mouth. She pressed her pubic bone harder into Romy’s mouth as the licks quickened with urgency. “Carry on like that and I’ll come in your mouth,” Emerald growled, almost forgetting they were in public.
Romy made a few muffled sounds as she continued to eat Emerald's pussy, switching between caressing movements of her tongue and focused suckling. The actress moved in tandem with Romy as her hips found a matching rhythm to Romy's mouth.
Intuitively, Romy looked up at Emerald, showing the actress her hand.
Emerald nodded vigorously. Romy’s fingers were exactly what she needed right now. Her body was on fire, and there was no turning back. Sheneededto come.
She felt Romy’s fingers pushing firmly inside of her and landing firmly at her G spot. She moaned, luckily drowned out by the music. The feeling building inside of her was delicious. Slowly, Romy’s fingers moved in and out, hitting her G spot every time. It began to create waves of pleasure deep inside Emerald. Her eyes rolled back as Romy’s mouth fixed back on her clitoris. Part of her couldn't believe that Romy had opened her mouth when she told her too and started all of this, and at the same time, Emerald couldn't imagine it any other way.
Emerald heard her own moans, trying to be mindful of her volume, but a more powerful force was building inside of her that would soon erupt like a volcano. Romy continued to stroke deep inside Emerald, quicker and harder. Finally, Emerald could feel an orgasm from within the depths of her body as pleasure overcame her.
The music surged within the hall as the stage came alive with symphonic cacophony. Every muscle within Emerald seized as a hot, white energy shot through her. Lost in ecstasy, she grabbed Romy's hair and held her head tightly as she rode out her orgasm.
While Emerald was still shaking from her climax, Romy slowly rose from the ground, slinking back in her seat. Emerald could feel her heart beating with a thrill that brought her life. Allowing her breath to return to normal, she sat quietly beside Romy and adjusted her dress.
As both women faced the stage, Emerald noticed Romy raise her fingers towards Emerald’s face. Emerald turned to meet her gaze.
“I want you to taste yourself.” Romy said quietly.
Emerald grinned, squealing on the inside.Finally, I may have found a lover that can keep up with me!She opened her mouth and sucked delicately on Romy’s fingers tasting the sweet muskiness of her orgasm on Romy’s strong fingers.
