I had a great new boyfriend who was a bit posh. I really loved the way he showered me with gifts but it was not his money that I was attracted to, it was him. He was a very nice person and I loved the way that he looked after me and did not seem to be after just one thing like most of the boys that I had been with before. The thing is that my breasts are pretty large and I like to show them off, but it seems to attract the wrong type of men, this time I picked a good one.
Another thing that I really liked about him was that he chose dates that I would never have dreamt about before. We had been horse riding, to an opera and to watch a polo match and today we were going to the theatre. My past boyfriends just used to take me to McDonalds or the cinema which was okay but not as interesting or exciting.
Tonight felt rather like Pretty Woman as my boyfriend had gone out and picked me a special outfit to wear to the theatre. He said that he wanted me to feel as special as I looked. It was a very pretty black cocktail dress which was very short and he insisted that I wear no tights underneath. I was happy to oblige. I loved how the dress made me look, emphasising my long legs and low cut at the front.
When he picked me up, he had a glint in his eye and I supposed he had a very good night planned, which was fine with me. When we got to the theatre he explained that he had hired a box for us, so that we could be a bit more private. I liked the sound of that and was even more pleased when we arrived and he ordered some champagne. We had a drink during the first half of what I thought was a rather dull play. He soon made it interesting though. Just before the interval he whispered in my ear, demanding that when the play took a break I should go to the loo and remove my knickers and place them in my handbag. I was so excited that I could hardly keep still in my seat for the remainder of that half and I did exactly what he asked during the interval.
As soon as the lights went down for the second half he started kissing me. He was kneeling between my legs and could bury his head between my breasts. He was son forcing me forwards on the chair and I pulled up my dress so I was no longer sitting on it. It felt rather good feeling my naked bottom on the plush velvet seat covering and I knew that there would soon be a wet patch on there. His fingers were soon exploring inside me and it was lucky his mouth was covering mine as I could have easily cried out. He knew exactly where to touch me and how hard and it felt fantastic. He then removed his lips from mine and again whispered in my ear. This time instructing me to lean over the balcony as if I was getting a better view of the play. He stood behind me and I could hear him undo the zip of his trousers and he then felt for my pussy hole with his fingers. He gently directed his cock inside me.
I knew that I needed to be quiet. He had chosen a particularly emotional and quiet scene of the play to spear my pussy as hard as he could. I was concentrating so hard on being quiet and not moving that I did not enjoy it to start with. However, as his thrusts increased in speed and his cock swelled up inside me, I was in ecstasy. I bit my lips as my orgasm built inside me and he thrust harder and harder. I was sure he would come soon or run out of energy but he was endless, pumping and then rubbing his fingers on my clit.
At this point I could hardly contain my pleasure and I had to cough loudly just to release some of it. I then forgot myself and began to thrust back on him. I was totally overtaken by passion and lust and threw my head back. I then saw that the couple in the box opposite us were watching. The woman obviously had her opera glasses pointing in our direction rather than at the stage and this spurred me on. I wanted to impress him, make him feel good, show him that I was a girlfriend worth keeping but also put on a good show for them.
As I speared myself back and forth on my cock I worked my pussy. I gripped his cock as he entered me, making it feel tighter and also making me feel fuller. Every time I gripped him, my body shuddered and he started to thrust faster so I had to match his rhythm and grip more and more quickly. Soon I was just rocking and continuously gripping him. He was having trouble moving and I felt his hands grasp my ass cheeks and he gripped them and moved my body using them. It was not long until I was coming, pushing down even harder on his cock and pulsating throughout my body. I could feel my juices flooding out of me every time I had another orgasm and there was a big gush as he pulled out of me. I was disappointed but he quickly repositioned himself and was underneath my skirt, parting my legs and licking my juices and clit. He massaged my clit gently and then harder and just as I was about to come he pushed some fingers inside me and I pressed down on those and had one final orgasm. I looked up with a satisfied smile at the watching couple and they quickly turned away pretending they had not been watching. I didn't care, I knew that they were just jealous!