Miss White

The theatre was dimly lit with small candles burning at every table, their flames flickering and swaying as people were rushing by ready to take their seats and experience the angelic voice of the artist that was about to perform this evening.It was warm in here and I couldn't quite decide whether it was from the temperature of the venue or if it was because I was so eager to catch another glimpse of the mysterious singer I had laid my eyes on earlier that evening. Either way I was feeling hot under my figure hugging dress that was clinging to my womanly curves. Being a young lady alone I was lucky enough to be appointed with an amazing view of the stage. As I sipped on my beer from it's glass neck an aroma from a high quality cigar filled the air and it's trail of smoke led my eyes to a well dressed gentleman with thick white hair swigging on a large tumbler of scotch which was almost certainly fine and mature. Judging from the conversations that were taking place behind me this was the ladies husband.The band came on stage and silence fell as the crowd eagerly awaited for the beautiful goddess to grace the room. I saw her again. Miss white was wearing black leather trousers which fit perfectly on her tight apple bottom and a comfy but smart tight tee that smoldered her voluptuous breasts hungrily. Her jet black hair glistened in the light and I stared straight into her eyes willing for her to notice me. I wanted so badly to touch her, smell her and taste her.The sound of miss whites voice as she spoke to the crowd echoed through me and as the people applauded I gently tapped on my thigh with a soft hand sending vibrations up my leg and under my dress bouncing off of my bare naked pussy. As her heavenly voice filled the microphone I closed my eyes and sensed my lips urging themselves apart wanting to let my wetness flow freely. But I had to concentrate and come back to reality, I wanted to enjoy her for as long as i could.Her sweet vocals were belting through the halls I turned to take a glance at her man. He was also mesmerized by his wife. I imagined them making love and the lady humming seductive melodies whilst he was fucking her, entering her gently as she sung and pumping her harder until she screamed. He was letting nobody distract him and he's eyes did not move from the same spot. Maybe he was deciding how he was going to remove the leather trousers from her shapely legs after the performance. I too thought how I would do it and imagined myself taking them from her thighs with my teeth and tasting the leather. Would her mound be hairy or shaven? And how wet would she become at the feel of another woman's lips on her lady bits.?Finally as she opened her mouth to sing another note she made eye contact with me. I smiled. And the sight of miss whites glistening tongue made me want her more and more. I wanted her to eat me until my cunt was sopping wet from my love juices. I again stopped daydreaming and realised my hand had slipped under my skirt and up my toned thigh. I tensed my muscles as I took a quick gaze around the room to make sure nobody had seen me. Luckily the table was covering my voyeurism but I noticed Mr white too had a bulge in his trousers. Surely he was reading my mind and taking in the view of his stunning soul mate that was being adored by fans before him. I removed my hand from underneath the table and gently caressed the inside of my neck. It was time for the singers last song and again I noticed my other hand had strayed underneath my skirt.only this time i was using my fingers to tease my hard clitoris. I knew they had both clocked me and hoped for an invite backstage after the show. I did not want to bring my self to orgasm, I just wanted to play and prepare myself. The show ended and Mr white sent another alcoholic beverage to my table. I thanked him with eye contact and a smile and blushed when he winked at me back. As I took a gulp from my fresh drink he rose from his chair and started to approach me..........To be continued