Passion at the Opera (3 page)

He circled his thumb on her leg and longing snaked up her thigh. Moisture seeped between her legs. She lifted her breasts slightly as she leaned towards the table.

“You wouldn’t possibly have time to escort me to a few of those historic sites you talked about in the car, would you?” Gwen asked.

“I’m afraid I have appointments tomorrow, but I do have an extra ticket to the show,” Nikolaus said as he slid his hand under her skirt.

Her panties dampened more. “Can I buy the ticket from you?”

“No.” He scooted his hand closer to her pussy. “I won’t accept money from such an attractive, smart and daring woman. It wouldn’t seem right.”

Stephen’s phone rang. Gwen and Nikolaus both jerked their gazes to him as Stephen thrust a hand inside his pocket.

He glanced at his cell. “It’s my wife. Excuse me.” He rose, pressing the phone to his ear and leaving the white napkin on his chair.

Gwen watched as Stephen walked away and left her alone with Nikolaus. The timing seemed perfect since Mr Blue Eyes was inching close to her sex.

“Do you think Stephen has a ticket I can buy?” she asked, spreading her legs wider. “Since I’m guessing I can’t get my hands on yours.”

He brushed his digits along her shaved lips. “He always keeps a couple for business associates just as I do, but I doubt he’d offer them to you. As for laying your hands on mine, that is a possibility.”

“You should know I am good with my hands.” She placed her palm on his thigh.

“They are lovely hands and I have little doubt they are useful.” He slipped a finger into her slit. “Mm…I do love arousing a woman.”

“Consider me aroused.” She pressed her tongue between her lips.

He leaned closer to her and put his other arm on the table. “That is a naughty tongue you have there.”

He rubbed his digit over her clit again and again, making her wetter and setting her hormones on fire. Her body hungered for more of his touch.

“I do enjoy licking hard objects,” she said, gazing into his gorgeous eyes. She moved her hand to the centre between his legs and found a rather large bulge. “I see you have candy.”

He chuckled, then pushed a finger inside her. “I certainly do my sweet one.”

Gwen sucked in a quick breath as he delved deeper and tantalised her swollen nub with his thumb. What was it about this man that turned her on so much? She normally didn’t fall for older guys, but everything about Nikolaus made her want to climb onto his lap and go for a ride. She arched her back, spread her knees farther apart and rocked ever so slightly into his touch. Her hunger for him and the release he could provide continued to climb.

She smoothed her hand over the solid lump in his pants and felt it twitch. “What’s a woman like me have to do to see the Opera tomorrow night?”

“I could think of a few things,” he said as he slid within her slickness, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

Blood rushed through her. She massaged his length and yearned for it to fill her.

“I have a few in mind, too, but would they get me into the Opera tomorrow night?” A soft moan slipped from her after he pushed another two digits inside her slippery channel.

“Such an interesting opportunity.” He gazed with wide eyes at her. “Eager to take it?”

Her heart beat fast. The moment of ecstasy drew near. She stroked his shaft and cupped his balls. “I’m very eager.”

“Where are you staying?”

“The Ring Hotel.”

“Good choice.”

“Will I get to see the Opera?”

He pumped his fingers deeper and she lost control. An orgasm broke free and her walls contracted. A wave of bliss drifted through her and calmed her racing heart.

“I will gladly give you my extra ticket for more of that.” He leaned to kiss her.

Stephen emerged from the next room. “Sorry about that.”

Nikolaus backed away with a deep groan. He turned to Stephen with a disapproving frown. As Stephen sat, Gwen withdrew her hand from Nikolaus’ crotch.

“Did I miss anything?” Stephen shifted his gaze from his friend to Gwen while he scooted closer to the table.

“No, but I did.” Nikolaus slowly withdrew from her pussy.

Stephen’s crinkled eyebrows reflected his state of confusion.

“Is everything okay at your home?” Gwen hoped for a quick change of the subject.

“Yes, one of my daughters has a play at her school and my wife wanted to make sure I’d be on time. I have a habit of showing up late.” Stephen sipped on his drink.

Another phone buzzed. This time, Nikolaus reached into his pocket. He tapped the screen before he pressed the small device to his ear. “This is Nikolaus.”

Gwen inhaled deeply and crossed her legs. She disliked interruptions and wished she could sneak away with Nikolaus. The orgasm he’d given had relaxed her, but now she hungered for more. She rubbed her hands together and recalled the feeling of his hardness. She wanted it, wanted his member pumping into her. Which wouldn’t happen in the restaurant with Stephen sitting at the table.

“Yes, I am aware of his visit,” Nikolaus scooted away from her.

He rose from the velvety bench and walked away from the table.

Stephen set his glass on the table. “Do excuse him. He’s often interrupted and has to leave. It’s a drawback of owning so many businesses.”

Leave? Anxiety stirred in Gwen’s stomach. She hadn’t confirmed plans for the Opera with Nikolaus. They hadn’t discussed attire or if she should meet him. How would she get inside the building without him?

“He offered me his extra ticket,” Gwen said.

“I’m not surprised. He’s fond of you.”

Warmth breached the surface of her cheeks. “He seems kind and generous.”

“He’s a good friend. If you join him tomorrow night, I’m certain you’ll have an excellent time.”

Three male waiters appeared with large round trays. Without delay, they placed plate after plate on the table. Gwen’s taste buds watered at the sight of the variety of beautifully decorated dishes. Had Nikolaus ordered everything on the menu?

Stephen’s cell chimed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I can’t believe how much he ordered.”

Stephen stared at his phone, then sighed. “Damn.” He typed a response on the screen.

After the waiters disappeared, Gwen asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Nikolaus had to leave. He said to tell you to enjoy the food and he’ll be in touch.”

Gwen’s mood quickly plummeted. She feared her chances at getting into the Opera House were shrinking by the second, much like his erection probably had. What a shame. He’d been a gentleman and his touch had delivered a wonderful orgasm. If only she could’ve experienced more with him.

She glanced at the table. The delicious food no longer appealed to her, yet she didn’t want it to go to waste. She’d have to take a bite of everything to say she’d tried each dish.

“Don’t worry.” Stephen returned the phone to his pocket. “If he offered you the ticket and said he’d be in touch, he will. He’s a man true to his word.”

Hope crept into her soul and she perked up. “Do you really think so?”

He lifted a fork. “Absolutely.” He winked at her. “Trust me.”

Excitement fluttered through her. He knew the hotel she was staying at and had her full name. All he needed to do was ring the front desk and they’d transfer him. Or he might even show up. Anything was possible. And since he and his cock seemed to have a keen interest in her, perhaps he would appear unexpectedly. The chances were looking better.

Gwen grabbed her golden utensil and speared a vegetable next to a hearty piece of juicy meat on one of the dishes. Thick and solid is how she imagined his shaft based on what she’d felt. And she couldn’t wait to take him deep inside her.

Chapter Three

Gwen stepped from the bathroom with a fluffy robe tied around her waist and a towel holding her wet hair above her head. Belly full and body cleansed, she proceeded to the bed. Dinner had been delightful with Stephen after Nikolaus had left. She and Stephen had exchanged comical stories about their children while they taste tested every dish. Somehow they’d switched to the topic of music and he’d rambled on about the various artists who’d preformed at the Opera House. Overall, the evening ended on a pleasant note even though she had no confirmation of admittance to the performance tomorrow night.

She stopped at the dresser and tugged open a drawer. Underwear and bras were on one side. Next to them, she’d placed a folded silk negligee. Since she didn’t have a man to entertain, she snatched a pair of white panties. She hoped to wear the sexy nightgown and have it stripped off her another night.

Closing the drawer, the unsettling feeling she’d had after Nikolaus had left her at the restaurant returned in full force. Her expectation of seeing him again and getting into the Opera House was fading. Sure, Stephen had said his friend was a man of his word, but Nikolaus had yet to contact her. Maybe he’d changed his mind about her. Perhaps he didn’t want to see her again.

Blues crept into her soul. Not only would she have to spend nights alone, the chances of her getting into the performance were slim to none. She’d have to find another place to explore, which wasn’t such a bad thing, but she’d longed to see a performance at the famous historic Opera House.

She bent as she slipped one foot after the other through the opening of her panties. The towel unravelled and fell to the floor. Tangled damp locks tickled her neck as she slid the underwear up her legs.

A loud buzz from the telephone next to the bed startled her. She jumped and a soft scream flew from her. The red light flashed as the phone continued to call to her.

Gwen dashed towards the nightstand and glanced at the clock. It was past midnight. Wondering who would be ringing at such a late hour, she lifted the receiver. “Hello.”

“Ms Stratten?” said the man on the other end of the connection.

“Yes.”

“I’m one of the managers of the Ring Hotel. I have a message from Nikolaus Wiesner. He telephoned a few moments ago and said he couldn’t reach you.” The person’s accent was thick with German, making it difficult for Gwen to understand him.

“Oh, I was in the bath. What’s the message?”

“He left his number and asked you contact him in the morning.”

Gwen quickly searched for a piece of paper and a pen. Finding none on the counter, she shot her gaze to the desk in the corner. “Hold, please.”

Before he could respond, she dropped the phone on the bed and ran towards the desk. She snatched the pen and tablet, then hurried back to the nightstand. Heart pumping with joy, she lifted the receiver.

“Go ahead,” she said.

As he read the digits to her, she jotted them on the paper. “Got it. Thank you.”

She ended the call with anxiety rushing through her. He’d called when she was soaking in the tub. Hallelujah and holy fuck. Maybe she’d get to ride his cock and see the Opera after all.

Holding the paper, she returned to the desk and unplugged her cell. The message he’d given the manager said to wait until the morning. Technically it was, but she didn’t want to wake him if he’d gone to sleep. After entering his number, she typed a text.

Sorry I missed your call. My dirty mind and naughty body needed a bath. I look forward to meeting you again soon.

She hit the ‘send’ button and breathed deeply. Fresh hope returned and enlivened her mood. She couldn’t possibly fall asleep now. Holding her cell, she headed for the bathroom.

Gwen combed her damp hair while she wondered what she could wear to the performance. She had brought dresses, but most were bright and cheery—the kind worn during spring. She didn’t have a formal gown with her. Although she had a credit card, she didn’t want to splurge on an outfit. The cost would undoubtedly be high in Vienna. Worry plaguing her mind, she set the brush on the counter, grabbed her phone and strode towards the bed. When her cell vibrated, she nearly dropped it.

A glance at the screen showed the message. Instantly, a smile spread across her face.

I regret I had a business matter to attend to earlier. Please tell me your dirty mind is still intact and your naughty body is in need of my services. Least not forget I have a ticket for the Opera.

Gwen bit her lip and sat on the bed. Warmth spread throughout her body and coiled below her navel as she reread his words. She prepared her response to him.

Rest assured, polluted thoughts continue to fill my head while my body craves attention. What services have you to offer? I still want your extra ticket.

She sent the text, then propped the pillow behind her. Minutes passed. While she waited for his reply, she switched on the television and turned off the lamp. Her phone buzzed as she slipped her robe off and tucked her legs under the covers.

Tell me your impure thoughts, my sweet one. And I shall share mine. As for my services, my tongue would ravage you first. I’d bring you to climax and lick every bit of essence from you. Of course, I wouldn’t stop there. Do you believe my services would satisfy?

Gwen’s nipples stiffened and her panties became wet. She imagined him between her legs, stroking her nub and doing every bit of what he’d described. He’d planted the seed of desire and it blossomed, spreading like a vine through her body. Longing for him, she caressed her breasts and pretended it was Nikolaus touching her. Oh, how she wanted it to be him. Head swimming with need, she typed a message for him.

Your services would please me greatly. A shame I didn’t get a chance to offer any of mine at the restaurant. I continue to think about your rigid dick, especially as I lay here half naked in my bed. I’d welcome the chance to wrap my lips around your cock and slide it in and out of my mouth. I’d suck on your delicious candy and make you come. Damn, my wicked mind is filled with hot lusty ideas.

She tapped the ‘send’ button, then stared at the ceiling. She wished he were with her now. Her body craved a man’s touch and fulfilment. Maybe she should’ve packed her vibrator. Knowing her luck someone would’ve confiscated it as she passed through customs.

Another communication came through and she lifted her phone.

I admire and adore your wanton thoughts. Believe me when I say my dick his hard for you, my sweet one. It aches to plunder deep inside your womanly confines. Tell me, are you wet?