[FM] Cirque du Soleil

I dated the sweetest guy. I told him I’d never really seen a professional live show, and I’d always wanted to see Cirque du Soleil. Just in conversation. This was pretty soon after we started seeing each other. On my way too and from work, I was seeing a billboard advertising their latest show. I couldn’t see how I could afford to go, though, or who would want to go with me. Then one day, he told me he’s got tickets to the show, for him and I. It was a couple months away. I don’t live in a city, so he planned for us to make a little getaway out of it. We’d get a hotel and go to the show. He booked the tickets for the afternoon, so that we would have the evening left to do other things in town.

We had been talking for a while about going to one of the clubs in the city. A swingers/sex club. Neither of us had ever been to one; each of us was the other’s first really sexually open partner, and it was something we wanted to try togeher. Since the club didn’t open until 8, we made a plan to go to the afternoon show, then get dinner, then go to the club together.

He really spoiled me, this guy. Logistics just didn’t work out, but we’re still friends. He made me feel so valued. So anyway. The day of the show came. I wanted to be extra sexy for him, so even though it was just the afternoon, I put on a little cocktail dress, with a tight, short, black velvet skirt. I remember I was wearing something over the top. A black band t-shirt with a v-neck cut-out, and a choker-type neckline. And little casual black suede booties with a bit of a heel. I wasn’t used to being anything but a “good” conservative girl in public, so I felt pretty self-conscious. But also turned on.

We waited in line and go to our seats in the stadium. Grabbed beers on the way to our seats. I was so happy and excited, I was practically bouncing up and down. Then the lights went down and the show started. Beautiful woman spinning and dangling from large metal rings high in the ceiling. For me, other pleasures besides sex can be so intense that I have an orgasmic reaction to them. I was just absolutely loving watching the artists perform all their acts. It was so beautiful. And there I was with my lover, wearing a sexy outfit for him, being spoiled by him, ready to go back to the hotel and get fucked before dinner and going to a sex club for the first time in my life. I’m a lightweight, and I was a little tipsy from my beer, too. I started to get incredibly wet. We were pretty close to the stage, with nobody seated to our left. He put his hand on my knees. I clutched his arm and started moaning softly. I can’t remember now if I had a jacket over my lap or not, but I do remember that his hand moved up my thigh and eventually found my wet pussy. Pulled aside my panties (was I wearing any? I don’t remember. Perhaps not). I had to concentrate so I didn’t end up squirting. I was dying. Incredibly aroused.

At the intermission, after a quick run to the bathroom, we found a spot on the edge of the seating area. It was dark. He stood against me, between me and the open stadium. I leaned back against the railing, and our hands found each others bodies in the darkness. I wasn’t as quiet as I should have been. People started walking through, returning to their seats. We realized that there was an event worker standing just below us, close enough to hear my gentle moans. So we stopped, and went back to our seats. I was shaking with arousal, and trying to hold it together. We sat and enjoyed the rest of the show. We didn’t take the play any father, because we really couldn’t with people around, and because we actually wanted to pay attention and enjoy the show.

Afterwards, we went back to his car in the parking garage, and I gave him a blowjob while we were both sitting in the front seats. At one point, a group came to get in to their car, right next to his. I had to keep my head down, on his lap, with his dick in my mouth, until they left. Then I kept going until he filled my mouth with his cum, and we left to go to dinner.

To be continued. (The best part of this story is the sex club, but this installment is too long already as it is.)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hjrccs/fm_cirque_du_soleil