We approached the ticket window where an older gentleman was reading today’s paper. “Ahem. Two please.” I said.
He tapped the 2 on his screen and said, “That’s 30 Euro.” He looked at Belle then tapped the 4 on his screen. “Your number tonight is 4. When it flashes on the screen, look for a blue light to direct you to your next room.” He nodded as I gave him 3 bank notes.
She was tugging at my elbow excitedly even before our tickets fully emerged below the window. “Number 4. Let’s get inside so we don’t miss anything.” She said.
The lobby was nothing more than a hallway with arches on either side that lead to balconies and three doors that opened to the aisles on the main floor. Above the arch to the right were large numbers: 1 – 2 – 3. Over the left arch were 6 – 7 – 8. If these numbers mean what I think they mean, I expect to see 4 & 5 inside on the main level.
“Let’s try this one,” she said, pointing to the middle door. I pulled the handle. We quietly slipped into the dark space. I held her close for a few moments while our eyes adjusted.
She turned toward me, pushed up on her toes, extended her arms behind my shoulder blades, squeezed her body tight to mine and kissed me. I could feel her hard nipples nearly pierce me through our clothes. As my cock began to respond, she began probing my slightly open mouth with her hot tongue. I met hers and we kissed passionately until we noticed a change in the light reflecting from the screen as a giant number “2” appeared in the center then faded off to the corner of the screen. She pulled again leading me down the aisle to a very open area on the right. We walked into the middle of the empty row and sat down.
Our seats were below the balcony. I could hear whispers echoing off the walls so I knew there where others in the theatre, but since I couldn’t see anyone, I assume they were above us somewhere. The whispering stopped with a click coming from a door closing above.
I quickly panned the theatre and noticed the pillars were decorated with carvings or painted plaster castings depicting the smiling and frowning masks of comedy and tragedy. There were heavy velvet curtains strung between them.
The seats were well-padded and covered in a dark red velour. The kind that kept a record of the last thing that touched it. As my eyes became adjusted to the darkness, I began to take in our surroundings. On the open seat beside me I could make out evidence of thighs—two long trenches starting at the front edge of the seat— and a mini skirt—a perpendicular line nearer the back. There was a darker spot glistening where the three lines met in the middle of the cushion. “Hmmm, I wonder what led to that?” I thought, as the corners of my mouth turned up ever so slightly.
As we sank into our seats, she leaned on my shoulder. She slid her right hand under my left bicep and squeezed. After a couple of minutes, she put her left hand on mine and guided it to her bare knee. Her skin was cool from the air conditioning.
She shifted a bit, parting her legs inviting me to explore upward. I took my time. I lifted my hand to let only my fingertips make contact. I opened and closed my fingers and drew them up and down her thigh. I noticed her skin temperature increasing as my hand neared her pubic area.
The scene on the screen was adding to my excitement. The camera zoomed in on two people entering what appeared to be an office. It was obviously an inexpensive set with just a desk, side chair and a potted plant. There was just enough paper on the desktop to allow the *actors* to exaggerate making a mess at the right time. They crossed the small room and leaned up against the desk. Her buttocks made contact with the edge as her miniskirt hiked up almost automatically.
My little finger brushed her hot hot labia and she softly moaned, “Mmmm.” There were no panties to deal with. I could tell she was prepared for fun. She twisted and rolled toward me. Her left leg settled between mine as she pinned my hand between my thigh and her pussy. She began rocking her pelvis and moved her hands up to caress the bulge expanding in my pants.
He kissed his way down her body until he knelt before her. He parted her knees and started caressing her inner thighs with pouted lips. It seemed he was taking care to make only the lightest contact. A close up shot revealed goose bumps rising in anticipation. Then the shot faded out and a large number 4 faded in.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/afljhe/exploring_the_mysteries_of_belle_a_7part_serial