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I was being dragged to the ballet by my fiancé and I dreaded it horribly. I hate dressing up. I was wearing black dress shoes, my black slacks along with a black blazer with a button down white shirt and a tie. She insisted I wore a tie. It was in a grand theatre and where the seats were comfortable enough but honestly, what guy wishes to watch a ballet? Did I mention I was dreading it?Let me describe myself a little first, I’m 6’3″ with green eyes and black hair that I keep cut short. I’m not muscular and cut but I do have an athletic swimmer type build. She’s 5’4″ with shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes she has an athletic build and has amazing perfect size 36C breasts.I pulled up to her house; checked the rear view mirror to make sure my hair still was looking good, got out of the car. I rang the bell. The door opened and my mouth dropped at the perfection of beauty standing there. Her hair was up almost in a ball. Two strands of curled hair fell just above her hazel eyes. She had on a strapless royal blue dress that formed amazingly around her body and flowed down. She took my arm and we walked to my car.“You look beautiful,” Çekmeköy escort bayan I said as I opened the car door.Smiling, she looked me up and down and replied, “You look pretty good yourself.”I literally pinched myself because I thought I was dreaming. I quickly changed my focus because my dick was starting to tighten. I shut the car door and walked to the other side, opened the door and sat down in the driver’s seat. Even though nothing was showing, my dick was twitching wanting me to let it out. I shut the door, cranked the car and placed my attention on driving.“I want you to know how much this means to me,” Danielle said as we made our way to the theatre, “I just figured since my parents weren’t able to go, that the tickets shouldn’t go to waste.”“Well, I just want to show you even more how much you mean to me,” I replied. Danielle giggled. I smiled inside.After we got our tickets, we walked into the theatre where a man, who appeared to be in his fifties, looked at our tickets and then beckoned us to follow him. He ushered us to the far right about mid way up from the stage. We arrived Escort Gebze at two cushioned seats sat alone against the wall. They were positioned at a slight angle with two seats directly in front and behind ours.Danielle moved passed me to take her seat first and I almost fell over due to rapid blood movement to the lower part of my body. She looked so hot and amazing in that dress. The smell of faint vanilla filled my nose from her perfume. It drives me crazy. I took my seat and quickly began looking around. To my left, on the other side of the aisle, were three rows of ten seats per row. Yes, I counted them. I had to get control over my hormones. Danielle looped her arm through mine and I looked over at her.“I know you don’t want to be here,” Danielle said with an innocent smile. Her smile makes me melt.“It doesn’t matter because I am here with you,” I responded and then leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips.“That was such a bad pick up line,” she said with a soft giggle.I turned and looked at her. “I don’t need a pick up line,” I said with a smirk. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Şerifali escort “Ok, yes, I don’t want to be here,” I admitted with a faint laugh.We looked at each other for about half a second and then with a whisper she said, “I will make it worth it.”I smiled at her comment and replied, “And how will you do that?”A mischievous ‘My lips are sealed’ smile formed across her face and then she turned and looked at the stage.The lights dimmed and the curtains opened slowly as music filled the room signaling that the ballet was beginning. We were sitting there for what seemed like an eternity watching as the performers moved, jumped and twirled gracefully across the stage. I looked down at my watch and saw that eternity turned out to be the longest thirty minutes of my life. I looked back at the stage when my fiancée, Danielle, laid her hand on my leg. A faint tingle ran through me as she lightly rubbed my leg. As though she were a painter, she faintly brushed her fingertips back and forth slowly moving to the inside of my thigh inching closer and closer towards my dick.With all the will power I had I did my best to concentrate on the performance attempting to keep my focus away from what she was doing. It worked for all of about two minutes. Her hand found the area that bulged between my legs and moved her fingers across my now semi hard cock. I glanced at her and she gave me a sexy smile and then turned her gaze back to the ballet.

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