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The Symphony and the Lesbians
As I entered the symphony hall I was reminded of the antique glamour of the symphony. Those already seated averaged at least triple, if not quadruple my age: The women in dresses with full jewelry and perfume, the men in suits. There is something to getting dressed up when going out for an evening. I was dressed formal for me, a button up shirt, khaki’s and a belt. Arriving at my seat, there was an older couple on my left, and the two seats to my right were still open. While I browsed the program, waiting for the symphony to start, two girls, about a decade older than me, filled the seats to my right. They were stunningly done up in black dresses and heals. It was clear this was their date night, with one bringing the other to the Symphony for the first time. I returned my attention to the program, using most of my will to not just look right and stare. They were a cute couple. Fortunately, just moments after they were seated the lights dimmed and the symphony began, giving my mind something equally succulent to wrap itself around. The first half of the symphony was relatively tame, while the music flowed and the artists excelled, the piece just didn’t dive into me, and coming out into intermission I was still stiff and nervous. I didn’t want to be awkward with the couple to my right and ruin their evening, either by staring the whole time, or clearly trying not to. Fortunately, the couple saved me themselves, by introducing themselves and making small talk.
Fortunately, intermission was short, and followed by a piece that managed to calm my nerves, and tenderize my senses. I closed my eyes and gave my full attention to the beauty of the music. Coming out of the second piece, my entire body had given into the music, and entered a relaxed euphoric state. As I stood with the crowd giving the symphony a standing ovation, the lady to my right squeezed my thigh. Normally this would make me jump, a person I had just barely met going at me, but in this state, it was a nice complement, and I gave her a smile back. Clearly she had enjoyed her first symphony as well, energetically cheering for an encore. The conductor returned and gave us the encore we desired. A piece which introduced me to a new world of sounds produced just with a violin, a bow, and an artist. As the piece came to a close, I grasped the hand which had grasped my thigh, so it could lead me out of the hall.
Exiting the hall, she said she had to go to the bathroom, and her date went with her. I waited outside nervously, hoping their discussions would end in my favor. When they came back out, the women who I had only spoken to previously gave my butt a playful pinch. The evening was on. On our way out of the symphony we headed to a bar to calm our nerves and discuss plans, I had a scotch, and they martinis. We discussed the outline for the night. Apparently, they were tired of plastic and wanted something more fun to play with, and were wondering if I would be their toy for a night. I agreed, on the condition that I am able to make it to work on time and in a reasonable shape in the morning. We finished off our drinks discussing final details, and proceeded to their place where I would to be stripped down, give them a show, and, if they like the show used as a living dildo for the night.
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Side note: If a couple ever actually found me at the symphony, regardless of gender, age, or sexual preference, and we hit it off over intermission, it would be my pleasure to help them make their evening more enjoyable.
