David glanced at his watch. The opera would be starting soon and Jessica still hadn't arrived. He had wanted to do things right and pick her up, but she wouldn't let him. She had said that she wanted to make an entrance.
He was waiting in the lobby of the theatre. It was a high class event and he wasn't used to being dressed so formally; he had a full tuxedo, white dress shirt, black bow tie and dinner jacket, his shoes polished to a shine.
When Jessica eventually arrived she definitely made an entrance. Walking into the lobby she looked stunning. Her tobacco brown hair tumbled down to her shoulders. She wore a long maroon evening dress that accentuated her curves, a thin plunging neckline that hinted of cleavage without being obvious and a long slit up the side to show some leg. She was pure class and elegance. He greeted her with a kiss on her cheek and her perfume filled his senses, making his heart skip a beat.
Jessica had arrived just in time and they made their way into the theatre to take their seats. It was Bizet's Carmen, an opera filled with fever and lust, and it had one of the greatest pieces of music ever: the intense and passionate Habanera. That's what David had always enjoyed about opera, it was always so full of passion and fire and extreme emotions burning and bubbling, ready to explode. It had always captivated him and he was thrilled that Jessica had the same interest.
The lights went down and the curtains opened. They contentedly watched as the story unfolded but their attention soon started to drift away from the stage and to each other. David smiled as he felt Jessica's hand rest on his leg, just above the knee. He brought his hand down to meet hers and hold it.
It was a good performance, but in the heat of mid-summer the theatre felt hot and claustrophobic. At the intermission they didn't hang around the lobby for very long before deciding to step outside to get some air. Jessica was looking for somewhere far from the crowd, and leading David by the hand eventually found a quiet corner out of sight from the other patrons. David watched Jessica as she sighed deeply and leaned forward, both hands on the metal railings as she looked up at the sky. It was a clear night and the stars sparkled brightly above them, a soft summer breeze cooling the skin.
David slowly approached. Standing behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly moved them down her arms in a soft lingering caress, bringing them to rest on the railing alongside hers. He leaned forward and breathed in her perfume, his breath on the back of her neck. He placed a single kiss where her neck met her shoulders, and she gave another soft, barely audible sigh as David felt her behind gently brush against him. At first he thought he imagined it but then he felt it again. This time she stayed, slowly swaying back and forth around his crotch. It was very gentle but definitely deliberate, just enough to tease, and David had to take a step back before he became too aroused and it started to show. Jessica turned around to face him and was wearing the sexiest smile he had ever seen. The intermission was coming to an end and they headed back inside to finish the performance. They didn't need to say a word to each other; they both wanted to, but knew it would be all the sweeter for making themselves wait, holding back to build the tension.
They sat in the dark once more watching as their hands intertwined, his free hand gently stroking the inside of her arm. Occasionally he leaned over and kissed her cheek. It was a small and simple act, but with their chemistry was intense. They wanted to do so much more but were unable to, the tension palpable for them both as they leaned into each another, their breathing growing heavy and laboured.
