Fantasy in E Minor

We are getting ready to see Rachmaninoff’s Symphony no. 2, a lush intricate composition of musical scores.
You are already dressed in black tie, waiting for me as usual to finish my hair and make-up. I am still totally naked except for a pair of thigh highs, my garter belt, and heels. I finish my makeup and go to put on my dress, a lightly fitted silk jersey dress that comes down only a couple of inches past my thigh high stockings. Then I tell you I’m ready to go.
"Wait a moment," you say. "Aren’t you going to put on any underwear?"
I rub my silky body against yours and whisper throatily in your ear. "No," I answer, "because I want you to think about me all evening long."
We start out the door, and then I tell you I have forgotten one thing....You roll your eyes as it to say "as usual." I get a remote controlled egg out of my toy box.
"Drop your pants," I order. "I’m going to put this up your ass tonight."
Your eyes widen, but you know better than disobey. I’ve done this with you before, but never in such elite company. You bend over, then I take some lube, and work it up in your asshole with my finger. I feel you jerk, and know that you are already starting to stiffen. Then I slide the egg in, and have you re-dress yourself. I also pack a vibe for myself, as well as the control for the remote egg.
We take our seats, and the sensuous music starts to vibrate over, around and through us. As it swells, I turn on the vibrator in your ass. I can see you become uncomfortable as you shift around, trying to hide your erection. Fortunately for you, we are up in the mezzanine section with no one close by. I turn the vibe up another notch, and put your hand between my legs, and let you start to rub my bare pussy. You are embarrassed, but you don’t want to stop. I put my hand over yours and guide your fingers into my pussy. Then I take out your erect cock, and start lightly stroking it.
Over the course of the next hour, I edge you and bring you back from the brink over and over.
Then I stand up, and sit on your cock, slipping it into my very slick pussy. With your hands under my dress, feeling every inch of my satiny skin, I grab my second vibrator and hold it against my throbbing clit, bringing me to an orgasm as the Rachmaninoff swells over us in a climax of its own.
You of course are not allowed to cum. I stuff your hard cock back into your pants, and as the music stops and the lights come up, I watch you as you painfully make your way out, hoping that I will allow you release tonight.