One normally thinks of the opera as pretty high-brow and sophisticated. Only the ‘better’ class of people frequent such an event. And yet people are people with the same wants desires and lusts.
I used to think that the opera was not for me, the music was obtuse, the songs a bit stilted and irrelevant and the costumes a bit over the top. Still, I persisted as I had a good friend who was more knowledgeable about music than I and an opera buff. He kept recommending it and telling me there was more to it than met the eye.
He was right. I didn’t give up and what I discovered was that it was a medium like any other for art, music, telling a story and to entertain and improve us.
The stories it told through music and perhaps over acting (it’s done on purpose) are the same we see in the movies, on stage and in your average soap (opera). It is a medium that developed in the 17th century and because it is effective it has endured.
Nevertheless, one might be excused for thinking it is a venue to witness the beauty of an upskirt.
Perhaps I was just lucky but I was gifted an erotic and very sexy upskirt when I took my girlfriend to the opera recently (before this Covid madness descended upon us).
We went out to dinner in a posh restaurant in town before the performance, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company and the gastronomic experience. We finished and left for the opera allowing us time to get seated before the curtain raise.
Everyone does generally dress for the occasion but nowadays people are more casual and though I don’t think they appreciate the event as much if they don’t get dressed up some come in their casual clothes.
By the time the curtain went up pretty everyone was in their place and the auditorium was packed.
We had come to see La Boheme by Puccini. A well-known opera beloved by all who appreciate good opera.
Seated to our right was a couple probably in their thirties, it is difficult to gauge in the dim light of the audience. They were elegantly dressed, he in a smart dark suit and tie she in an sophisticated evening dress, jewellery and her hair coiffured immaculately. They were sitting engrossed by the events on stage, so were we, my girlfriend and I.
By the second act I noticed some movement from the male partner. He had become more amorous of his partner and was definitely making a move on her. They were necking and kissing and though initially she tried to repulse him he managed to win her over and her attention was redirected from the stage to his ministrations.
They were well into their amorous interaction when his hand found its way into her décolletage clearly aiming for her delicious mammaries. He didn’t hold anything back and in the dim light he didn’t think anyone would see so he brought her beautiful breasts to the surface and supplied his delicate touch and tongue to stimulate them. It was clear that his efforts were not going to waste and she began to respond with mewling and other erotic sounds.
By the third act his focus had descended to her pelvic region and her treasures hidden beneath her very significant dress. As it turned out he didn’t have nearly as much trouble as one would expect with such a long dress. You see, the dress was split its whole length from hem to waist. It was just wrapped around her. All he had to do to access her pussy and more was to unwrap her. He had unwrapped his present and was enjoying its contents.
But his success was also mine, as having parted her dress to gain access to her charms he had also revealed them to anyone else willing to glance her way.
Her legs clothed in silk stockings gave them an erotic frame which ended mid-thigh leaving a pale area of bare flesh before one beheld her white lacy panties. He was well on the way of bringing forth her orgasm as her head was lying back swaying side to side, her eyes shut just concentrating on the amazing sensations she was feeling.
His hand was buried beneath her skimpy lingerie making wonderful movements within her honey pot. In the low light it was not possible to see that much but her sexy lingerie was clearly visible, her movements in response to his caresses and manipulation of her sex were also manifest. I was granted this spectacle which lasted the whole of the third act until the climax of the opera when she reached her own climax.
After she calmed down she adjusted her dress and by the time they got up to leave she had returned to her earlier restrained demeanour and no one could tell they had enjoyed anything other than the opera.
I have no doubt they acted out their own epilogue or encore to the performance they had just put on when they got home, albeit without the props of their fancy clothing.
I on the other hand had had a musical accompaniment to a very erotic show and acted out my response to what I had witnessed bringing forth my own operatic climax.
