Mr Gaucho and I went to see a show...but ended up being the show

I do love the theatre, and what better way to spend an evening than taking in a show with Mr Gaucho, a delicious gentleman from South America. We went to see Les Misérables, and it was anything but miserable. I bet you are dying to find out what naughty antics we got up to during the show…I’m not sure I should tell. Oh well, alright then, but promise to keep it a secret!

Our evening started innocently enough with tapas and several gin cocktails. I must say Mr Gaucho looked very handsome in his suit. I had to contain myself during dinner, after all, the evening had only just began. Mr Gaucho had booked a private box for us, with complementary Prosecco. ‘How very convenient’ I thought. My dirty little mind started working overtime, filthy thoughts rapidly filling it. The show can wait I mused.

We settled down to watch the first act and I waited for an opportune moment before making any moves. My hand crept ever closer to Mr Gaucho’s crotch until it was gently stroking his balls. He didn’t notice at first but very quickly became aware of my presence in that area. He smiled at me and I winked back. A musical number came on which I guessed might be quite lengthy, so I slowly undid his flies and out popped a semi erect cock. No underpants Mr Gaucho? Perhaps great minds think alike! I carefully stroked his cock, which was getting more and more erect by the second. I leaned in gave him a full-on snog for a few minutes just to excite him even more. By now I was feeling slightly damp downstairs. I desperately wanted to fuck him right there and then. But more preparation was needed first. I kneeled down in front of him and took his cock inside my mouth, gently licking it. I started sucking it, my head bobbing up and down in a rhythmic motion….

It was at this point the rather long winded musical number ended, and a series of spotlights came on, darting on the stage and shining into the audience…including the boxes. Our box in fact. So, every few seconds, if anyone cared to look up at the right time, they saw a bobbing head and a very turned on Mr Gaucho, who was struggling at this point. I switched back to snogging and stroking again, as it would be a pity if Mr Gaucho blew his load. He slid his hand beneath my dress and fingered my now very wet clit. God it felt good. I bit my lip so as not to start moaning loudly.

Unfortunately, at that point the lights came on for the end of the first half, and worse still our personnel barman who came with the box decided to make an appearance. ‘Can I get you another bottle of Prosecco?’ Mr Gaucho hurriedly zipped his flies up and somehow summed the strength to blurt ‘no thanks, we are fine for moment!’ We both giggled like school children at our antics. Almost caught red handed (pun intended).

The second half was torturous as I wanted to ride Mr Gaucho like a South American bull, but couldn’t for fear of being caught. I contented myself with playing with his crotch again. The show over, we booked a cab back to mine and started fucking as soon as we got through front door, where I finally got to ride him like a trooper.

What a memorable and hilarious evening. What a performance Mr Gaucho. On with the show…