The play got underway. I had planned to watch from one of a few boxes that the theatre offered. I wanted to get a perspective of the whole play as well as a good view of the sexy scenes. On my way to the box, I bumped into Clarice. She looked wonderful, so youthful and pretty, wearing a dainty skirt and flimsy top – and clearly no bra judging by her obvious nipples pressing out of the fabric. Her seductive offers of sex suddenly took on a new proportion. I was imagining her naked, writhing on silky bed sheets, desirous of my cock. I snapped myself back to the moment as Clarice asked if she could watch from the box with me. Of course, I welcomed her to join me. We soon settled into our places and I sneaked a few peeps at Clarice. Her profile was lovely and her small breasts hardly raised a bulge in her blouse but her nipples did. Something kept them erect – and we weren’t cold in the theatre.
The play began. My Casanova character was targeting a young virgin called Annette, played by Tina. From a social gathering, Casanova gets Annette alone in a lounge. In an embrace, he unfastens her dress and she steps out of it, leaving her dressed in a pink slip. Holding Annette with her back to the audience, Casanova pulls the straps of the slip off her shoulders and he lets in drop to the floor. Annette is now naked. Her bare ass causes a bit of a gasp from the audience. However, when Casanova turns Annette to face the audience, there is a much louder gasp.
Clarice leant to me and whispered “She has an amazing bush. I’m as smooth as a pre-puberty schoolgirl – and just as small.” I gasped as I pictured her petite shaven mound.
Meanwhile Casanova led Annette to a chaise longue and laid her down, placing a leg over the seat back in such a way that the audience knew what was to happen but they could not see Tina’s gaping pussy. Casanova mounted her and as the lights begin the dim, Annette squealed as her virginity is lost. That concluded the first act.
While the scenery was changed, Clarice and I chat about the scene where Tina went naked. “She’s brave!” Clarice said, adding “I think I’d like to do something like that, showing my nude body, but I’m not sure I’d be brave enough.” Her words again put pictures in my mind.
We got to act three which was Jenny’s high point. She played a bride, before the wedding ceremony. The scene opens with her being dressed and readied by her bride’s maids and her mother. They fussed around her and got her wedding dress onto her. Once she is ready to go to her bride groom, the bride asks her entourage to give her a few minutes alone. She sat at her dresser and applied final touches and as she does, Casanova emerges from the shadowy curtains. The bride gasps in shock but clearly knows the man now approaching her.
“My groom awaits me!” gasps the bride.
“He will wait! I will take you first!” says Casanova.
“Oh Casanova, we cannot, we should not, we must not!” the bride protested.
“My darling, we will, won’t we! Casanova gently but firmly insists, gazing into her eyes.