The revenge - A hand job of a different kind

 Through the glass door I could see him waiting. He looked good, unusually so formal. He was wearing jeans, as always, but with a white shirt, vest and black leather shoes. The jacket hung casually over his arm. I stopped to watch him unnoticed for a while. He slowly turns in my direction, searching the room with his eyes. I pushed open the heavy door. A smile spread across his face when he recognized me.
"Wow, you look great."
I was wearing the midnight blue jumpsuit I bought for Alina's wedding. Modest enough, as it should be for a wedding, he showed rather little décolleté, but the thin spaghetti straps meant a lot of shoulders and the shiny fabric emphasized exactly the right places.
"Thank you, too." I let my gaze wander down his body, emphasizing admiration.
We've been seeing each other for a few weeks now and a relaxed yet exciting friendship plus has developed between us. Ben was exactly what I needed at the moment. We spent a good time together and enjoyed pampering each other in many ways. Neither of us wanted more at the moment, so it was a perfect fit.
He greeted me by pulling me in with one arm and giving me one of those long, breathless kisses. I smelled his perfume, which by now was enough to make me tingly. He let go of me abruptly, as was often his way. It irritated me at first, but now I've gotten used to this kind of kissing spree.
His parents gave him the tickets for the festive evening at the opera after his father fell ill at short notice and they were unable to go. I hadn't been here in ages but was looking forward to the special evening. It presented the perfect opportunity for a little revenge. At the very beginning of our meetings, one night he had tested how far I would go with him, whether I would be willing to go along with his "games". The result had been a very exciting visit to McDonalds that I was not going to forget in a hurry. I wanted to take revenge for that today.

While I was still thinking, the gong finally called for us to make our way into the hall. We looked for our seats in the dim light. There were really good seats on the side gallery with a great view of the stage. As soon as we sat down, Ben put his arm around me and ran his finger gently down the back of my neck, along my shoulder to the thin cord of the strap. I had my hair pinned up to give him free rein. Goosebumps followed his finger and the fine hairs on the back of my neck stood up. With his eyes on the still empty stage, he played around with the straps as if lost in thought and of course it didn't take long before he slipped off my shoulder. I looked at him reproachfully and demonstratively pushed the carrier back where it belonged.
Gradually the seats around us filled up. It was also quite warm in here and so Ben began to unbutton his cuffs and roll them up a short time later. Very good, it couldn't have gone better.
"Have you ever seen Don Giovanni?" he asked.
"No, you?"
"Not either. To be honest, I've only been to the opera once before."
"I haven't that often either. What was your first time?”
“Carmen.”
At that moment, the doors closed and the light went out. Ben took advantage of the darkness and placed his hand on my thigh. I could feel them warm through the thin fabric of my pants. I took his hand in mine so he wouldn't get any stupid ideas.
Shortly thereafter, the orchestra began to play and the overture captivated us.

While Don Giovanni was ensnaring Zerlina, I began to put my plan into action. So far, the roles have been distributed very classically with us. We both enjoyed that he played the naughty seducer and I let myself be seduced. I knew how much Ben loved playing with power, even in public. Let's see if this also works in reverse.
I slowly freed my fingers from Ben's and opened his hand with the back of my hand on my thigh. I gently began to trace the lines of his palm with my fingertips. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ben giving me a quick sideways glance. I didn't take my eyes off the action on stage and finally Ben turned his attention back to it.
I liked his hands, large with slender but strong fingers, soft and trimmed for a man. They could just as delicately prance over my skin as they could grip tightly. Both had given me great pleasure. I gently stroked my fingers, letting my fingers slide in and out of the spaces between his fingers. I let myself think about what I had experienced with Ben in the last few weeks. Don Giovanni became the background music. Undeterred, I extended my strokes to the tender skin of the inside of his forearm. I could feel him getting restless. His gaze wandered over to me more and more often, but I continued to pretend my full attention was on the play on stage. He tried to elude me a little turning the palm and forearm downwards to protect the more sensitive part of the skin. The top of the forearm was covered with a fine goose bumps. But I didn't let him get away that easily. I stubbornly turned his hand around again and started the game again. He let it happen.

Meanwhile, Donna Anna had exposed Don Giovanni as a murderer.
I let my fingernails follow the gentle touches of my fingertips. It didn't fail to have an effect. Ben winced noticeably. I knew that this type of "treatment" could produce an unexpectedly violent reaction in men. In the meantime we knew each other a bit better and also the preferences of the other. I was pretty sure Ben would react to that too. He tried to pull his hand away, but I held it and continued to touch my fingers, palm and forearm, alternating between gentle and firm strokes. I was careful not to draw too much attention from those sitting next to me. I carefully tried to look over at Ben as unnoticed as possible. I found that he obviously wasn't really paying attention to the plot of the play anymore. Again and again he closed his eyes for a short time. I couldn't help but grin.
I slowly slid our hands into his lap. With the next strokes over the forearm, I accidentally touched his thigh, getting closer and closer to his crotch. He flinched again and I could hear him gasping for breath.
After a moment he leaned towards me. His breathing could be heard clearly.
"Caro, please... please stop," he whispered in my ear.
“With what?”
“You know with what. If you continue then...”
“What then?”
“Then I'll come.”
“That's the plan. Do you want to back down?” This time it was me who smirked at him. A surprised smile crept onto his face as he realized what I was alluding to. A throat clearing was heard behind us.
"But not here!"
Apparently he had his limits of decency, I realized with amusement. To be honest, I was a little relieved because I had wondered before if I was really going to see this through to the end. After all, the danger of being discovered playing our game was much higher here than back then in Mäckes.
"Not? Too bad.”
Another clearing of the throat behind us, this time much louder. I feigned disappointment and closed my hand around his. As I turned back to what was happening on stage, I could still feel his gaze on me for a while. I tried to focus on the action again. As if to be sure, Ben held my hand in a vice for the rest of the time until the break.
The applause relieved us both.

In the foyer I briefly excused myself to go to the toilet. In the mirror I realized my cheeks were glowing. And it wasn't Don Giovanni's fault. I was pleased to find that my strategy had almost worked. But postponed was not lifted. With Ben, I had fun trying out this new, more offensive side. Watching the effect on him.
When I came back from the toilet Ben had organized two sparkling wines. With a charming smile he put a glass in my hand.
"Thank you very much. Come on!”
Without another word, I directed him to the edge of the crowd. I headed purposefully towards the huge, ugly flower pots at the back of the roof terrace. I squeezed through the dense bushes into the partitioned section beyond. Ben followed me hesitantly.
“You seem to know your way around here well.”
“I worked here in gastro during my studies.”
“Ah okay. And you tell me that you haven't been to the opera very often."
"That's right. I worked.”
Nothing had changed. A few lost bistro chairs and a large ashtray stood around.
"This is the staff break area."
I sat down in one of the chairs while Ben pulled up another. He eyed the faded plastic braid suspiciously, but then sank into it.
"Cheers"
"To the exciting evening." This time I couldn't suppress a challenging grin.
"Oh yes, that was it. What you did before was really intense...I never thought it could turn me on like that.”
He looked me straight in the eyes and his eyes burned through me. I tried to keep my cool and sipped my champagne a little. After all, I wasn't done with my game.
I put my glass on the floor. With a satisfied smile he registered that I sat down on his lap. He emptied his glass in one gulp and put it down as well. I leaned down to him. The mixture of his perfume and his very own scent surrounded me. This mix made me weak every time. I gently touched his lips to mine and began to tickle them with the tip of my tongue. Willingly and with a sigh of pleasure, he parted his lips. For a few minutes I gave myself completely into an intense kiss. His hand had meanwhile made its way down my back to my bottom. I let him. I knew we would be quiet here for at least half an hour before the bar staff had a little breathing space to take a break.

Finally I broke away from him. Through the bushes, the voices and laughter of the other guests could be heard immediately. Nevertheless, we were reasonably protected from looks. Occasionally, through one or the other small hole in the tangle of leaves, a dab of color from a dress flashes. Here, too, the murmuring increased my excitement and lust.
I took his hand in mine again, but this time I slowly brought it to my mouth. Just as gently I touched the palms of my hands with my lips, letting tender kisses wander over them. I felt Ben react. Also this time I let the tip of my tongue follow and pranced my way up to the index finger. When I reached the top, I circled the tip of my finger before sliding the whole finger into my mouth. Ben let out a more or less suppressed groan. I automatically closed my eyes to be able to devote myself entirely to what I was doing. When I opened them briefly, my eyes met Ben's. The mixture of surprise and desire caused the familiar tug in my lap.
I grabbed his other hand, which was still gripping my butt, to put it firmly on the armrest. I held her tight as I continued to give each of his fingers the same treatment, one at a time. I slowly let each of them slip into my mouth to suck on them with relish. On the way from one to the other, I slipped my tongue into the gaps in order to irritate the sensitive skin there with the tip of my tongue. Ben was breathing heavily now and I could clearly feel his erection on my thigh.
"Caro?!" he spoke up, his voice rough with excitement.
"You're not supposed to talk now."
"Are we going to move this somewhere else?" I could hear him trying to show his cool again. But this time he didn't succeed, which was probably due to the fact that I didn't really let him interrupt me.
"Why? When it's so beautiful right now?”
I gave him an innocent look and proceeded to biting my way back down my fingers and hand. Each bite is followed by a low moan from him. When I got to my wrist, I alternated between biting and sucking on the inside of my forearm. Ben squirmed beneath me and tried to pull my arm away.
"This is... Caro... stop it... oh man... I want..."
"I want you to hold still." In the meantime, I really liked the game, and my tone was correspondingly clear.
He was visibly torn between surprise, control, amusement, desire, and surrender. In the meantime I had reached the crook of his arm. At this particularly sensitive and completely underestimated point, I let him feel the whole range from tender to violent again. At the same time, I began to undo the belt buckle with my other hand. He protested rather half-heartedly. I was undeterred and could hear his moans getting louder. As I opened my pants further, I let my fingers slide over his hard cock again and again.
I had detached myself from his arm and could see that his eyes were now closed. I had to grin, now he had surrendered to his lust. At the same time, I realized how much his desire turned me on, how wet I already was.

I pulled pants, shorts, and shirt aside as much as possible. In front of me lay his plump manhood, hard, glans shiny. I gripped the shaft with a firm grip. I knew what he was up to by now. After the toilet I had creamed my hands properly. My hand glided smoothly over its entire length. A twitch went through his body. Slowly but surely I started to w... Ben was somewhere else. He had a fist pressed to his mouth. Still, I could hear his moans like a vibrating growl. Fascinated, I looked at his face, which showed so much lust even with closed eyes. As expected, it didn't take long for him to come and you could see that it was taking a lot of effort to hold back so that the entire opera audience wasn't taking part.
I made sure that my shirt and pants weren't too badly damaged and had handkerchiefs as a precaution. I carefully removed his traces. He slowly reappeared.
"Now we're even"; I grinned at him.
He needn't have worried about unwanted audiences. That had long since returned to the hall for the second act. The only thing we had to do now was hurry if we didn't want to meet the bar staff.