Witnessing Public Sex at the Cabaret

I had tickets to the Cabaret but found myself witnessing public sex instead!

Matthew handed me a pair of binoculars while we entered the theater.  I looked at them quizzically then rolled my eyes.  “The seats are this bad?”  We laughed together.  “Well AT LEAST I was able to get tickets at all!” he said, playfully defensive.  I hugged his waist.  “Yes, I know! I know!  I can’t wait to see the show.  My dream come true!”  It was.  (However, witnessing public sex wasn’t even a possibility yet, which was actually a better dream come true.)  I had always been a fan of the film and now I was going to watch the live production.

Matthew and I dressed to the nines for the occasion and even so, I felt very underdressed as we walked through the lobby.  Soon I decided to visit the ladies’ room before we took our seats.   After taking a quick pee, I stood before the mirror, reapplying my lipstick.  A gorgeous woman was standing off to the side, speaking on her cell phone.  I noticed her posh British accent and covertly looked her over.

She wore a beautiful black evening gown, it fit like a glove, hugging her gorgeous curves.  The picture of glamour.  “Darling, it’s Emily,” she said on the phone.  She glanced in my direction so I looked away quickly, took one last look in the mirror, and left to find Matthew in the lobby.  We stood around awkwardly until it was announced we could enter the theater.  Soon, I found Emily in the crowd, accompanied by a tall gentleman.  I grinned as I watched him place his hand on her firm ass and gave it a squeeze.  I didn’t blame him one bit.  Her ass was perfection in that gown.

People watching or stalking?

As the musical began, I took the binoculars and looked around the theater, telling Matthew I wanted to “people watch.”  Really, I was looking for Emily and her date.  Just as I was thinking it was a silly thing to do, how could I possibly locate her in this sea of people, I spotted her. She was on a balcony (of course) and was sitting with her hand on her date’s lap.  Their faces were close together and I saw him place his finger just over her swelling cleavage and slid his finger across the tops of her breasts.  What a naughty man!  Was I going to be witnessing public sex tonight?  Of course not, he was just getting frisky with her.

I couldn’t concentrate on the production.  After a few minutes, I wanted to see what the couple was up to.  I gasped and luckily Matthew didn’t notice.  Her breasts were out of her dress!  She was leaning back in her seat, pushing her chest out and her date had one arm around her shoulders and was squeezing and bouncing one breast in each hand, pushing them together and jiggling them around.  Emily’s eyes were closed and she had a sly smile on her face.  My clit began to quiver.  This was too good.  Just so that Matthew wouldn’t get suspicious, I would occasionally set the binoculars down on my lap.  Then I had to make a concerted effort to wait a good amount of time before I picked them up again.

Witnessing Public Sex in the Balcony

She was gone!  Her date was sitting alone.  Had she left?  Oh, no… there she was.  The top of her head, that is.  She was sucking his dick!  My face felt hot and my hands were simultaneously trembling as I watched.  He had his hand on top of her head and he was looking down at his lap, watching Emily going at his dick.  Her head was bobbing up and down and then I saw her shake her head side to side.  While she did this, he lifted his hips, thrusting into her mouth.

“Can I use those for a minute?” Matthew asked.  I wanted to shout, “NO!  I’m witnessing public sex here and it is HOT AS FUCK!”  but I didn’t.  I resentfully handed them over for what seemed like forever.  Finally, when Matthew set them on his lap, I practically snatched them back.  He looked at me, surprised.  “Sorry, babe!  These seats are pretty high, you know.”  I practically panted those words.  I don’t know if he noticed and I didn’t care, I just wanted to continue witnessing public sex as soon as possible.

This time, I moaned softly at the sight.  Emily was sitting on his lap, facing forward, her dress was hiked up to her waist and her legs were spread open.  I watched her bouncing up and down on his lap as he thrust into her pussy quickly.   His face was on her back. His hands were just under her breasts.  I really wanted him to grip her tits and I willed him to do it.  I chuckled when Emily picked up her program and began to fan her face with it.

Public Sex: Frenetic fucking!

Oh yes, that was sure some frenetic fucking.  I slowly began to press my clit into my seat cushion and masturbated slyly while watching them.  Emily turned her face towards him and he stopped thrusting to kiss her deeply.  At this point, he grabbed onto both beautiful tits.  Atta boy! I thought.  Next, Emily began to lean her body forward until her head was practically between her knees.  She had no problem at all being a horny exhibitionist! Her date lifted himself slightly off his seat and began to pull Emily toward him, yanking her back and forth, his eyes closed, his lips pressed together as he rammed his dick into her.

“Isn’t this amazing?” Matthew asked.  I was momentarily stunned, thinking he was asking about Emily getting pounded.  He was pointing to the musical number on stage that I actually didn’t give a shit about anymore.  I nodded and said something vague and lifted the binoculars back to my eyeballs.  Damn it!  They were finished.  Emily was fixing her dress meanwhile her date was mopping his forehead with his hanky.  “I have to go the bathroom,” I whispered to Matt.  Not waiting for a reply, I ducked into a bathroom stall and began rubbing my clit.  It took barely ten seconds before I had a massive orgasm.  Witnessing public sex, especially when a smoking hot Emily was a participant, gave me masturbation material for months!

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