My Angels Erotic Night At The Opera (Part Two)
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The amount of time which transpired as I lay in the ladies room unconscious was something which I would not be able to tell with any accuracy (not that this is of consequence) yet in all there was a faith in me which indicated that my dear teacher would never abandon me. It, in fact being that which took me out of my state of oblivion when I felt myself being lifted by my dear teacher, who held me in his arms as he carried me out of the opera house.
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The amount of time which transpired as I lay in the ladies room unconscious was something which I would not be able to tell with any accuracy (not that this is of consequence) yet in all there was a faith in me which indicated that my dear teacher would never abandon me. It, in fact being that which took me out of my state of oblivion when I felt myself being lifted by my dear teacher, who held me in his arms as he carried me out of the opera house. It was as if he had saved me yet there was something which made him seem so strong and above all caring; as he once again when I needed him the most had been there for me with affection.
As I rested in my dear teacher's arms, it seemed to me that I was floating through the air; as the angel he often refers to me as being yet it was as if a dream within a dream. It being a splendorous feeling of having no worries despite what I had just been through, as in a way it all seemed behind me. As if nothing had taken place to upset me in the slightest, not even the worry of weather or not I belonged in the world I had ventured in to or if my actions went against my marriage and its bows. It being a case of all my fears and insecurities having been removed, for it was abundantly clear that my dear teacher felt me a part of his life and emotions which surpassed those of merely wanting for the sake of sexuality.
There even seemed something magical about what was happening to me that I got the sensation of floating on a cloud which was taking me to where I would be safe and I needed not question where or why; for all would be well and this is what mattered. It was once outside the opera house that I came back to full conscious yet the feeling of being in my dear teacher's arms was not one I was yet willing to surrender. It being at that moment that I opened my eyes and saw my slisznuszek's eyes looking in to mine with a look of relieve that I was back. "Hi, how are you?" were his soft words as he took me in to a taxi with a smile. I, for my part felt a little embarrassed at the trouble I had caused him that evening yet he did not seem to mind how once again he had had to come to his gappeluszka's aide.
"I am OK, thank you" was my reply as we got in to a taxi which took off as soon as we got in and though I did not know where we were going I got a sensation which both exited and frightened me at the same time. It being as if I was completely aware of the fact that we were going to a place where everything would be solved in the manner in which all should be, for we were heading to the destiny we had decided for each other; the one we deep down knew had to be.
The taxi ride was a short one which perhaps felt longer than it was giving my nervous and wanting to get to the place which in fact was a hotel. At that moment, my senses had come back to me to the point that I no longer needed my dear teacher to carry me in arms yet I had not ceased to require him to hold me and make me feel cared for. We walked in to the hotel and in to the elevator, as if this had all been planed yet by who was not as clear. As the fact was that we were being led by the forces of our longings which seemed to have enough of our denial of them.
It was however in the elevator that our stare in to each other's eyes became overwhelming as did our desire for what like the changing of the season, simply had to be; for it could not be stopped by anybody or anything. A kiss took over our actions as our hands took to each other's body with intentions of both exciting and being excited. Our kiss was long with both our tongues exploring as did our hands which increased our desire to finally take the final step which would include the sexuality we both craved.
I, however in all truth had been the one who had delayed this moment, given so many of my insecurities and perhaps other factors that I decided that even waiting to get in to our hotel room was what could be qualified; as an unnecessary delay. I was agitated, this I can not deny yet there was something else in me which told me the time was there and the place did not matter but what did was it had to be; for to deny it would be to refuse the very beings we were and the lives which we wanted to share.
At that moment, I must say all become unclear as does occur in moments of total lust or hatred, for what came next was my teacher and me making love up against the wall of the elevator with my back toward him and me bending slightly; so that his root might enter me with more ease. This is what we both had wanted so desperately that when it came it was like the greatest relief either of us had known, it being a case that we did not even want to engage in the oral satisfaction which builds up to what were doing; for our desperation was such that my rose and his root simply had to have one another or cease to survive.
How he moved inside me was like I had always imagined it would be yet when it finally happened it still caught me by surprise, as his root made me feel those words he had often spoken to me of how it was me and only me of whom he had thought about making love to every since we meet. This my rose could feel as she tried to mark every vain in his root with the pressure she applied. We were making love, finally and though we had not had time for all that usually builds up to what we were doing, we did not care for we were fully aware that there would be time for it later.
Naturally with us being in an elevator, we kept going up and down with the doors opening on different floors and some people even seeing us but they just seemed to turn away from us; almost as if they knew there was no pointing in telling us to cease our activities. It seeming to us that they were not even there but that they were images on a television which we had left on while we made love.
At this point my dear teacher's lust equaled my own as if he had been afraid for my sake that we might get caught yet seeing that I had thrown all my caution to the wind made him take control. This as he with strength in his arms and more so in his eyes put me on the floor where he ripped of my panties and simply penetrated my rose as deeply as his root would allow him to. There was something so solid about his root which surpassed all I had ever known with regards to stiffness that I could feel it all through out my body which added to the sensation of going up or down put me on the verge of my first orgasm with my dear teacher. It was by then that my dress had been entirely removed from my body, as I made love to my slisznuszkek with but a pair of stockings which my legs used to wrap around his body; as he without merci or restrain made love to me. This being what I had wanted, for him to perhaps not force me but take me when my lust had reached its climatic point.
We were making love and yet there was more to it, for the fact that we were doing it in an elevator at that moment symbolized that I had lost all my trepidation, not only that I might get caught but it was to the point that I wanted the whole world to know that despite my being a married woman; I was in love with another man. In all reality, we or I could have waited to get to our hotel room where we could have made love discretely yet this felt so right because I had broken free of all the bonds which had held me. So, afraid had I been to even chat with my dear teacher on skype while my husband was home or receive SMS's from him past certain hours of the night yet none of this mattered; for we were involved in the ultimate act of sexuality between a man and a woman in total defiance of what ever and who ever.
How our bodies moved as his root, seemed to find all those places in my paradise that needed its attention was what made me, once again feel as if I were flying on a cloud; as my legs were wings and I a real angel. It was then that it had even escaped my memory that we were in an elevator, for this no longer held any importance what so ever as he took me one more time and changed our position to one which allowed us to imitate four legged creatures commonly referred to as "canines" or simply "dogs".
This position putting us in a world of our own, as if in a bubble where all that was around us only appeared to be near; for the reality was that it could not have been further from our lust for what we had waited for so long. In this position, I could also feel the source of his desires hitting my bottom or puppeluszka (as my dear teacher and I sometimes jokingly refer to it) which even motivated me further; as my rose tightened itself so he too might know how welcome his root really was. This causing his tempo to increase along with mine which brought on our first climatic conclusion, as we both in a simultaneous action brought an end to what was bound to continue in our hotel room till the following day.
My dear teacher and I had made love not only because a desire of the moment had forced it upon us, for truth would not be in this statement but we had longed for it so long that when it finally came; it was like a levee bursting. For my part, I can say that I had faced my fears and they had proven to be real in the way that I had told my dear teacher once that the reason, I did not want to go with him to the opera or a place of the sort was not so much that my trust in him did not suffice but I had none in myself.
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