The Opening Act

"I've missed you so much," Jon said after they had finished the appetizer. The foie gras had gone beyond the sublime, properly rich, yet delicate and light, practically evaporating on their tongues. He took up Jayne's hand and pressed her dainty fingers to his lips. The rest of the dining room was of little matter to him and Jayne, for this was their special night.

"I've missed you too," she replied. "But the time has gone so quickly. We've both been so busy. And now here we are."

And they were together and that was all that mattered. As they worked through the courses, Jayne's foot returned to tease his lap from time to time. As the waiter arrived to serve the seafood, Jon grabbed her foot and held it against the throbbing bulge in his pants to keep her from wiggling and rubbing it against him. When the waiter left, he let go and she withdrew it so that she could sit up to eat comfortably.

The food was outstanding. The hamachi tuna, seared rare, and a fat, perfectly cooked scallop luxuriated in a fricassee of lobster and black-trumpet mushrooms. A wonderful palate cleanser, a lemon sorbet with a generous splash of grappa, chased it. The tenderloin was sumptuous, fork tender and backed up by real oxtail ravioli, a celery-root puree, and crosnes, a conch shell-shaped root vegetable with a mild, nutty flavor with an exquisite sauce made from white Alba truffles.

But nothing was as sweet or edifying as the kisses they shared in between. As Jon leaned back from one particularly sweet kiss, her heard a stirring off to the side and glanced over to see an older gray-haired couple, smiling in approval of their romantic display of affection. And when it came time, they did indulge their waiter a requisite view of the dessert tray but declined as they had only a few minutes until the curtain went up at the theatre.

"Are we ready, luv?" Jayne asked once Jon had signed off on the check.

"Whenever you are," he replied.

The theatre was just two blocks away and they hurried through the evening air and were in their plush red seats just behind the brass railing of the mezzanine as the three knocks sounded. They looked at each other excitedly and watched intently as the lights were brought down and the show began. Being the dancer, Jayne couldn't help but let her body sway in her seat to the seductive and undulating beat of the music. In the safety of the darkened theatre, Jon grew brave enough to let his hand rest upon Jayne's leg. It was a seemingly innocent gesture at first, but with each scene he seemed to feel bolder. He began to work his hand up the length of her thigh until it slipped underneath the hem of her dress, then up past the lace top of her stocking to flirt with the soft tender skin of her bare thigh.

At first Jayne had rested her hand on top of his, hoping to arrest his progress. But he was insistent, so she let him go on until he reached the soft lace of her panty. His little and ring fingers began to rub gently against her. She tried holding her legs together to trap his hand, but he managed to keep his fingers moving against the folds of her pussy. She eventually gave up, relaxing her thighs and letting him have his way with her, feeling the dampness grow in her panties as he gently and teasingly stroked her slit. Finally, after a rousing "Hakuna Matata," which pretty much ended the first act, she leaned over to his ear.

"You are so going to get it when we get back," Jayne said, as the audience applauded.

Jon turned toward her. "That is exactly what I hope, my dear," he said, smiling in return.

At intermission, they adjourned to the theatre lounge, Jon ordering drinks while Jayne worked her way through the line for the ladies restroom. He waited for her, a great smile on his face. He loved being with her, and each time seemed better than the last. And he never felt it was truer than when she came out of the restroom, her hair and lip-gloss re-touched. The smile on her face when she saw him waiting for her melted him down.

"What took you so long?" he teased, handing her a drink and slipping his arm around her waist.

"Did you see that line?" Jayne exclaimed. "But then you'd wait for me however long it took, wouldn't ya?"

"Because you always make it worthwhile," Jon replied.

They stood and chatted for a few moments before heading back into the auditorium. As they set down their empty drinks and moved away, Jayne grabbed him by the arm. She took something from her bag and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

"Could you look after those for me?" she asked sidling up to him as they strolled along the aisle way.

Jon put his hand into the pocket and felt the unmistakable silken lace fabric that could only be her little g-string panties. And there was no mistaking the dampness he felt as he clutched them.

"You are a naughty little tease, you know," he smirked.

"I am not," she protested. "I'm a good girl."

"Um, I don't think so, Baby."

"But I'm always good to you, aren't I?"

"Always," he laughed.

They slipped back into their seats and finally had some time to admire and comment on their surroundings in the theatre, the Venetian terrazzo floors of the lobby and lounges, the luminous glass and tile mosaics, custom blown-glass lamps and hand-made metal light fixtures. The wall panels, doorways, arches, bars and handrails were made from African mahogany, accented by wonderful swirling veneers. There were colorful Stella murals decorating the interior walls, the proscenium arch, the fly tower and the spectacular ceiling dome.

"Isn't this gorgeous?" Jon remarked.

"Lovely, yes," Jayne replied.

Their eyes returned to each other at almost the same time. Jayne looped her arm around Jon's where it lay on the rest.

"Maybe this will help you behave," she laughed as she patted his hand.

"Don't bet on it," Jon answered.

Jon returned his other hand to his jacket pocket, his hand tingling when he felt her little g-string, still just the least bit damp. He sighed and looked at her; uncaring of who may be looking, he leaned over and kissed her, maybe a little too long because of the champagne and the bourbon whiskey, but a kiss that told her how much he had enjoyed spending the evening with her, how glad he was that she had come into his life, and how much he looked forward to spending time with her in the future. Then the lights went down and the Entr'Acte began Act Two.

The rest of the show seemed to go quickly. After one of the early numbers, Jon took advantage of Jayne's extended applause and let his hand fall down again to her lap. Though she shifted and crossed her legs, his hand began traveling up along her thigh. Under cover of the darkened auditorium, he managed to ease his fingers all the way up her thigh and tried to wedge his middle finger down between her crossed legs. Jayne shifted in her seat, uncrossed her legs and gave him access to her smooth bare pussy.

Meanwhile, her hand had found his lap and the firm lump that was growing in his trousers. As she moved her hand gently back and forth over him, so did he move his hand on her, the hardness of his cock matched by the wetness of her pussy. By the time the onstage lovers realized the depth of their feelings, so were these two in the audience realizing theirs, albeit on a more sexual level. Jayne had brought him nearly to complete hardness and his fingers had worked a knuckle or two up into her. As the romantic scene played out before them, she rested her head against his shoulder. She knew how much she wanted him, and could tell his feelings were the same for her.

The show played through to its stirring conclusion, and since they were in the middle of the row, Jayne and Jon waited till the aisles were nearly clear before they moved. Arm in arm they walked up the aisle, descended the stairs and strolled out through the lobby. The evening air was still comfortable, though a bit cooler and Jon helped arrange her wrap more snuggly about her shoulders.

As leisurely as they had walked earlier, there was a decidedly quicker pace to their steps on returning to their hotel. They decided to forego a drink at the bar and took the elevator on the way up to their room, sneaking a kiss along the way. They paused outside the room for a hug and an even deeper kiss. When they were inside, he took her wrap and held her in his arms, hoping that she wouldn't leave them the rest of the night. They kissed lightly and he ran his hands slowly up and down her back. When his fingers flirted with the tiny straps on her shoulders, she wiggled just a bit.

"Give me a sec, ok?" she whispered, edging toward the bathroom.

"Sure."

When she returned, Jon was standing by the window with a drink. There was one poured for her sitting next to a large wrapped package.

"Thanks for the drink, but what's this?" Jayne asked.

"Um, let's call it your CARE package," Jon said moving over beside her.

"Can I open it?"

"Of course, silly girl."

She pulled the ribbon off and tore open the colorful paper. Inside were two large boxes of Lucky Charms cereal and a package of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Jayne squealed when she saw them.

"We can't get these back home!" she exclaimed. "And what's this?" she asked looking through the packaging. "West Wing DVDs! You shouldn't have!"

Jon nodded his head shyly in embarrassment.

"You really do pay attention to what I like, don't you?" she laughed. Jayne reached over and took his chin in her hand and pulled his lips toward her for a kiss.

"That's not all," Jon said.

She rummaged amongst the wrapping and found a book, a first edition of his most famous novel, the one that had been made into a movie and earned the director an Oscar nomination. She was about to coo over that, but felt something else in the tissue stuffing. She picked up a long slender box and ran her hand over the royal blue velvet. When she popped the top open, the twinkling gleam of pearls upon the soft satin lining caught her eye. "My birthstone!" she exclaimed. "They're beautiful. You shouldn't have."

"Yes I should," he laughed.

"You're right. You should cause I love presents ... especially from you. Thank you, Baby," she said melting into his arms again. She leaned up and kissed him warmly again, her tongue quickly darting past his lips to tickle his and lure it out to play. After several moments, when she twisted her mouth away from his lips, she looked up at him. "I hope you like presents, cause I brought you something too." Jayne slipped over to the dresser and pulled out a small box wrapped in silver paper and blue ribbon. "I got this in London the last time I was home."

Jon looked at her as he accepted the unexpected gift, his brow tightened from surprise as he wondered just what she had brought him. He pulled off the wrap and opened the box. It was a wristwatch, a very nice one, in gleaming gold with a rich looking leather band.

"Jayne! Now this you shouldn't have! It's beautiful!"

"Do you like it?"

"I love it ... but you didn't have to."

"Yes, I did, after seeing that old thing you've been wearing and because I wanted to give you something that you could wear every day and think of me," she said, helping him strap it onto his wrist.

"Thank you, Sweetheart," Jon said, admiring the sparkling timepiece. "But thank you most of all just for being here with me."

"Mmm, you're welcome, Baby," she answered.

They stood together, holding each other, looking at each other's eyes closely. There was something being passed between them, something that had been unspoken. Jon raised his hand up to her face, stroking her cheek, his fingertips brushing the hair that had fallen free of her hairpins away from her eyes.

"You know that I'm awfully fond of you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jayne nodded. "I've known that for a while, because I feel sort of the same."

"Sometimes I think that I'm a fool for feeling this way, that I have no business getting involved with you," Jon admitted.

"You're certainly not a fool, but why feel that way? I want to be involved with you, I want to get to know you and love you."

"So do I ... and knowing that you feel that way means so much to me," Jon said sadly. "But look at our differences. We're from different generations ... different countries ... different artistic disciplines ..."

"You're really reaching with that last one, Baby," Jayne interjected. "But if those differences meant anything to me, I wouldn't be here tonight ... and I don't think you would be here either."

Jon wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. When his arms loosened, she turned inside the circle of his arms, and rested her back against his chest. They were near the window and could see the lights from the other buildings twinkling and the moonlight dancing on the lake in the distance. His arms cradled her as she leaned back against him, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through her dress. He could feel her nipples tighten up as his palms passed over them. The warmth of her body radiated through the silky fabric of her dress.

"Baby?" Jayne said.

"Hmm?"

"Will you do something for me?" she asked.

"Sure. Anything," he responded.

"Will you take me to bed and make love to me?" she asked, feeling his touch grow stronger at the sound of her words. "We've been teasing each other all night, ever since you got here, and I really want to feel your love ... I really need it tonight."

"Oh, yes, Sweetheart, I need it too," Jon said, finding a convenient stretch of her smooth sleek skin on her shoulder to kiss and savor. "Mmm, you taste as sweet as honey," he went on as his lips pressed out a series of kisses along her shoulder. Jayne sighed and stirred within his embrace and Jon whispered, "You know how much I love being with you, how I can never get enough of you. I'll gladly make love to you, Sweetheart."

He let his fingers dance down over her body, tracing the outline of what she still had on under the dress, feeling for the rising throb of her hardening nipples and the growing dampness of her pussy. When Jayne leaned away from him, his hands drew around to her back and tugged her zipper down all the way before slipping the thin little straps off her shoulders. The silky fabric began to fall away from her body, revealing the soft creamy curves of her body to his eager eyes. As he slipped the material from her body, his hands explored again every inch that was being uncovered, the taper of her waist, the curves of her belly, and the flair of her narrow hips.

The dress fell in a pool of black silk at her feet. She stepped free of it and Jon stooped to quickly scoop it up and drape it over a nearby chair. As he stood he let his hands glide up over her legs and bare ass, not stopping till they had reached around to cup her breasts. Pulling the cups of her bra away, he felt the warm skin of her naked breasts, her stiff pink nipples puckering up at the passing of his fingers over them. Reaching behind her, Jayne unfastened her bra and tossed it aside, leaning her head back against his chest as he touched her tits, squeezing them, pushing them together, pinching and pulling on her nipples.

"Oh, god, Baby. You know that drives me crazy when you touch me like that, don't you?" she said resting her hands on top of his, feeling his passion in the movement of his hands on her. His lips were kissing along her shoulder then up along her neck until he reached her ear.

"You know I love touching you, Jayne," he said before licking around her ear. He took a nibble out of her earlobe. "Mmm, and I only love kissing you more."

"Is that all you love?" she asked, feeling a shiver move through her body as his tongue and lips and teeth nuzzled all around her neck and ear.

"Let's see," he said, his hands still cupping her breasts, his lips pressing sweet little kisses around the back of her neck to the other side, his hips pressing up against the wiggling curves of her firm little butt. "Mmm, touching you ... kissing you ...those are both pretty high on my list."

"Anything else?" she asked, easing her hand between them, slipping her fingers over his thickening cock.

"I guess there is one thing more," he replied, and slipped his fingers down through the cleft of her sex, finding it warm and wet.

"And what would that be?" she asked, turning about to face him, her hand remaining on his growing manhood.

"I do so love fucking you, Jayne," he answered as his hands moved up over her shoulders to her neck to cradle her face once more.

"My, such language from a self-professed gentleman," she teased, her hand finding his zip and pulling it down. "And you've had the nerve in the past to call me naughty. What would your editor say? What would your legions of matronly readers have to say about that?" Her hand slipped inside his trousers and rubbed his cock through the warm silken boxers.

"I think they all might say something like, 'Quit your chattering and ... um, kiss the girl!' or something to that effect."

"So are you going to kiss her, talk her to death, or make wild passionate love to her?"

"All of the above, darling!" he answered. "Well, maybe except for the talking part."

Their lips met once more in a long deep sweet kiss. Jayne eased her hands up over his chest and pushed his jacket off his shoulders. While his hands cupped and played with her breasts, her hands worked quickly loosening and pulling his tie free, then unbuttoning his dress shirt. While his hands roamed over her silky smooth body, she eagerly undid his belt and opened his trousers and letting them free to fall to his ankles. She ran her hands over his boxers, feeling the bulge of his cock underneath. She slipped free of his embrace and sank to her knees in front of him, her hands all over the crotch of his boxers, curling her fingers around his cock and cupping his balls. Jon doffed his shirt and bent over to remove his trousers and shoes. Jayne leaned in toward him, kissing his cock through the silken boxers, feeling the stiffness grow beneath her touch and then dragging her teeth over it.

"Oh, god, can't you wait?" Jon asked as his body shuddered from the wild sensation that shot through him when she touched him so. He was reeling from the touch of her hands and mouth upon his most sensitive parts, feeling his cock grow longer and harder each minute that she played with him. He looked down at her creamy dreamy body kneeling before him, dressed only in stockings and suspenders, her hands and mouth playing with him through his silk boxers. He wanted so much to feel the wetness of her kisses on him, that he lowered his shorts down over his hips, enjoying the expression on her face as she watched his cock pop free. "Is that better, Sweetheart?"

"My god, yes!" she giggled, waiting till he kicked the shorts free and stood naked before her. She ran her hands up over his thighs and belly, then around to the cheeks of his ass; she leaned in to kiss where her hands had just been, feeling him moving his hips to direct her kisses toward his cock. She brought her hands back around to take hold of his member with one hand while the other fondled his balls. "Mmm, Baby ... are you ready for me?"

"Can't you tell?" he moaned as her hand stroked his shaft lightly. His body flinched when he felt the warmth of her wet lips on it and the feel of her tongue licking slowly up the underside till it reached the top, then swirled around and around and around the engorged head.

"Mmm, Baby, you taste good!" she sighed after her tongue flicked at the slit and opening, dribbling with precum. "Mmm, so good!" She licked her way down the shaft again and stroked it with her hand, circled his balls with her tongue, kissing them tenderly. Then she dragged her lips back up over his shaft, her hand letting go of it so that it almost fell into her opened mouth. Her lips closed around the head, her tongue twirled around the tip and she began to suck. Little sucking sounds came from her lips as her mouth descended on him, taking him slowly inside her, enough that she could start to bob her head on him. She heard him moan with pleasure as his cock disappeared inside her mouth.