Choice

Thursday night Jack and I go to the theatre ; sometimes we have box seats.

Jack insists that this one night of the week I don't wear a bra or panties, although I usually wear a long skirt.

I don't mind, as I like the freedom, of my breasts against the fabric of my blouse, and the air between my thighs.

I know his game though.

Either he will surprise me on the outdoor deck at intermission or even more daringly against the box rail in the theatre, he will raise my skirt from behind , insert his cock and have his way with me surreptitiously, while I try to restrain my groans.

I know he likes the danger, the excitement of being caught. I'm not sure, I feel a little used, as I can't experience my own orgasm in public.