The Lady Macbeth Effect
As a rule, Holly Chambers would have avoided Shakespeare like the plague. But the sight of possibly the sexiest Lady Macbeth ever to tread the boards was doing wonders for Holly's theatrical tastes.
The evening had begun as a mistake, a booking error on the theatre's part. Arriving in high-spirited expectation of seeing the latest Irish dance spectacular, she found that the tickets she had reserved over the phone were for the wrong show altogether. By way of their profuse apologies, the theatre management had offered to refund her money and invited her to see the Macbeth perfomance for free. She had hardly been thrilled at the prospect of sitting through three hours of dry old Bill Shakespeare. The very thought brought back memories of insufferable English lessons spent analysing texts that might just as well have been written in bloody Swahili for all the sense they had made to Holly. Still, she had reasoned, it was a free night out, and her appreciation for the Bard might well have altered in the twelve years since she had left high school.
She was wrong. After less than a quarter of an hour, Holly found herself fidgeting in her seat, earning herself some disapproving stares from people occupying the row in front. But she couldn't help herself. The 'thees and thous' bounced off her eardrums, drove her to distraction. Holly doubted whether she'd be able to endure it until the end of Act One without having to leave. But just as she was trying to choose a moment when her exit from the middle-row seat would cause the least disturbance for the other theatre-goers, she was suddenly transfixed by the stunning vision of Lady Macbeth gliding onto the stage.
Holly was some way back from the stage, but even at this distance she could appreciate the beauty of the actress. The long, sleek black hair falling to the waist, the figure-hugging electric-blue gown which accentuated fabulous hourglass curves. Holly quickly fumbled for twenty pence to free the opera glasses from a holder set into the rear of the seat in front. Ignoring more annoyed stares, Holly hooked her blonde hair behind an ear, raised the glasses to her eyes and drank in a closer view of the actress's mouthwatering decolletage. God, she thought, all these years she'd never envisaged Lady M being so absolutely fuckable.
A tingle of desire deep between Holly's thighs only increased in intensity as the play progressed. She could barely tear her eyes away from the opera glasses, so entranced was she by the sex goddess whose sizzling sensuality dominated the stage. By the interval, Holly was so turned on that she spent most of the twenty minutes in the ladies, standing against a cubicle wall and biting on her lip to stop herself crying out as she masturbated.
But any relief she obtained was shortlived. No sooner had she set eyes on Lady Macbeth again than Holly was burning with rekindled desire. Her pussy began to moisten, growing wetter by the minute.It was all she could do not to finger herself there and then in her seat. She had rarely been so aroused as the curtain finally fell on the performance.
Holly lingered in her seat as the rest of the audience began to mill around her. She was breathless, her heart racing, feeling a deep yearning that clawed at the pit of her stomach. Then after a few minutes she told herself not to be so ridiculous and made to leave.
"Excuse me."
Holly turned at the well-spoken voice to see an attractive brunette in a flattering little red number smiling down at her.
"Yes?" Holly said, returning the smile, and the woman took the now empty seat next to her.
"I believe these may be yours," the woman whispered and discreetly opened her hand to show Holly a pair of very daring black panties scrunched up in her palm.
If Holly had not been so startled, if she'd had time to think about her reply, then she would doubtless have denied any knowledge of the wayward lingerie. But as it was, she reacted instinctively, clutching a hand to her mouth in shock.
"Oh, my God!" she breathed. She'd never even realised. But how could this woman possibly know...?
The amused brunette saw the question in Holly's wide, horrified gaze.
"I was in the cubicle nextdoor," she explained.
"But I thought," Holly croaked before uncharacteristic embarrassment stole her voice.
"Relax, sweetheart," the woman soothed, the humour playing attractively around the corners of her glossy lips. "So you got a little more carried away with yourself than you realised. Where's the crime in that? Besides, no one else heard a thing. I saw you leave, spotted these and put two and two together."
Still blushing, Holly took the panties and quickly stuffed them into her clutch purse.
"I'm Jenny," the young woman introduced herself, and after Holly had somewhat self-consciously reciprocated, Jenny added: "So what got you so hot under the collar anyway?"
Holly froze. It was one thing someone finding out what she'd been up to during the interval, but quite another admitting to a total stranger that she had lesbian inclinations! She was about to brush off the question, or lie that it was Macduff or Banquo who'd driven her to play with herself in the loo when Jenny said quietly, "Lady Macbeth, right?"
Holly stared. But as Jenny grinned knowingly, Holly relaxed and felt colour flood her cheeks again.
"I knew it!" Jenny laughed.
"Was it that obvious?" Holly asked, and Jenny nodded.
"Let's just say that gorgeous Lady M can have that kind of effect on a girl."
Holly studied Jenny closely. "You too?"
"Well what d'you think I was doing in the ladies?" Jenny retorted, and both women broke into muffled laughter.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Jenny offered as their humour eased. Holly glanced up, thought she saw something more than just cordiality flash in Jenny's seagreen eyes. Their gaze locked for a long moment as Holly agreed.
They left the now almost empty auditorium and made their way out of the theatre into the cool evening. Jenny pointed to a small bar just across the road and automatically reached for Holly's hand as they crossed the busy thoroughfare. Their fingers intertwined and Holly felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins at the contact.
The bar was crowded but they managed to find themselves a small table in one corner. They sat down with their drinks and exchanged smalltalk about themselves: their careers, their cars, their love lives. It was in the wake of recounting their respective ltanies of failed relationships with lousy blokes that they once again lapsed into eloquent silence and locked eyes.
"I've got a confession," Jenny admitted at length, eyeing Holly over the rim of her glass. She put down the tumbler and leaned forward a little, reaching under the table to run her fingers up over Holly's thigh.
"Really?" Holly feigned innocence, all the while wishing Jenny's fingers higher, longing for her to edge ever nearer her wet pussy, to finger her, to slip inside.... "I can't imagine what."
"I so want to fuck you," Jenny sighed. "Even more than Lady Macbeth."
"And that kind of flattery will get you everywhere," Holly smiled.
Jenny's apartment was only a ten minute drive away, but they never made it. In the dimness of the multistorey car park, they could resist their mutual desire no longer. Holly moaned as her blouse was torn open, felt her bra wrenched off so that the straps dug into her flesh in a delicious merger of discomfort and pleasure. Jenny descended on her bare tits with relish, cupping each of her full breasts and drawing on the hardening nipples with famished lips. Holly held Jenny's head close as she suckled, felling the juices in her pussy increase to a deluge. For the second time that evening, she was unbearably aroused as the aching hunger deep between her legs demanded that it be sated. She was trembling with pent excitement as Jenny pushed her back onto the bonnet of the car and pushed up her black pencil skirt.
As Holly opened her legs, Jenny slid her hands up the insides of her glistening thighs and teased her fingertips around the lips of Holly's pussy. Holly thought that she would go mad with desire, and then as Jenny's tongue found the hard, sensitive bud of her clit, Holly groaned so loudly that her wanton cry echoed around the deserted car park. But Holly was insensible to anything except her own pleasure which was mounting by the second as Jenny lapped at her pussy.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded, entwining her fingers in Jenny's long dark hair as was edged ever closer to the abyss of total sexual abandon. Her pussy was aflame, raging, and as Jenny's fingers slipped between the warm, wet lips of her cunt, Holly was at last overwhelmed by the orgasmic inferno. She bucked, gasping as the huge climax robbed her of breath and she instinctively clutched her hands over her own tits, squeezing them hard, cupping and fondling in a feverish reaction to the unquenchable heat of coming. And as the orgasm waned all too soon, Holly sat up and pulled Jenny to her, kissing her passionately, their velvet tongues each other for a long, delicious moment.
A loud cough caused them both to look round sharply. A fair-haired young man stood some feet away, his expression betraying an obvious struggle to mask voyeuristic excitement with an air of authority.
"I...I think you'll find that your...your ticket expired twenty minutes ago," he stammered, but Jenny simply flashed him a melting smile.
"Well, I'm sorry about that," she breathed. "But I'm sure I can make it up to you."
She turned in Holly's loose embrace and leaned back, opening her own legs wide in an action that most definitely spoke louder than words. The attendant hesitated, torn between sense of duty and sheer animal instinct. Seconds later, he was eating clumsy kisses into Jenny's slender throat.
As Jenny leaned back against her, Holly slowly unzipped Jenny's sexy red dress and helped to peel it down over her beautiful, curvaceous body. Holly felt a renewed stirring of irrespressible desire at the sight of Jenny's flawless figure, momentarily jealous that she was expected to share it with this awkward stranger who had disturbed their lovemaking prematurely. But the jealousy passed in an instant as Holly allowed herself to yield to the excitement of the unexpected threesome.
Unhooking Jenny's bra, Holly tossed the flimsy lace aside and clasped her hands over her gorgeous tits, grinding her palms down against Jenny's erect nipples and squeeing her fingertips deep into the succulent peaks of firm flesh. Jenny whimpered, turning her neck to the attendant's ravenous caresses and reaching a hand up to clutch at Holly's silky hair in response to the sensual fondling.
"Don't stop!" she rasped, and Holly was only too pleased to oblige, kneading Jenny's tits harder and harder, squeezing so firmly that she realised that she was in danger of hurting Jenny, of marring her perfection with weals and bruises.
"Sorry, honey," Holly whispered, but Jenny just shook her head and turned to kiss her anxious lover, the sizzling caress conveying Jenny's wordless assurance. Then Jenny returned her attention to the lust fuelled attendant and wrapped her long legs around his waist, drawing him in towards her.
"What are you waiting for?" she purred. "I want to feel you inside me."
The young man could hardly unbutton his trousers fast enough. In no time at all, they were around his knees and his throbbing erection was slipping up into Jenny's dripping pussy. As the glistening head of his cock pushed further into her velvet vagina, Jenny caught her breath and clutched once more at Holly's hair.
"God, he's big!" she gasped as though he were not there, responding to the exquisite sensation of his huge dick smoothly filling her cunt by sharing another deep, lingering kiss with an increasingly excited Holly. Holly felt Jenny's body tremble as the attendant began to pump away between her wet thighs, his hands rubbing over her tits, his tongue trailing along one shoulder and up the side of her neck to her ear where he champed down on the lobe with a grunt. His hips began to move with greater urgency now as Holly slipped her fingers down to Jenny's clitoris and began to rub it rapidly.
Jenny came just seconds before he did. Caressed into the embrace of a sweeping orgasm, Jenny recoiled into Holly's arms with a loud moan of release, her body drenched in sweat, her head tossing side to side insensibly. And before her own climax could subside, a deep growl of satisfaction sounded in the attendant's throat as he came. Holly ran her tongue over her lips as she imagined each blissful spurt of his spunk mingling with the copious juices of Jenny's pussy to create one hell of a cocktail.
"Spectacular perfomance, darling," Holly whispered moments later as Jenny lay panting against her. Jenny looked round, flushed, her eyes sparkling.
"Fancy an encore?" she breathed, and Holly smiled. God, she loved William Shakespeare!
THE END
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