One Evening In San Francisco

Edna Sweetlove, the renowned collector of erotica, would like to draw your attention to a tale told to her by one of her friends. This is totally true, or so Philip says. But he is a bit of an arsehole.


SEX AT THE OPERA


Part One

Philip settled down in his seat. He had never seen "I Vespri Siciliani" before and, since he was in San Francisco on business, he had taken the opportunity of going to the opera one evening. He was sitting in the front row of the stalls and he had naturally smiled to the people on either side of him as he sat down. To his left he noticed a very attractive, slightly plump woman in her forties. The house lights dimmed. The overture played. The audience applauded and the drama began. 

After a few moments, he felt the arm of the woman to his left pressing against his shoulder. It was very pleasant and comforting and he did not move away but, although he assumed it was accidental, it was slightly distracting.

The pressure was not just the result of close seating he soon realised; her knee was now close to his and he knew this was intentional. He glanced over at his neighbour in the light reflected from the stage and the woman next to him smiled broadly at him. Philip realised he was being propositioned.

Philip was in his late forties at the time; married for some twenty years, with two teenage daughters. He had never been a faithful husband; his male friends mockingly called him Philip the Philanderer behind his back. If he has known about the nickname he would have been flattered. He had fucked over forty different women since he had taken his marriage vows.

The first act of the opera was very well performed and beautifully sung. It was, however, destroyed for Philip by his growing awareness that the woman next to him was making it outrageously obvious she was interested in him. Philip was used to making the running. He was the seducer, not the seducee. He was incredibly excited and his erection began to leak into his underwear when he felt the woman moving her leg against him more and more urgently.

The first interval came and, rather lamely, as the applause died down, Philip turned to his neighbour and asked her if she had enjoyed it. "Very much," she said in strongly accented English, "I found it most exciting music." He found himself trembling as he asked her if he could buy her a drink. She said yes but added, "Zese puritans here in San Francisco do not sell alcohol in ze theatre, so it must only be coffee."

In the course of two intervals, Philip found out that Inessa was Latvian, that she lived in New York, that she loved the opera, that she was married to an American, but was visiting friends in San Francisco for a few days without her husband and, yes, she would like very much to have lunch with him tomorrow. He, being a first-time visitor from London knew no restaurants in the city, but Inessa suggested where they should meet. They kissed good night, Inessa's mouth only a inch or so away from his, as she hailed a taxi.


Part Two

They met at a fashionable brasserie perhaps half a mile away from Philip's hotel; they sat facing each other at an intimate little table in a corner of the restaurant. Philip felt he had known Inessa for a long time as they talked familiarly and flirtatiously. The woman's Eastern European accent and her occasional grammatical faux pas were utterly charming and exotic.

"Tell me, Philip," she said, "Vat are ve doing after zis delicious lunch? I so much am enjoying your company." She leant over the table and kissed him on the mouth.

Philip was unsure whether to suggest bed immediately and unequivocally. He knew from past experience that striking too soon could lead to a disastrous rebuff. He readily admitted to himself he really did not understand why women decided to sleep with him or not. He decided to offer Inessa a choice: a visit to Alacatraz in the Bay, an exploration of Nob Hill perhaps, or....

"Or vat else, Philip? Vot other suggestion would you have? Vot if I have already been out to Alcatraz and have also been to look about Nob Hill?"

"Well, we could perhaps share a bottle of Champagne somewhere?"

"I like Champagne so much. And where vould be best place for Champagne? Do you know of good place?"

Philip suggested his hotel might offer a good champagne. Inessa was impressed he was staying at the St Francis and agreed it would be an excellent choice. "Do zey offer good room service at zis hotel," she enquired guilelessly. And thus, by 4.30pm, Philip and Inessa found themselves alone in room 201 at the St Francis, overlooking Union Square, with a bottle of chilled champagne in an ice bucket on the table between them.


Part Three

Once the waiter had poured out two glasses of Champagne and left, Philip toasted the woman, they clinked glasses and drank. They kissed and Inessa slipped her tongue into Philip's mouth. He put his arms around her; he lowered his hands to her buttocks and felt them as they kissed. Philip was quite surprised at what Inessa said next.

"So, Philip, now you have me in here in bedroom, I zink you want to fuck me, yes?"

"Well, yes, it would be very exciting to, er, to, to..."

"Do not use euphemisms like make love viz me; we come here to fuck. You know zis and I know zis. And ve shall fuck also. But please excuse me as I must go to bathroom first." and she finished her glass of champagne and went to the bathroom.

Philip was uncertain what he should do. Inessa was more open than any other woman he had ever met, but he did not want to risk wrecking the event. Women were so unpredictable. A mistake and she might just walk out. Should he get undressed and get into bed? Should he just wait and see? What was the best option? He decided he would turn down the bed and take off his shoes and socks and see what happened. He slipped his hand down into his pants, retrieved it and sniffed to check he was sufficiently clean.

In a very few minutes, the bathroom door opened and Inessa came out. She was naked. Philip looked at her body. She was much less heavily built than he had imagined: her breasts were full and sagged only very slightly, her waist was no longer that of a young woman, but her hips were sensuous and shapely. Her legs were much longer and slimmer than he had expected. And she was clean shaven.

"And vy are you still fully dressed, Philip? Do you vant I am to undress you?"

And she pulled his trousers and underpants down to the floor, motioned to him to step out of them and took his penis in her mouth without further ado. He was very excited and quite quickly came into her mouth.

"I like so much the taste of sperm," she declared and kissed him full on the lips. Philip was quite surprised when she spat some of his his own semen back into his mouth.


Part Four

They had sex two further times before falling asleep. Inessa was, Philip found out, one of those women who needed little or no manual clitoral stimulation to orgasm. Indeed, she was effortlessly multi-orgasmic and cried out deliciously at her climaxes.

Shortly before dawn, Philip awoke to find Inessa whispering into his ear. She told him she wanted him to fuck her like a dog, like a bitch in heat. "I shall turn over, stick my butt out for you and then you must fuck me very hard, like you are fucking a dirty bitch," she said.

Philip positioned himself behind her and looked at her proffered buttocks. They were magnificent: two large, fleshy, full, firm juicy half-peaches, unblemished by stretch marks or excess fat. He carefully parted them and gazed at her anus. It was exquisite. He knew what he must do. He carefully and deliberately began to lick her; he could smell her anus as he he licked her vulva from behind. Finally he thrust his tongue into her anus, probing and pushing past her sphincter.

"My God, that is zo good, you love to lick my ass, I love the feel of your tongue in my ass," she moaned. "Now you must fuck me harder than you have every fucked any woman, you must fuck me as if I am animal."

Philip was uncertain if she wished to be sodomised or not and he tentatively began to push his penis into her anus. She stiffened and said: "No, not in ze ass. In ze cunt. But ven you come near to come you will take it and and shoot your come all over my butt. I shall watch zis, it vill be very exciting to me."

And so Philip's fourth orgasm that night was all over the Latvian woman's buttocks and she turned her head round to watch his semen spurt out. And then she wet her right hand with his warm ejaculate and turned over, lay on her back and told Philip to watch whilst she masturbated using his come as lubricant. He watched Inessa enraptured, engulfed in the woman's unbridled sexuality. She screamed wildly at her orgasm.


Part Five

They went down to breakfast in the morning. Inessa had a glass of freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, a small bowl of fruit, ham and poached eggs, toast and coffee. Philip had little appetite. He gazed at the woman in bemused adoration. She was the most sensual creature he had ever met in his life. He was entranced.

She told him she must go back to her friends' house now; they would be worried about her. She admitted she had told them she would be away last night and that if her husband telephoned, they were to say she was visiting some old friends in Oakland. She gave him her telephone number and address in New York. She said she was busy the next evening but she would try and see him before he left for London in two days' time.

She did not call and he returned to London and his family in a state of considerable distress. He subsequently found out that the New York address and telephone number did not exist. Nor could he trace her on the internet. It was as though she had never existed. He had met the sex goddess of his dreams. And she was gone. He would never forget how she had tasted.