1. Linda


    Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: perry47, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Linda Where are you going?” repeated Tim firmly. “Out!” said Linda sharply. “I’m going to a play at the Livingston Theater. The Palo Players. You’ve probably never heard of them.” Tim studied his wife and she met his gaze firmly. “Why are you being so uppity?” he asked. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He looked at his watch. “You can go out. It’ll be dark when you get back. What time’s it over?” “Ten-thirty,” Linda, answered her irritation growing. She started to open the door. “Who are you going with?” he demanded. “I’m going alone!” “Linda, you’ve never done this before.” His face was red and he was sputtering. She’d never seen him like that and it frightened her. “Yes, that’s too bad, isn’t it?” Linda didn’t wait for a reply. She got into the car and drove off, not looking back. She stopped for gas and continued on to the theater. Her seat was in the rear of the orchestra. It was not the most expensive seat, but then it was far from the cheapest. Here she could see, without being seen… much. This was all too new for her; she was not terribly sure of herself. Many couples arrived at the last minute. There was a general drone of voices as they were seated. They were still nodding and smiling and waving to friends when the house lights went down, and the curtain went up. A hush fell over the theater. Linda wasn’t familiar with the play. But it hardly mattered after the first player made his entrance. He played the wayward husband, and Linda, after studying ...
    her program and learning that he was a visiting actor from Chicago, concluded that he was one of the most attractive men she’d ever seen. By the time the first act was over, she’d fallen madly in love with him, and wondered how she could manage to meet him. No wondering. She was determined to go to his dressing room after the play was over. She wasn’t quite sure how that was done. But she certainly didn’t want to be one of a crowd at the stage door as he slipped out. He would never even notice her then. She thought she might be able to use some subtle persuasion backstage with him, maybe of an erotic nature, without appearing too bold. “Francesco,” she whispered to herself, as she studied her program, squinting in the dim light. The woman next to her looked at her sharply, and Linda realized she must have spoken aloud. She quickly closed her mouth and fixed her eyes on the play. She actually watched only Frankie, as he was called in the program. He was born of Italian parents, the program indicated, but his stage name was Frankie… Frankie Antonelli. He’d done summer stock in half a dozen cities and was part of a repertory company in Chicago. When the play ended, Linda asked someone who looked like a stagehand where Mr. Antonelli was. He looked curiously at her and nodded to a door. “Up the four stain, second room on the left.” Linda felt the man’s eyes on her as she skipped up the stairs. She meant it to be a light-hearted action, but nearly tripped on the top step. At his ...
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