Day 6: Public Sex

Day 6: Public Sex

The lights dimmed as the show began, the crowd in the Vegas theater buzzing with excitement. Ava sat on the edge of her seat, her eyes fixed on the stage, clearly thrilled to be there. She had begged Deborah to come to this show—something she'd been dying to see for months. Deborah, ever the indulgent one when it came to things like this, had agreed, though she played it off as if she was doing Ava a huge favor.

"This better be worth it," Deborah muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she adjusted her seat, throwing her shawl over her shoulders.

Ava grinned, leaning in slightly. "Oh, trust me, it will be," she whispered, her excitement barely contained. "I've been wanting to see this for ages."

Deborah raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "You're like a kid in a candy store," she teased, though there was a glint of something darker in her eyes. "I guess I'll let you enjoy your little moment."

Ava huffed, rolling her eyes as she turned her attention back to the stage. "It's art, Deborah," she muttered, her voice tinged with mock seriousness. "I know that's hard for you to appreciate sometimes."

Deborah chuckled softly, her fingers brushing lightly over the shawl as she adjusted it, her movements casual and deliberate. "Oh, I appreciate art," Deborah drawled, her voice low and full of amusement. "But I also appreciate... other things."

Ava didn't pay much attention to the last part, her focus too wrapped up in the performance in front of her. But when Deborah's hand slid over her lap, resting innocently below the shaw in her lap, Ava's heart skipped a beat. It felt like nothing at first—just a casual touch, something Deborah might do out of habit. But then, the touch lingered.

Ava shot Deborah a quick glance, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice low enough that no one around them could hear.

Deborah's smirk deepened, her eyes fixed on the stage, though her hand began to move ever so slightly under the cover of the shawl. "Nothing," Deborah murmured, her voice full of feigned innocence. "Just making myself comfortable."

Ava's breath caught in her throat as Deborah's hand pressed lightly against her lap, the subtle pressure sending a jolt of excitement through her. She tried to focus on the show, tried to act like nothing was happening, but it was impossible to ignore the way Deborah's fingers were brushing against her, the heat of her hand seeping through her pants. Somehow the older woman seemed to know just where her clit was despite not being able to really feel it through her pants.

"Deborah," Ava muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced around nervously, her heart racing. "We're in public."

Deborah chuckled softly, her hand moving with slow, deliberate intent, pressing harder against Ava's lap. "I know," Deborah whispered, her voice thick with amusement. "That's what makes it fun."

Ava's breath hitched, her body reacting to the touch despite the crowded theater around them. She shifted slightly in her seat, trying to keep her composure, but the way Deborah's hand was moving—slow, subtle, but unmistakably deliberate—made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.

Deborah's fingers pressed against her through the fabric of her pants, brushing over her clit with just enough pressure to send shivers up Ava's spine. The shawl draped over Ava's lap hid everything from view, making it look as though nothing was happening, but Ava knew better. And so did Deborah.

"You've been so excited about this show," Deborah whispered, her breath warm against Ava's ear as her fingers continued their teasing movements. "But I bet I can make it even more exciting for you."

Ava bit her lip, her body trembling as she tried to keep herself from reacting too visibly. "You're impossible," Ava muttered, her voice shaky as she struggled to keep her voice steady. "We're... we're supposed to be watching the show."

Deborah smirked, her hand pressing harder against Ava's clit, the pressure building as her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles. "Oh, I am watching," Deborah whispered, her voice full of dark amusement. "But I think this is much more interesting."

Ava's breath came in short, shallow bursts, her heart racing as she felt the pleasure building inside her. She gripped the armrests of her seat, trying to ground herself, but the way Deborah's hand moved against her, the subtle but insistent touch, made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.

Deborah leaned in closer, her lips brushing lightly against Ava's ear as she whispered, "I can feel how wet you are, even through your pants."

Ava whimpered softly, her body trembling as the heat between her legs grew more intense, the teasing touch of Deborah's fingers driving her wild. She glanced around the theater, her eyes darting from one oblivious person to the next, but no one seemed to notice what was happening under the shawl. It was their secret—one that was quickly pushing Ava to the edge.

Deborah's fingers pressed harder, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out small gasps from Ava's lips that she struggled to stifle. The lights of the show flickered across their faces, but all Ava could focus on was the way Deborah's hand was working against her, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body.

"You're so easy to break," Deborah whispered, her breath hot against Ava's ear, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I can feel how badly you want to let go."

Ava bit her lip, her breath coming in short, shaky bursts as she struggled to keep her composure. "Deborah... please," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of desire and fear of being caught. "We're... someone's going to notice."

Deborah chuckled softly, her fingers never stopping their relentless teasing as she pressed harder against Ava's clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles through her pants. "No one's going to notice," Deborah whispered, her voice low and full of dark amusement. "They're too busy watching the show. But you're not, are you?"

Ava whimpered again, her body trembling as the tension inside her grew tighter, coiling in her stomach like a spring ready to snap. Her fingers dug into the armrest, her knuckles turning white as she tried to ground herself, but it was no use. The heat between her legs was unbearable, and Deborah's touch was pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"I can feel how close you are," Deborah murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction as her fingers moved faster, the pressure on Ava's clit building with each stroke. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure reached a fever pitch. She could barely focus on anything else—her mind was spinning, her body was on fire, and the only thing she could think about was the way Deborah's hand was working against her, driving her wild.

Deborah's smirk deepened, her fingers pressing harder, moving faster, as she leaned in closer. "Come on, sweetheart," Deborah whispered, her voice full of command. "Let go."

Ava's body tensed, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the orgasm built inside her, threatening to overwhelm her. She could feel it—so close, so close to the edge—and then, with one final stroke of Deborah's fingers, the tension snapped, sending a wave of pleasure crashing over her.

Ava bit down hard on her lip, her body trembling as the orgasm ripped through her, her hips bucking slightly against Deborah's hand as she came, her entire body shaking with the force of the release. She could barely breathe, her chest heaving as she struggled to keep from making too much noise, but the intensity of it all left her weak, spent, and overwhelmed.

Deborah's fingers slowed, her hand gently caressing Ava's thigh as she pulled back slightly, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she whispered, "Good girl."

Ava's breath came in short, ragged bursts, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to recover from the intensity of what had just happened. She glanced around the theater again, her eyes wide with disbelief that no one had noticed—that no one had any idea what Deborah had just done to her.

Deborah leaned back in her seat, her hand resting casually on her lap as if nothing had happened, her smirk never fading as she whispered, "Told you no one would notice."

Ava groaned softly, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction as she glanced over at Deborah, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm. "You're... unbelievable," Ava muttered, though her voice was weak, full of affection.

Deborah chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she replied, "You're welcome."

Ava's breath was finally starting to steady, though her body was still buzzing with the aftermath of what had just happened. She glanced at Deborah, the teasing smirk on the older woman's face making her pulse quicken again. The idea formed before she could stop herself, and with a sly grin, Ava leaned closer, her voice low and full of mischief.

"You know," Ava whispered, her eyes flicking toward the dimly lit hallway leading to the bathrooms, "we could take a little break... head to the bathroom. Maybe I can return the favor."

Deborah raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening as she glanced sideways at Ava. "Oh?" Deborah murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "And what about your precious show? You were dying to see this."

Ava shrugged, her grin widening as she leaned in even closer, her breath warm against Deborah's ear. "It's not as interesting as I thought," Ava whispered, her voice teasing. "I think I'd rather focus on... something else."

Deborah let out a soft, sarcastic laugh, her hand brushing lightly against Ava's arm as she leaned back in her seat, clearly enjoying the shift in power. "Is that so?" Deborah muttered, her voice low and full of amusement. "You're already giving up on the show you couldn't stop talking about for weeks?"

Ava's heart raced, her body still humming with the excitement of what had just happened, and the thought of turning the tables, of giving Deborah a taste of her own medicine, was too tempting to resist. "What can I say?" Ava whispered, her voice thick with playfulness. "Your performance was far more…pleasurable. So what do you say?"

Deborah paused for a moment, her smirk widening as she watched Ava with that knowing look, the one that always made Ava feel like she was being tested. Finally, with a low, amused chuckle, Deborah stood, adjusting her jacket and giving Ava a sideways glance. "Lead the way," Deborah muttered, her voice thick with satisfaction.