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the orchestra section, right in front. Rodriquez sang many of his top hits, like “I Wonder”, “Crucify Your Mind”, and “The Establishment Blues.” His warm, folksy style was captivating. Natalie glanced over at Tanner, and he seemed to be engrossed in the performance. Although, he sat stiffly with his arm around her, and she knew she’d pay later for her transgression. For now, she was glad she wore the risqué dress, thoroughly enjoying herself.
    Then Rodriguez started into “I Think of You”, and Natalie’s heart warmed. In his rustic voice, he sang: “Brings memories…of your smiles, your easy laughter, of your kiss, those moments after…..”  The sweet love song filled the room.
    Tanner ran his fingers down the front opening of the offensive dress, over the soft inner side of her half-exposed breasts. With one arm over her shoulders, he tightened his embrace. His other hand teased her nipples through the thin fabric.
    But he didn’t stop there. His hand slid over her lap and under the hem of her tight dress. Brazenly, she’d worn no underwear. Almost as if he knew, he slid his hand up her thigh and across her bare sex.
    Natalie gasped quietly, her clit instantly hard. Fortunately, the concert hall was dark and all the people around them were focused on the performance. But the idea that the lights might suddenly go on, revealing Tanner’s intimacy, was a thrill.
    “Spread you legs,” he growled in her ear and she complied.
    “You’re wet,” he whispered a little too loudly, and Natalie blushed in the dark.
    His fingers pinched th e outer lips of her pussy, and he jostled his hand creating the arousal he sought. Natalie leaned back against his arm, and he squeezed her left shoulder, holding her steady.
    “If you defy me, and wear clothes intended to flaunt your sexuality, I’m happy to comply.”
    She winced, knowing he was still angry.
    His hot fingers, slid along her wet slit, oh so slowly and teasingly. She suppressed a whimper, but squirmed in her seat. She’d ceased to care if anyone was looking, intent on the pleasure Tanner could give her.
    With his head against hers, he licked her ear and swirled his tongue under her jaw. Weak with sensation, she spread her legs more, and Tanner took advantage. With one finger he massaged her clit, and a deep groan escaped her lips before she could suppress it.
    “Yes, baby,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath like a caress, distending her nipples against the fabric of her dress. “You’ll come in public, since you are so bold.”
    Natalie pressed her head against Tanner’s neck and slid over in her seat, as close to him as she could. The music from the stage continued to boom against the walls of the music hall, drowning out her panting.
    A whimper escaped her lips when he pinched her clit, very gently but perfectly. Two fingers tapped over her apex, and she felt a hot sensation from head to toe. Tap, tap – tap, tap – tap, tap. She was losing it. The release, almost within her grasp, had her tensed and waiting.
    P ushing her out of control, Tanner stroked her cunt and fingered her clit, controlling her emotions and her pleasure. Twice he stopped just before she could come, and the pain of delay, stabbed her. She ached for the release he could give, if only he would. A horrifying thought crossed her mind that he might not let her come, as punishment.
    But that thought was banished as soon as he swirled his fingers in her wetness, caressing and arousing her until she had no choice but to let go. Clearly, seeing her come in a crowd of people despite any shyness she may harbor, meant more to him than punishment at that moment. The embarrassment was overshadowed by the illicit reward of orgasm in public.
    His taunting of her wet cunt, and fingering of her clit continued, but more gently, as she came with huge force that could not be subdued. She clenched and shook in Tanner’s embrace, panting with her mouth closed to stifle the sound.
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