TO BE OR NOT TO BE – PART 6

It was another sellout and we were even better than the night before. I changed into my new outfit and got kidded about looking like a schoolgirl. But Mark didn't kid, he was mesmerized. He took me to a jazz club in the village. We got there late and had to sit at a table in the back. It was dark, the only light coming from the spotlight that bathed the stage. We got our drinks and sat back to enjoy the show. We were sitting in chairs and Mark slid himself next to me. Getting lost in the music, without even thinking about it, I put my hand on his thigh under the table. Mark played it cool, then put his hand on my thigh at the edge of my skirt and started to softly scratch my leg. The feeling of fingers against the sheer nylon of my pantyhose sent shivers up my spine.
Instinctively, I started to do the same to him. Mark scooted up in his seat so that my hand was a short distance from the bulge in his pants. "What the hell," I thought, "this was going to happen eventually." I slowly inched my hand to his zipper. He stiffened, looked around, and casually undid his belt. I reached inside and released his cock and started playing with it. I looked over at Mark and he was looking at me, smiling. His cock grew in my hand and I was not disappointed. He had his hand up my skirt and was rubbing my pantyhose encased clit. Since I was going to be living as a woman, I was going to refer to my cock as my clit from now on.
Before either of us came to a satisfying climax, the band finished its last song and the lights came up. We were both more interested in what was going on under the table that we were not prepared when it happened and had to sit there and calmly get ourselves together before we could stand up to leave. When we got to the sidewalk outside, we both burst out laughing at what just happened. I took his arm and pressed up against him. I could tell this pleased him and we strolled down the street. We stopped for a slice of pizza and a beer before grabbing a cab back to the hotel.