Encounter of a New Kind
(by Jennifer Laura)
Have you ever attended a show in the upper grades of an ancient theater? You know,
the kind with gilded loggias and steep upper seating arrangements?
Well, usually, I much prefer to sit on the ground and I generally book a seat
in the Corbeille, that is the seating arrangement nearest to the stage.
Unfortunately, because of previously arranged travelling obligations, I discovered
the forthcoming ballets by Jiri Kylian at the Palais Garnier (this is the old
Opera House in Paris) only upon my return and only days before the show.
I simply could not miss this show! Even though the house was fully booked, except
for some seats in the cheaper places, high up in what the French calls the "pigeonnier"
(that is the pigeons' loft!), I still booked a seat.
To add to my discomfort of being so far from the stage that you imperatively needed
binoculars to see anything, the upper position makes the air stale, hot and stuffy.
Moreover, the cheaper seats mean that the students and younger audience take them.
One redeeming feature of ballets is that only aficionados attend such show and
the younger audience is particularly reverent about the show. No coughing, sniffing
or any other untoward disturbances here! That's quite a change from other kind
of shows, where the youngsters tend to be somewhat boisterous.
Anyway, I dress in one of my formal evening gown, complete with long black satin
gloves. I wear a sophisticated make-up, befitting such an illustrious place as
the Paris Opera House. Naturally, I feel rather out of place amongst the younger
public, wearing turtleneck pullovers and pants.
Once the curtain lifts, the silence up here is impressive, while way down below,
the older and more affluent public coughs, sneezes and moves on their chairs.
Unfortunately also, I have to watch most of the show through binoculars!
During the first intermission, I do not want to leave my seat, notwithstanding
the stuffy heat. It would be simply too troublesome to cross again the row of
seats to get back to my own. Of course, most of the public spread out in the foyers.
As they leave the theater proper, the tumultuous noise subsides. I look curiously
around.
I am instantly attracted by the young girl almost directly behind me. Naturally,
due to the steep incline of the seats, she is above me. Actually, my head is roughly
between her thighs! When I glance in her direction, she blushes and she looks
away. She wears a pink tee shirt, nicely stretched over rather generous breasts.
The outline of her underwired bras is clearly visible. She wears also a pleated
skirt in gray wool and a pair of white cotton anklet socks, with black patent
low heels. The skirt would be normally prude if the girl were crossing her legs,
or simply keeping them together. However, the girl keeps her thighs slightly apart.
It is my own turn to blush! The girl wears unmistakably frilly pink rumba panties,
and those are too obviously padded for the girl not being diapered underneath.
I have already seen diapered young girls or mature women before. Yet, I have never
seen a diapered teenager. Moreover, wearing rumba panties over diapers denotes
a complete addiction and not merely a medical condition!
I do not think that I am some kind of pervert, although I find men too vain and
egotistic to be attractive. I am much more inclined towards the people of my own
gentler sex. Yet, I seldom have the opportunity to satisfy my natural inclination,
as I am much to busy professionally to have any meaningful and lasting relationship.
This is to explain to you why I feel instantly attracted towards the peculiar
younger girl. I do not wish to embarrass her unduly and I turn round. During the
second ballet, I cannot prevent myself to get distracted and to turn around. The
young girl's thighs are even farther apart, as she watches the dancers intensely.
I get terribly aroused simply looking at her padded crotch in the exciting frilly
pink panties. I realize that my love life has been on hold for too long!
During the second intermission, the heat up here becomes extremely unpleasant.
I do not hesitate to leave my seat, even less so that the young girl of my curiosity
gets up as well.
I swear that my act is not intentional! As I stand just behind the girl in the
queue filing out towards one of the foyers, I get suddenly pushed against her.
I feel momentarily the thick padding over her cute rounded bottom pressing against
my midriff. I get instantly wet! At the same time, I start an apology and the
girl turns her red face towards me. I apologize again, showing the pressing crowd
around us. She is still red-faced, but she smiles at me; and what a delightful
smile she has!
I seize this unexpected opportunity to engage the subject of my attraction in
a conversation. She confirms that she is alone this evening, as I lead her towards
one of the bars, in the central foyer. I propose a drink and she accepts a glass
of orange juice, while a take a Perrier. As expected, she is still in Lyc�e (that
is the equivalent to Senior High School), preparing her baccalaureate. She would
like to become a dancer, but she is afraid that will be impossible. As she says
these regretful words, she blushes again nicely. Of course, if she wears diapers,
she can hardly turn professional ballerina! Alternatively, she hopes that she
can join the Beaux-Arts (that is the Paris School of Arts).
I would not say that her chatting does not interest me. Yet, the only thing I
retain is that she lives alone in a miserable rented room, under the roof of an
old building. She does not even enjoy any view on Paris for her pain to walk up
all the way, as her room opens onto the dark pit of an inner courtyard!
When the bell rings for the third and final ballet, we return to our respective
seats. Before the lights dim, I turn around to smile at her. Naturally, I throw
another glance at her frilly pink rumba panties in the parted fork of her thighs.
She realizes that I can see her secret and she blushes once more, while sending
me a new timid smile in response. As the show resumes, I turn back to watch it
through my binoculars.
At the end of the show, I manage to stay with my intended prey when we join the
crowd towards the exit. It is raining and neither of us has carried umbrellas.
I feel irritated because my evening dress will be good for a trip at the dry cleaners
afterwards! To hope for a taxi in Paris on a rainy evening is useless.
I propose a lift to my young companion, if I can arrange one. Otherwise, we are
good to take the Metro.
I pick my cellular phone from my evening purse and I call the Concierge at the
Ritz, near by. I am happy that they have a limousine available and soon to arrive.
I give the good news to the young girl. She looks terribly impressed. I propose
her to come to my place for a light supper and the car could drive her back afterwards.
She hesitates only very briefly, as she seems to press her thighs together. She
is checking the condition of her diapers! Finally, she accepts.
When I see the large black Mercedes, we dash trough the pavement towards the idle
limousine. The driver gets out and he opens the door for us, after verifying my
identity. We rush inside. However, we are still quite wet.
I use some tissue paper to wipe lightly my young companion's face. Initially she
tries to recoil, before letting me do it. We swiftly get on the riverbank expressway.
We pass through the tunnel where Diana, Princess of Wales met her fateful death
and we get out at I�na. We go up towards the Trocadero and the limousine soon
stops in front of my apartment block. I ask the driver to wait after signing the
agreed charge for the full evening.
We exit promptly from the taxi to rush inside the hall of my building. I take
my young companion's arm to lead her inside one of the elevators. We ride to the
top floor, where I occupy the penthouse.
I was expecting it fully that my companion would be fully impressed with the fabulous
view over Paris, as much as with the art collection. I propose that we should
get out of our wet dresses. She seems to hesitate, but I shall not let her any
time. I pull her in my bedroom, where I start removing my long gloves and my evening
gown. Underneath, I wear the sexy lingerie that I like. The young girl blushes
again when I look at her. I slip into a black chiffon neglig�e.
Then, I start undressing her. Naturally, she tries to prevent me at first. I ask
her gently if her resistance is connected with her diapers. She blushes even more
furiously and tears well in her beautiful eyes. Naively, she asks me how I know?
I brush lightly my lips on her lips and I whisper that She was showing her diapers
off throughout the ballet! As she appears stricken, I kiss her again gently while
dismissing her worries as inconsequential. She seems somewhat reassured that I
take it so lightly and she lets me finish removing her blouse, bras, jumper, shoes
and socks. She stands before me wearing only her adorable frilly pink rumba panties
above the nice padding of her diapers. They do not look sagging. Nonetheless,
I ask her if she is wet? She merely nods her pretty blushing head. I take her
to my wide bed, where I force her to lie down, flat on her back. She tries to
hide her breasts behind one folded arm, while trying to prevent me pulling down
her rumba panties with her other hands. I adore her prude restraint, coming together
with her wearing diapers in public places!
I manage to pull down her panties. Underneath, she wears also pink transparent
plastic panties, which explains the absence of sagging diapers. Her cloth diapers
evidence clearly a wide yellow stain through the translucent plastic panties.
I pull down as well her plastic panties, before removing the two large safety
pins. I open the wet diapers with trembling fingers and a thumping heart. I feel
almost faint with excitement! I discover the most adorable little sex, so nicely
smooth and rounded. I want to kiss and lick it so much! However, I refrain myself.
Naturally, I lack everything to look after a baby. I use some of my make-up cotton
pad and body lotion to replace the missing wet wipes. I clean delicately her rounded
sex and the top of her loins. The adorable girl starts purring like a kitten.
In order to continue my cleaning, I lift her legs up in the air. I wipe the deep
valley between the firm cheeks of her creamy buttocks. She moans even more, hiding
her blushing face behind her arm. I have certainly no clean diapers to replace
her wet ones. A folded towel will do! I attach the substitute for proper diapers
with the safety pins. Then, I pull completely off her two pairs of panties.
Leaving the girl lying on her back, I carry the plastic panties to my bathroom,
where I rinse them under warm water. I dry them with a towel and I come back to
the girl. I put the clean plastic panties back on.
I take out one of my own pajamas, selecting the cutest one from earlier days.
The top is a sleeveless Tee shirt with spaghetti straps. A pink heart adorns the
soft white cotton. The Capri pants are in pink and white gingham and attach with
cotton strings. I help my delightful young companion in the cute pajamas. She
looks so fresh and adorable. Her wide padding makes her even younger and more
innocent. I cannot resist kissing her again on the lips, slightly deeper this
time.
I grab her hand to pull her to my large kitchen. She helps me to prepare our light
supper. Once it is ready, she pushes the trolley to the living room. I light up
some candles, before turning off the lights. The wet lights of the Paris skyline
through the wide bay windows and the candles look very romantic. We sit side by
side on the sofa to take our supper. As I watch my delightful companion eat her
meal with a spoon, I long so much to take her in my arms to feed her! I even dream
to give her some liquid food in a baby bottle!
When we finish our supper, she helps me clean our dishes. It is already getting
late and the rain still streaks the lighted sky. I propose my companion to stay
for the night. As she appears to hesitate once more, I tell her that she can use
my guest's bedroom. She follows me to the room and it seems to alleviate some
of her fears. She accepts my offer.
I call the limousine driver to stop his services for the night. Then, I take out
clean bed sheets. The mattress is already protected. She helps me make the bed.
I put her in bed and I tuck her in. I bend down to kiss her gently once more on
her fresh lips.
After leaving her alone, I return to my bedroom. I put her clothes and wet diapers
in the washer-dryer machine, before preparing to go to bed. As I start drifting
slowly to sleep, I imagine converting my guest's bedroom in a proper nursery.
I imagine taking my new baby to shop for the cutest clothes. I dream again feeding
her formula and baby's food. I dream the sweetest dreams that night of encounter
of a new kind.