That Night

Its been said “music tames the savage beast”, I have to agree, listening to music can soothe, give confidence, even bring a tear to your eye, but what about the people who make music, does it effect them the way it effects me ?

I love to watch musicians in concert, they seem so in control, so demanding, yet, in awe of the music that they are creating.

The sensuality of music first struck me as I watched the school band play, the saxophone player stood centre stage, his lush mouth teasing the cords from the golden horn as his fingers caressed the tune, I wondered what those hands would feel like on me, could he play me like an instrument ?

From that moment I was hooked, watching live music whenever I could, years passed and still the passion remained, even as a twenty five year old woman, seeing a drummer pound out a primitive beat, I’d feel every pulsing thud send shivers down my spine and tingle between my thighs, a guitarist strumming with ease, teasing the music higher and higher, I’d imagine his fingers strumming against my breasts, making me sway and moan against him. The Horn player raising my desire as I watch his lips and fingers ease the melody over the audience.

Some evenings I’d to go to a Bar near where I lived that showcased new musicians, that’s where I met Declan, a thirty five year old, part time delivery man and piano player.

He was 6’1 with piercing green eyes and dark hair that was closely cropped, he had the kind of scruffy look that made you itch to touch him, to run your fingers over the slight stubble that dusted his chin, the kind of sparkle in his eyes that made a girl melt, and not so much a come to bed smile, but, more a come fuck me now smile.

I took a seat in the corner and watched each act take their turn on stage, it was almost the end of the night before Declan sat at the piano and started to play, his fingers danced over the ivory keys drawing out the sweetest melody.

The air of confidence that surrounded him as he played was intoxicating, I drew my gaze from the keyboard, and up over his lightly tanned arms, his shirt sleeves were pushed up and I could see the lower part of a tattoo on his inner arm, above his wrist, I let my eyes slide over his face and blushed as I released that he was watching me as intently as I was watching him, his eyes seemed to smile at me as he continued to play.

I felt the heat colour my neck, and I quickly looked away, glancing around the smoky atmosphere of the club I realised that there were only a few people left, most of who were involved in their own little conversations, the bar staff chatted quietly and no one really seemed aware of his playing, as if it were mere background noise.

Looking towards him again, he tilted his head in a gesture of hello, as he continued to play, seducing me with his music.

I could feel the desire seep from my very pores; I wanted to feel his fingers dance over my flesh as they did over those ivory keys, Emboldened by the images in my mind I let my fingers tease down over the open neckline of my silk shirt, down past my skirt and onto the hot soft flesh of my inner thigh, I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t resist, parting my legs I slipped my hand a little higher, letting the tips of my fingers brush across the damp lace of my panties.

Our eyes never parted, and his jaw tilted with the dare to continue, lust was glistening from the depth of his eyes, I glanced around the almost empty barroom again, making sure that no one else was catching our private show, before I slipped my fingers inside my panties towards the hot wetness of my cunt that was aching to be filled.

My nipples were swollen against the confines of my lace bra, yearning to be touched, I pinched one nipple through the fabric and gasped, my eyes closed as I felt the longing inside my body wind tighter, I could feel the beat of my pulse thud between my legs, yet still he played, Opening my eyes we caught each others gaze instantly, slipping my fingers from between my thighs I brought my hand to my mouth and ran the tip of one finger against my lips.

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