Bedtime Stories (for the naughty)

Pianoforte

The room was bathing in shadow, except for where a faint beam of light shone, down on the mighty instrument.

The rear section of his tail coat fell behind the piano stool. In contrast to the light was relieved his long, wavy hair and his aquiline nose. Though not visible for the eyes, his concentrated conscience about his fingers' path over the keys too was apparent.

A few steps away sat I, barely present but at the same time as present as one can be. My mind was totally engulfed in the course of the piece and how so eloquently he and the whole of his being executed it.

I was dressed in a dark red, V-cut off-shoulder blouse, and a pair of high waisted, flared linen trousers. The soles of my ballerina shoes gave some slight tapping echoes as I soon stood up and slowly walked up to him.

As he noticed me approaching, he didn't interrupt his playing, but rather let it intensify. However, I noticed it become more challenging for him as I came up closer to him. I walked slowly around him, gently caressing his shoulders and back with my hand. I stopped when I came around to his other side, and leaned against the piano, my pelvis in height with his face. Now, his playing faded out; on the piano, that is. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in front of him, along the keys which gave off a sliding sound. It sounded rather funny, but that was probably the last thing that we both could think of at the moment.

He slid my top further down my torso, uncovering my luscious bosom. He lowered his head and I soon felt his rough tongue circulate my nipples. I curled backwards and let out a slight moan. I raised my arms to let him remove my blouse, and he then moved on to kiss my décolleté, making his way downwards to my stomach.

He suddenly stopped and lifted me up in his arms, carrying me away from the instrument and through the room. We soon found ourselves up in the bedroom. The curtains were still open, revealing the city in its nocturnal state. As was the window, having been put slightly ajar. He went to put me down on the bed, and then walked over to the window to close the curtains and the window. The room instantly quieted down, and a muffled aura came about in the room. It was so erotic.

I sat on the bedside, and as he turned around to me, I leaned backwards, pouting my chest forward and spreading my legs. He took off his tail coat and unbuttoned his white, puffy shirt, revealing his well-built torso. He leaned forward and we fell down in the bed together. Our lips met and we exchanged a gentle but intensive kiss. Then he proceeded to my neck and downwards again. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with every kiss he placed on my naked body.

He just couldn't get enough of my voluptuous bosom and my violin-shaped waist. What was yet hidden below, though, would probably be an even more interesting adventure. I just couldn't wait for him to get there.

He unbuttoned my trousers and slid them down my legs, along with my black panties. I arched my body in order for him to get rid of them properly, and spread my legs to allow him full access. He caressed my inner thighs, intuitively teasing my reflexes to squeeze my legs together. Trying to fight my instincts and keep myself under control almost became a turn-on itself. The sensation was no less when I felt his tongue enter me and beginning to stimulate my clitoris, from which my whole nervous system almost appeared to stem. I leaned backwards, letting out a loader moan this time.

He lifted his head and stood up briefly to remove his trousers and his underpants and revealed his erected member. He laid down beside me, grabbed me by my waist and put me on top of him. I sat down, and immediately filled up by him, I let out a gasp of pleasure. I shortly found the right rhythm, and felt my breasts moving as my whole body moved up and down on him. He grabbed my wrists to give me stability, and I intensified a bit. My moans cried out even louder now, really embodying how good it was.

After a while, he pulled me over on my back again. He separated my legs and gradually entered me again. He leaned forward onto me, almost crushing me, but as our bodies joined, it gave a sense of unity and I loved it to bits. He kissed me on the lips, and then he moved down to my neck and to my collarbones. I put my arm around his wide torso, and moved along with him as he penetrated me in a slow but intensive manner. His thrusts became gradually quicker and harder. My gasps become higher and more frequent with every thrust. Shortly, I felt him finish in me and I let out a final, resounding moan.

We lay beside each other, both heavily panting. I felt my vulva cramping and pulsating and a contracting feeling in my legs. He placed his arm around me and I curled up closer to him. As I leaned against his chest, I felt his heart pounding. I closed my eyes, and we soon both fell asleep, entangled in one bundle of newly-made love and interrupted piano sequences.