Unfinished Business
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Dieter was sitting looking out over the water. He slowly sipped his beer. From somewhere behind him he became aware of an English voice speaking on a mobile phone. “Must go, sorry…..and you…..take care, you.”
In an instant that voice took him back to L'Auditori in Barcelona, several years before. Vividly he saw legs, and thighs. In his mind he played that scene again, savouring the feeling he had felt in his loins as his eyes ran up those legs and over those thighs. It was as if time had stood still. He was aware of the stage lights shining down as he watched, mesmerised by those legs. Her body gyrated in time with the rhythm she was playing on the timbales. Her legs danced tantalisingly, and every now and then he could actually glimpse her knickers. What a view the front rows of the audience must have had.
It was as if he could hear the music in his head - Mas Que Nada. Her hips swung as if she were making love to the music. And he wanted her! He was able to resist no longer. He turned round in the general direction from where the voice had come. Nobody. Life could not be so cruel! He knew he had definitely heard that voice. Oh, how he wanted to gaze on those thighs again. Toes! That was her name. Everyone had called her that after Big Lou Diaz, the drummer, had found her to replace the usual guy for a fortnight while he recovered from a car accident. To many she was the dolly bird out front of the band playing all the Latin percussion and “toys”. It wasn’t just those legs that had got her the job. To Dieter she was a thoroughly exciting musician, with a personality to match. She had been one of “the boys” from the very start. Not that she was the only woman. All the gypsies, the strings players, were birds, and all were easy on the eye. Toes, however, was easy on the eye and hard on the pants. In his mind’s eye he saw her teasing the exciting blend of Bossa Nova and jazz rhythms from the timbales. She played instinctively with Big Lou, adding an interesting dimension to the rhythm he was laying down. Against his tight rhythm she played with a triplet feel which created a relaxed and sexy feel, yet at the same made the music vibrant and demanding. As she played her legs, thighs and hips worked as hard as her hands, and her breasts jiggled provocatively. Her face was lit with a radiant smile, and it was well nigh impossible not to fall in love with her on stage there. Fall in love! If it had only been as simple as that and, of course, live happily ever after. But it hadn’t been. Fall in love? That would have been a first for him. Commitment and Dieter were not words you found in the same sentence where women were concerned. He had got further than any of the other guys in the band. He had established that she liked blokes and didn’t go for women. But that had been as far as he had got. He recalled with a wry smile that night in Barcelona, her last of the 2 weeks she was doing with them. At the back of the room, in the shade, Georgie had been sitting. She was nursing a coffee and chatting with her sister on her mobile. She had looked up and had seen the profile of a guy she thought she recognised, but was unable to put a name to that profile. As she spoke she watched him raise his beer glass to his lips in a rather distinctive way. His thumb and little finger were around one side of the glass, the remaining 3 fingers rested on the other side. The set of those fingers and his profile worked like inter-locking pieces in a jigsaw. Immediately she was taken back 10 years to 3 days in London, another 3 days in France and 3 days in Spain. She clearly saw those fingers holding a Selmer Paris instrument at the lead trumpet desk of That Band. Dieter Scholz. That was his name. She had to get out of there, but the exit lay past his table. The only refuge was the Ladies. She hastily terminated the call to her sister, and sought sanctuary in the toilet. The pictures flooding her mind were pleasant and oh so vivid. She had been depping for a guy who was in hospital. Perhaps she had been putting out a little, but in her defence the guys in the band had been round her like bees and a honeypot. Dieter had led the race, and if she was honest with herself she had actually fancied him. Since that time Georgie had done a lot of critical self-examination. She didn’t particularly like the person she was in those days. People had called her Toes (her surname was Foot). She was talented, but the problem was that she knew it. As a result she was arrogant, and perhaps a little pretentious with it. Her brain was working on hyperdrive. It recalled with graphic clarity that last night in Barcelona. She was back there in the deserted dressing room, her back against the wall with Dieter holding her tightly to him. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. His facial muscles and his trumpeter’s tongue mean he could kiss like Hellfire itself. He had already lifted her skimpy top and tipped her breasts from her bra, and now his hand had raised the pelmet of a mini skirt she was wearing and was reaching down into her knickers. His fingers had slid down over her mound. They took account of her shaven pussy and were opening her lips. They probed and teased her juices from her, beckoning within her and drawing the willing acceptance of a young twenty-something towards him. He had pulled against the flimsy fabric and it had torn to leave her knickers hanging around one of her ankles. Then his hand was feeling for his zip and she was pressing herself against him, opening herself in readiness to take him into her. At that very moment the quiet was shattered by a deafening bell ringing. Pandemonium broke out. People were screaming and their footfalls rang out as they pounded along corridors and downstairs. It was another suspected ETA bomb, and nobody was taking any chances. Dieter, like everyone else, took to his heels. He had shouted “Durchlauf!” As instructed she had run after stepping out of the remaining leg of her knickers. But she had lost him in the panic. Her mini skirt, with no knickers beneath, was not the right kind of thing to be wearing outside, alone and late at night. She had headed straight to her hotel and gone to her room. This had been her last night, the following day she was away to Denmark, and had not seen or even heard of Dieter since. She couldn’t remain hiding in the toilet. She emerged from the toilet and headed towards the door. As she drew level with his table he looked up, a broad smile washing across his face. “Toes! Wie geht es?” Georgie answered him in English because she knew he could speak good English. “Hello Dieter. I’m well thank you. I hope you are too. I don’t use ‘Toes’ anymore. It’s Georgie.” Dieter was comfortable speaking in English. He knew his English was better than her German. “It’s been a long time.” As he spoke his eyes took her in. Over the intervening ten years she had lost non of her original allure, if anything she was even more lovely than when he had last seen her. She now had the poise of a woman in her early thirties, a woman in her absolute prime. Oh how he liked, and indeed wanted, what he saw. He motioned her to take a seat at his table. It was impossible to refuse without appearing rude. She sat down and accepted a second coffee. “You look good,” he said admiringly. “I’m on holiday here. What about you?” She paused a moment before answering, wondering just how much to say. She couldn’t help but admit to herself that he too looked good. Ever since realising who he was she had felt that telltale moistness within her that prevented her from denying he had an effect which wasn’t unpleasant. Finally she answered “I live here.” “Still gigging?” “I have my own set-up now, a jazz quintet. “ Now the key question. “And are you married Georgie?” Her answere had slipped out before she could hold it back. “No.” Dieter’s eyes slowly moved from her face down over her breasts and from there on to her thighs and legs hidden by the dress she was wearing. “I think we have some unfinished business…..” He chose to let this hang in the air, neither turning it into a statement or a question. At this precise moment Georgie did not know her own mind. Just what was she doing sitting here with Dieter? Where did she see this going? And how the hell was she going to get out of this situation if, indeed, she wanted to do so? Dieter had said nothing since the “unfinished business” comment. She had to say something. “If you say so.” She thought that was pretty non-committal. He made no response, simply smiled at her pleasantly as he enjoyed her discomfort. “For God’s sake, Dieter, what the hell do you want me to say?” she exploded. “Hey Georgie, you look great when your eyes flash like that with a bit of temper. I definitely think now we have some unfinished business.” He phrased this last sentence like the German he was, and she found this not altogether displeasing. Get a grip Georgie, she told herself. He’s playing with you. “And what if I don’t agree? “Then I definitely have some unfinished business. What is it you English say? Oh, yes…..I’ve started, so I’ll finish.” If he had been some creep she would know how to deal with him. But he wasn’t. She still had the memory of that moment in Barcelona in her mind. How she had wanted him there in the dressing room, backed up into the corner. And now, that telltale moistness within her was becoming positively wet. “Dieter, things have changed such a lot since then. I’ve changed. I’m not…” she paused as she sought the right words. “You’re not what? Beautiful? Desirable? Sexy?” The bluntness of his reply caught her once again in two minds. Any woman would want to hear that she was beautiful, desirable and sexy. Of course she would! But at the same time Georgie didn’t want to undo all the good changes she had made to her lifestyle. No more being a notch on someone’s bedpost, no more being an easy lay, no more being a bit of a bike! All that had changed, and she didn’t want to go back to her old ways. “Let’s take a walk,” he suggested. “You have time?” She was working that evening, but nothing prevented her from taking a walk with him right now. He paid the bill and she indicated the direction they should take. They started to walk and chatted about what each was doing work-wise. They shared the occasional joke and found they had a similar taste in humour. As they walked she had threaded her arm through his, and to the outside world they looked like a couple. She pointed over to the left towards a row of small houses. “That’s where I live” she ventured. “Nothing special, but it’s fine for me.” They carried on walking. Imperceptibly Dieter had slowed his pace, and he found reasons to stop and look at shop windows, a view between the buildings towards the river, and an old motor cycle parked in the street. There was nobody else around, and as he tore his eyes away from the bike he drew her towards him and kissed her gently, but very firmly, on the lips. Georgie was taken completely by surprise. She did not do kissing in public these days. But she had been unable to resist. Those lips were now pressed against hers, and once again she felt those same sensations she had felt in Barcelona ten years earlier. He did not release her. If anything, he drew her even closer against him and her head started to swim with the dizzying sensations of his kiss. Her hands had somehow found their way around his neck, and rather than being pressed into him she was pressing herself against him. His right hand now slid down between her shoulder blades, over the small of her back, and lightly pressed against her bum. Did he detect a slight gasp from her as he did so? She hadn’t resisted, but he was a long way from where he wanted to be. Deftly he turned her around in the street and started walking and retracing their steps. Georgie’s head was swimming. Just why had she done that? At least she had realised what his game now was. Obviously she was being steered back towards where he now knew she lived. But that wasn’t going to happen. Unfinished business indeed! Dieter had noticed she had indicated the middle house in a terraced row of five. He had guessed correctly when he suddenly took a left turn to throw her off the scent. There was a path running along the rear of the houses, and now he made a right turn along that path and stopping at the third back gate. “Is this your’s?” “Yes, I’m home,” she answered starting to pull away from him. “And our unfinished business?” “Just what part of ‘NO’ don’t you understand Dieter?” Killer answer! “The bit your lips say when I kiss you like this.” Without hesitation he pulled her very tightly to him again and once more unleashed a powerful kiss which she was unable to resist. Her mouth responded, allowing his tongue between her lips. Her breath came in gasps and her hips pressed once more against him. She found herself fumbling in her bag for the door keys. Once inside she pulled him to her on the settee, her mouth seeking his and her fingers combing through his hair. He now kissed her urgently, his tongue once again forcing her mouth open. He pressed his hands against her waist, sliding them up her sides and then forwards onto her breasts through the flimsy cotton of her dress. She tried to pull back from him, but the attempt was half-hearted. He felt her nipples standing erect through the fabric of her dress and her bra. His hands reached behind her and found the zip of her dress. He unzipped it for its full length and unclasped the hook and eye at the top of the zip. He peeled the dress away from her body and lifted her up so that he could slide it completely from beneath her. He unfastened her bra, and the body he now gazed down upon was all that he had imagined, and more besides. He allowed his lips to taste her breasts. They were full and firm with nipples that were a deep rose colour. In turn he took them between his teeth giving them a gentle, yet firm squeeze, then relaxing the pressure so that his lips could roll them between their wetness. He was rewarded with the fullest nipples he could recall, and her body bucked in response to his ministrations. He drew her knickers down over her thighs, down her legs and over her ankles and off her feet. Where ten years ago she had been shaven she was now trimmed. Her lips showed enticingly though her light hair, dark and fulsome. He dropped his face down towards them, tasting her juices that had now started to flow. “Please, Dieter. No. I don’t like that.” He took no notice, letting his tongue find and press and tease her clitoris. Once more her body bucked and her head fell back onto the cushions as she had to submit to his attention. Her fingers clutched at his scalp, but her resistance was a token effort. Instead of pulling his head away by his hair, her fingers felt for his scalp, forcing his face onto her. He tasted her clitoris, he nibbled her clitoris, and his lips sucked her clitoris. Her hips heaved beneath him, forcing herself up to meet him, her hands pressing his face down onto her. One, two and then a third clitoral orgasm forced their way to the surface as his tongue worked upon her. That was still insufficient. He continued with his mouth, now adding his finger tips to slide along and probe between her lips. He was rewarded with two more clitoral orgasms coming in close succession, each one forcing her body to toss on the cushions. She lay there whimpering, partly through having to let him have his way with her, and partly through stimulation and exhaustion. He paused to speak to her. “Do we still have unfinished business Georgie?” Georgie was still whimpering breathlessly. He answered for her. “We do still have unfinished business. If I remember rightly I never did get to be inside you. I think we should put that right now.” He took her hand and placed it on his belt. “You know what I want you to do.” As if hypnotised she undid his belt. She unfastened the buttons on his jeans and slid them down over his thighs. He stepped from them. The bulge in his boxers was satisfyingly re-assuring because it would take her back into her comfort zone. His attentions to her clitoris, although pleasurable, had taken right away from that. She slid her hand inside his shorts and a look of sheer disbelief spread across her face. He slid them down and off revealing her hand holding his cock. It was without doubt the largest cock she had ever seen both in terms of length and its girth. “Dieter, that’s huge. I can’t take that…” He cut her off. “You can.” “It’s massive Dieter. I can’t do that.” “You can Georgie, and you will. All of it.” With that he opened the lips of her pussy with his fingers and pressed the tip of his cock into their open mouth. Her pussy was dripping, and his cock slipped between her lips. He didn’t force her, but gently pressed against her. She caught her breath as his cock stretched her wide open. She had never been opened so wide before and his thickness made her wince. Slowly she adjusted to the pressure between her thighs, and as he sensed her starting to relax he pressed forward a little. He started slowly, gently in and out, with short strokes. She moaned a little. “You’re too big for me Dieter, please?” He ignored her. He continued in and out, very deliberately he was making short thrusts, but with each stroke he increased his penetration. With satisfaction he noticed that gradually she was taking more of his cock before the inevitable wince. Now she was taking three quarters of his shaft. As he withdrew he almost pulled back to come right out of her. He was coming out far enough to see the edge of his foreskin, and he noticed she was watching this too as his cock penetrated and withdrew from her on each thrust. His time was coming and he still had not given her his full shaft. Now he pressed right into her. She cried out but he quickly withdrew. Back in to her, fully. Again another cry. Out again quickly. And once again right into her, less of a cry this time, more of a whimpering moan. He started to thrust with his loins, very long and quick strokes. Each stroke buried his cock for its full length deep within her . Each withdrawal pulled it out for almost its full length, and then right back in again for its full length. His body slammed against her on each thrust, pressing her lips tight against his hair. The strokes were now growing swifter and her whimpers had given way to long moans with each deep thrust. He felt his orgasm coming and it forced its way up his shaft and out into her pussy in a hot and creamy explosion. Now her moan turned into a cry as she felt his seed fill her, causing her to reach a long and shuddering climax of her own. Their combined juices flowed from her slit unnoticed on the settee. He continued pumping into her, expelling every last drop of his cum into her, and even after he had finished he continued thrusting. Her body shuddered as he pressed himself into her, but now she was silent. Her lower jaw trembled as he pressed himself into her, his strokes now slower and more deliberate. She was so tight around his cock that he found renewed strength inside her. He could feel her reaching another climax and it gave him great satisfaction to note that he was reaching a second orgasm too. She was there first, her body shaking violently as his cock forced her climax from her. His own took another dozen full strokes, each one plunging his shaft totally inside her, pressing his hairs even more tightly against her pussy’s lips. She had taken every last millimetre of him as he had told her she would. This orgasm was longer in flowing into her, and had to force its way because he stopped with his cock buried deep within her. He felt her body buck beneath him, but he lay there on top of her emptying himself and his satisfaction into her. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was set in a glassy, satisfied smile. “OK?” he asked. “Still got unfinished business?” she answered. His strength had not completely left him, but it was dwindling fast. He continued to fuck her with those deep penetrating strokes, but now they lacked their former power. He slid in and out of her very easily, her juices mixed with his cum lubricating her copiously. Finally he slipped from her and as he did so her realised she had fallen into a deep and very satisfied sleep. He dressed and quietly left her house, whispering as he left “Schlaf gut meine Liebling”.
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