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I sat enjoying the orchestra on this Saturday evening. I do enjoy classical
and instrumental music, thou normally I’d prefer to be at a rock concert. I do
have my reason for being here though, her name is Margaret. Margaret is a
beautiful and talented cellist in the orchestra. She was so sexy, standing at
5’8” with deep blue-green eyes and silky red-brown hair, and a completely
gorgeous body.
I was so lucky to have her in my life. Fortunately for me she was also my long
time girlfriend, as well as being on of the most talented musician in the world.
The finished and I enthusiastically joined in the standing ovation. I waited in
the lobby while she put her cello away. I saw her looking for me, instead of
flagging her down; I snuck up behind her.
I whispered in her ear, “excuse me miss, but would you like to trade?”
She turned to face me, accidentally bumping someone with her cello, “depends on
what I get for it.”
“Well for one thing, this,” I held up a single crimson rose to her, “and this,”
I said as I kissed her.
“Deal,” she took the rose and I carried her cello for her.
I carried her cello out to my car and put it in the backseat. Then I got her
door for her. I walked around, got in, and started the car. I started for home.
We lived in a decent sized apartment near a park.
“You look nice,” she stated as she noticed that I had dressed up for the
evening.
“Thank you, but I’m nothing compared to your radiance tonight.”
She blushed at my comment, “thanks for being there tonight.”
It was our six month anniversary and I told her I would spend the day with
her, even if it was as part of the audience. “After how you played I should be
thanking your.”
This caused her to blush more and she grabbed my hand. She held my hand the rest
of the way home. When I got the car parked I looked at her and she looked at me.
I could tell she wanted to go in the apartment but I checked the time and knew
we couldn’t.
I’m a massage therapist and one of my client/friends is a local chef. I asked a favor from her to prepare a meal and leave it on the table I had readied. So when I opened her door and helped her out, I just lead her to the park instead of the apartment. It was a small park with a slide, merry-go-round, some swings, and a gazebo.
I walked her to the gazebo and sat her with her back to our apartment, so she couldn’t see the lights on and the shadows moving. We sat there for moment, just getting lost in each other’s eyes. Then we were drawn to each other into a long and passionate kiss. Our kiss lasted and lasted, as it continued she started to grind herself on me.
I slowly reached up her long black performance dress and searched for her
panties. I looped my finger under them and started to pull them down. I got them
off and she took them and put them in my pocket. She started to unbutton and
unzip my pants as I began to hike up her dress.
After we were both exposed to the night air, she gently lowered herself on top
of me. She wrapped her legs around me and started a slow up and down movement.
Her actions were so seductive and the look on her face was that of pure
pleasure. I started to kiss her neck and shoulders as her first orgasm hit.
Once she had revived, she started to seductively ride me again. I never stopped
kissing her neck and shoulder and now I added sucking, licking, and nibbling to
that whole area. She started going faster and faster. We were both close to a
climax. She pulled my head away to look into my eyes. Then we kissed so
passionately that we couldn’t hold back any longer. We came together and spent
what seemed like hours, but in reality was only minutes, in each other’s arms.
After a while we gathered our energy and she got up from my lap. She let her
dress unroll itself as she stood up, mean while I put my penis away and closed
my pants. I then stood up and pulled her to me, we looked into each other’s
eyes. I kissed her forehead as we held each other for a long time.
“We better go or the food will get cold soon,” I whispered in her ear.
Pulling back with a confused look on her face, “food?”
“Yeah, this is our anniversary and I’m not going to let you starve.”
“Well aren’t you full of surprises today,” she said as she giggled.
With that she took my hand and led me toward our apartment. I stopped at the
car to grab her cello. She doesn’t like to leave it out and I didn’t want her
distracted from the evening. We finally got to our door and I had her wait in
the hall for a moment. I checked to make sure everything was ready, put her
cello by our dresser, and lit the candles.
“Close your eyes,” I told her with the door just cracked a little. Once she had
complied I took her hand and led her to the table, shutting the door behind us.
“Open,” I said.
She opened her eyes and gasped seeing everything. A smile as big as any formed
on her face as she turned to me and pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her
back as she kept repeating thank you.
“Did you think the rose was the only thing you were going to get today?” I
asked.
“No, but I didn’t expect this,” she said motioning to the table.
“Good, I was going for unexpected.”
I lead her to her chair and sat her down. I walked to the other side of the
table and sat across from her. We started to eat and both were surprised at the
taste, delicious. We continued to eat for a while in a stunned silence.
“This is excellent, where’d you get it?” she questioned.
“I called in a favor.”
“Well the food is great, next time you see whoever made it say thanks.”
“Oh, trust me, I will.”
“Something tells me that you didn’t just plan dinner?”
“What are you talking about?” I teasingly questioned with a mischievous smile on
my face.
“Oh wait, let me guess......a massage?”
“Close, a movie.”
“How is that close?”
“Both start with an M.”
We both laughed and finished the food. I went to get dessert and put the
necklace I bought her into my pocket. I brought the dessert to her and sat down
with mine. We ate it quickly while playfully looking at each other. After we
finished we cleared the table and headed to the living room.
“So what movie are we watching?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” I said playfully.
“Fine, I’m going to go change, be back in a second,” she said with a wink.
To be continued...
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To most of the world at large, they're names above compare. Names that everybody, from the youngest girl, just learning to figure out what she likes and dislikes on the radio, to the oldest man, who can barely work the darn thing, would know, even if just by cultural osmosis. Rihanna. Taylor Swift. Ariana Grande. They were celebrities so damn successful that it's hard to think of them as even being humans on the same plain as most...it's even harder to think of them as being lesser. Yet despite...
I was late again, I couldn't fucking believe it. Today of all days, Principal Bitch had to come into my office making a nuisance of herself for fifteen minutes. Anyone would think she knew I was rushing and what was waiting for me. Once she left I could hardly wait to jump up from my desk and dash out of the door behind her. I didn't even bother locking it; I just took off down the corridor as fast as possible without actually running. I didn't want that cow berating me again right now. My feet...
Quickie SexHi guys so let me start with a HUGE apology for not posting this a while ago, I totally made a version of it that was pretty great but it deleted when my computer ran out of battery (chord must of unplugged), so without further due, here is the part 3 that I've gotten many many messages of starting it on :) Plus this is the girl I had in mind for Emily except imagine her a little younger Enjoy!!!!Mr. Milks (Tyler) has changed my mind in ways I couldn't of imagined- both my mind and body. He's...
Please read part 1 which is the same title without the Part 2 attached to it before you read this please ;)Mr. Milks and I have had sex for the past two weeks. I would usually meet him in his Music room and we would make love in all sorts of ways there, but the reason he was in the Library the first time is because he was filling in for my b*o's library teacher who was sick. Mr. Milks (first name is Tyler) didn't teach any music classes that day so he was free to take over. I'm in high school,...
I was worried about today. Melissa was coming over for a music lesson. Melissa is Steph’s 50 year old Mum. Steph is 28 years old like me and we are great friends. Melissa asked me to give her some help with her music which on the one hand seemed strange, tutoring a friends Mum, but I knew her well enough. Steph has been to the house loads of times so Beccy knew her well, and had met her Mum quite a few times. Still, it was agreed Melissa would come to ours for her lesson which meant Beccy...
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