SING ONCE AGAIN WITH ME
It had been a week since the incident at the rehearsal where she had masturbated herself to the most intense orgasm of her life - whilst listening to him sing. She'd had flashbacks all week to the way it had made her feel and how good it felt. Over the last few days she'd played with herself more than in the last few months. She'd actively sought sex with her husband who hadn't seemed interested at all. She'd had more arguments than ever this week. Things were more strained than ever at home so she couldn't wait to get out to rehearse tonight with the choir.
She'd picked out another dress tonight, a more summery one that accented her amazing breasts - she told herself it was a nicer dress because she should wear them more often but inside she knew that really she was wearing it for him. Her legs were bare tonight with small heels and as she sat on the bus listening to her songs she realised she wasn't really focused on the singing tonight. She felt like an infatuated teenager. She'd married young, never explored her sexuality and always felt stifled. Something about him was bringing out every fantasy she'd ever had and she'd barely met him properly.
She arrived at the choir and was looking for him instantly. She felt a flash of disappointment that he wasn't there but remembered that he had shown up later the previous week. She was determined to actually talk to him a bit more when he showed up to find out a bit more about this mysterious man who haunted her thoughts. The rehearsal went on and she found herself fidgeting tonight. Catching herself looking round at times to see if he'd come in and she hadn't noticed but there was no sign. The break came and went and she didn't feel the same burning need to tease herself in the toilets that she had the previous week.
The second half of the rehearsal seemed to drag on slowly and just when she decided that he must not be coming this week she heard the door at the back of the church. She didn't dare turn, she felt herself blush and the warmth start low down in her belly. She knew he was there without even looking - the air in the room felt different. Unconsciously she spread her legs as she sat there - the instant ache to touch herself filling her. She resisted as she was sat next to her friends - but only just.
Slowly he walked past to go and sit at the chairs off to the side down in front, this time his suit was a dark blue but with a light blue shirt - however he still had the same half smile and mesmerising eyes. As he walked, she saw his long supple fingers dancing over the edge of the carved wooden pews, teasing out the shapes of the ancient carvings. They held her gaze, entranced with the smooth way his fingers teased every twist and swirl and nook in the wood. For a brief seconds she imagined how it would feel to have those fingers dancing over her skin and teasing her most intimate places. She felt that now familiar growing heat of arousal spreading through her body and filling her soul.
She couldn't focus for the last part of the rehearsal and just went through the motions. She kept stealing glances at him but this week he didn't seem to be looking at her. She flicked her hair, playing with it, trying to catch his attention so he looked at her. She felt herself yearning for his gaze and attention and to see that half smile aimed at her again. Her fingers subconsciously drifted down to rub the tops of her thighs and she caught herself just before they slid between to tease her soaking pussy.
As the rehearsal ended she distractedly said goodbye to her friends, waiting for her turn to run her rehearsal pieces. This week she opted to go last - hoping she would have a chance to speak to Nick after everyone had left and see if she could find out more about him. She listened to the others and they were all good - then it was her turn to sing and Nick stood up, moving to the front with her - they were going to practice the duet - she felt her pulse racing and the arousal was momentarily outweighed by the nerves.
She opened her score and found the right page, the pianist started to play and her nerves faded. Looking up she saw Nick standing close - he held no copy and stepped into her personal space as she began to sing.
"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came...
