Beautiful Music

I've been playing piano a couple times a week in the lounge at a local hotel for a few years. There's not a lot of money in it but it gives me something to do and keeps me out of trouble (mostly). I'm not a great piano player or singer but what I lack in quality I make up in quantity. I know A LOT of songs. I'm kind of a human jukebox. It's really a curse sometimes.

Tonight I'm in a particularly blue mood, have my head down and am working on a sad version of the classic Eagles song "Desperado". (By the way: It's "EAGLES". Not "THE EAGLES". I know I shouldn't let that bother me but it does.) When I start warning the listener not to draw the Queen of Diamonds I hear a lovely alto voice adding harmony. The Queen of Hearts never sounded so good.

I look up into the dark green eyes of the loveliest lady I have ever seen. She has long, dark hair, smoky eyes and full, red lips. She's wearing a tight little vest over a white tuxedo-style shirt and tight, black jeans. My heart skips a beat and so do my hands.

"Oh, please. Don't stop." she says with a smile.

Next thing I know we're out riding fences together. Her harmony is flawless and she knows every word. When the song is over I seque into "Tequila Sunrise".

"Do you know this one?"

"Of course!" Not only does she know it but she takes the lead and sings like an angel, while I add a little harmony of my own.

When we finish that number I ask her name.

"I'm Loreena." I take her soft hand and give her my name in return.

"You have a fantastic voice."

She smiles sweetly. "I could listen to you play all night."

"What a coincidence. I'm here all night".

"Do you mind if I sing with you?"

"Not at all! I'd love to sing with you for as long as you like." Oddly enough - I usually HATE when people sing along (especially if there's a party and I'm forced to play "Sweet Caroline" over and over) but I don't mind spending quality time with this beautiful creature.

I break into a slightly upbeat version of John Denver's "Sunshine on My Shoulders" and she's with me all the way. I try some Chicago: "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?" No problem. The Police: "Every Breath You Take". She knows them all.

I pat the bench beside me and she sits. Again - I never like it when someone sits on the bench because they are usually drunk and smell of alcohol and cigarettes but Loreena smells wonderful. Like lilacs and spring rain.

I try to stump her by pulling out some deep cuts. Dan Fogelberg's "Seeing You Again". Hall & Oats "Starting All Over Again". Jackson Browne "Something Fine". She knows them all.

I give up and get back to the standards. Loreena knows every Billy Joel song in the catalogue. "Only a Woman", "Piano Man" (of course), "You're My Home". Her version of "New York State of Mind" is a showstopper. We rip through a bunch of Beatles songs. From the ridiculous ("Rocky Raccoon", pick a name already!) to the sublime ("Something", just one of the sweetest songs ever written). At one point everyone in the room is apparently living in a yellow submarine but I only have eyes (and ears) for Loreena. I try out a schmaltzy Barry Manilow ballad (he writes the songs but he didn't write THAT one!) and hit her with James Taylor's "Your Smiling Face" (she even gives me a pretty little pout that turns me inside out). I sing Dire Straits like a love struck Romeo and then she lays everybody low with a rendition of "River in the Rain" that would make Allison Krauss weep.

I'm not proud of it but I even stoop to "Sweet Caroline". Good times never seemed so good. (I try to ignore the off-key noise from the bar.)

We sing and laugh together for hours. She rests her head on my shoulder and her hand on my leg like it's the most natural thing in the world. You have never heard a sexier version of Led Zeppelin's "D'Yer Mak'er". She even knows what the title of the song means. I thought I was the only person left alive (other than Robert Plant) who knew that. Loreena sings "Faithfully" as well as Steve Perry ever did. "Still Crazy After All These Years" has new life.

It suddenly occurs to me that there's only one way to stump her. I'll need to play one of my own songs.

I start to play a simple tune. She was able to get every other song after only a few bars but this one has her puzzled. She slides off the bench, leans on the piano and gazes at me with her deep green eyes as I sing to her.

It's a song about long lasting love and growing old together. About holding on and letting go. It's a song about remembering and looking forward. Two becoming one.

As I finish I realize how late it has become. The bartender is putting up the stools. Loreena and I are the only ones left in the room.

Loreena says, "Thank you so much. This has been the best night of my life."

"It has been my absolute pleasure. You can sing with me anytime you like."

She smiles at me, drops something in my tip jar and I watch her walk away. I feel like my very soul has left me.

I gently close the keyboard, stand up and reach for the jar. It was a really good night but I hadn't even noticed. There is a key card sitting on top of the cash. With "622" written on it. My heart leaps from my chest.

I wave a goodnight to the bartender. She gives me a wink and says, "Have a good evening, Keys."

"I'll do my best."

"I bet you will."

I grab my satchel and my tip jar and head to the restroom. I take off my shirt and wash myself down with cool water and run my fingers through my hair. A little breath freshener. A little deodorant. A fresh shirt. I look in the mirror and decide that's as good as it's going to get. I head for the elevators.

It's a quick ride to the top floor. All suites up here. Nice rooms. At the end of the hall is 622. I knock softly.

Loreena opens the door slightly. Her beautiful green eye looking through the crack.

I give it my best Neal Diamond baritone and sing, "Hello, again. Hello."

She opens the door more and gives me a Lionel Richie line: "Hello? Is it me you're looking for?"

"All my life, baby. All my life."

Loreena smiles wide and asks me in. "You know, I gave you a key."

"Yes, but that seemed a little forward."

She's wearing a silky, short Japanese kimono robe that is tied by a sash at the waist. It doesn't look like there's much under that because her perky nipples are making quite an impression on the satin fabric. And on me.

"Come on in. I'll put on some music."

I watch her slink over to the credenza where there is a Bluetooth speaker and a phone. She bends over at the waist and starts the music playing. Her robe rises up just enough to cause my member to swell.

Soon Paul Rodgers is singing "I Feel Like Making Love" and I'm agreeing with him completely.

Loreena saunters back to me, presses her body to mine, looks up into my face, grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a deep, passionate, knee-buckling kiss. Her hot tongue pushes into my mouth and she sucks my tongue back into hers. We wrestle and twist for a bit as my hands find the small of her back and I pull her tightly to me. We drink deeply from each other and breathe together as her pubic bone grinds up against my bone-hard cock. I reach up with one hand to feel one of her erect nipples while the other hand moves to her soft ass. She moans with pleasure as I massage and knead each of them. Her body is moving with the beat of the classic rock music and we dance together, holding each other tightly.

When the deep kiss ends she places her hot lips to my ear and sings softly, "I feel like making love."

Loreena take my hand and leads me to the bed. She turns and slowly loosens the sash and opens her robe, showing me her beautiful nakedness. Her breasts are high and firm, her pubic area is shaved smooth and her legs are long and silky. I can't wait to devour this temptress.

I lay her back on the bed and start to nuzzle, kiss and lick her neck and ears as the music changes over to England Dan and John Ford Coley (yep - both of them!) singing "I'd Really Love to See You Tonight". I move down her neck and kiss her milky breasts as she hums along with the music. I nibble and suck each nipple in turn, biting and pulling gently. Her nipples stand up tall like little chocolate kisses but they taste even better. There's a warm wind blowing the stars around but I really think she prefers my warm breath on her titties.

I lick her slowly down to her cute little belly button and then begin to rub my face around her beautiful, wet pussy. I lick and nibble all around until she is practically begging me to hit the spot but I keep teasing her. When the music changes over to James Taylor's "Handy Man" I start to get down to business. Hey, baby. I'm your handy man.

Starting with one long, slow lick from her bottom to her hot little button my tongue gets to work on her fantastic pussy. I suck each petal between my slippery lips, and flick her button with my tongue. She laughs and sings with joy and pleasure as I lick and suck all around her sensitive clit, bringing her to a crescendo of ecstasy. I slip two fingers into her love canal and find her spot, stroking it softly. When her orgasm hits she grabs my head and grinds her pussy into my face and chin, drenching me with her sweet fluids as I continue to lick and suck all the way through.

When her convulsions end and her body finally relaxes I lay my head on her thigh and she says, "Wow. It looks like you can play more than just piano."

We lay still and hold each other until the song changes again. When Alannah Myles starts singing "Black Velvet" she gets up on one elbow, fixes me with a devilish stare and says, "You know - I play an instrument, too."

We stand up and she pulls my shirt off, loosens my belt, unbuttons my pants and rubs my throbbing cock through my soaking wet briefs.

"Can I play for you?"

"I would like that a lot."

Loreena sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls my underwear down releasing my engorged instrument. She hums along with Alannah as she starts to gently stroke my hardness. It's not just white lightin' that's bound to drive me wild. She starts to kiss and suck the tip of my cock, her slick tongue licking small circles around my cum hole, drawing out even more sticky syrup. This new religion is about to bring me to my knees.

Having this gorgeous woman pleasure me while listening to one of the sexiest songs ever recorded is almost more than I can bear. I can both hear and feel Loreena humming with the music deep in her throat. It won't be long before I blow my load.

All too soon the song is over and she stops giving me her incredibly pleasurable attention. But I'm certain there is yet more pleasure to come.

When Rod Stewart starts singing "Tonight's the Night" she lays me down on the bed, pulls off my shoes, socks and pants, climbs up to straddle me and gives me another long, soul deep, thirst quenching kiss.

As Rod sings that there ain't nobody going to stop us now she reaches down and guides my hungry cock into her hot, wet pussy. She slowly presses down on me as she sings,

"C'mon angel, my heart's on fire.

Don't deny your man's desire.

'Cause you'd be a fool to stop this tide.

Spread your wings and let me come inside."

We begin to move with the sultry beat of the music. I grab her firm ass and push her back and forth as she grinds her hips into me. I caress and massage her breasts as she tosses her head back and utters moans of pleasure. We thrust and pound each other harder and harder as our lust rises to amazing heights. When Rod's date starts speaking French Loreena does too and she delivers the monologue flawlessly. This sends me completely over the edge and I shoot stream after stream of hot cream into her unbelievably sexy body. Her tight pussy clamps down on my cock as another shattering orgasm grips her as well. After several seconds we lose all rhythm, collapse together in a sweaty heap and just breath.

We hold each other while Jim Croce serenades us with "I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song". When the song is over Loreena kisses me gently on the corner of the mouth and says,

"We make beautiful music together."

Yes we do, my love. Yes we do.

-fin-