Gosh! She's a beauty! She surely isn't my kind of girl - too exquisite and too snob for my way of being!...
Still, I look at her, and when she catches my eyes, I smile...
We are beside the Atheneum, in The National Art Museum, where there is a small concert room, with less than fifty chairs, listening to a four instruments classical music concert...
She frowns and looks some other way...
I know what that means, so I just let go...
The second evening, the same place, another concert - I see her, I let her see that I've seen her, but, this time, it's my turn to frown and hurry towards the exit doors...
Here comes day number three...
We've already seen each other while being in the concert hall...
While exiting, she does what she does, and comes closer to me, and, smiling, she says:
"When I first saw you, I just couldn't believe that you are a... "melomaniac"!"...
My first impulse was to say that I've thought that they were selling pizzas over there, but I prefer to keep my mouth shut...
We are walking towards the exit - if I keep quiet like a fish, then my chances are running down to zero in seconds...
Finally, I get started: "It so happens that I like Pink Floyd, Emerson, Lake & Palmer, Olivia Newton John, Ella Fitzgerald, Joe Dassin, Vivaldi, Beethoven - shall I continue?"
She smiles...
"By the way, please let me introduce myself":
"Corinna"
"Nice to meet you"! We shake hands.
Gosh! She's got a fine, delicate hand, and pretty cold at touch...
We are out already, so that we stop in front of each other - I must speak, and quick!
"So, your hands make me think that somehow you are connected with this - so, what instrument do you play?"
"Oboe, but I'm not a pro!"...
She's a student at philology.
It's the moment to ask: "So, will you come back here tomorrow?"
"I'd love to, but, unfortunately, I do have some other things to attend to"...
"Too bad! That's too bad!"...
She thinks for a moment, then tells me: "Look, if you'd like, we can see each other right here on Sunday morning, at, let's say, ten o'clock"...
My boats are floating, even if, to be honest, I'll have to invent something to tell one of my fuck buddies who will surely be surprised when I shall tell her that on Sunday I have some other matters to attend...
Yes, I know that she's only a fuck buddy, but I don't find it delicate to tell her, after I've been fucking her all night or however, that she should put her clothes on and leave...
Luckily, she knows where I work, so that she knows that sometimes I also go at the institute on Sundays...
"So, Sunday at ten, right here!"...
She backs up a little: "Only if it's all right with you! I mean... maybe you have a girl friend, or something"...
So, she's directly aiming the target: are you married, engaged, have a girl friend, do you have kids?...
I know that it won't take her long to ask me all those questions...
So, for the moment I need to make a quick statement and come with some evidence...
"Well, if I did have a girlfriend, she would surely have been here, with me!"...
She seems pleased with the answer: "Well then, on Sunday! See you!"
And she starts walking...
"Corinna! Wait, please! Why don't you let me accompany you wherever you are going to now?"
"No worries! The bus station is close enough! Bye!"
I don't insist. The only problem is that she is going the way that I should also go, since it so happens that I live over there - and, if I'm guessing right, she will go at the bus station that is reeeeeaaaaaly close to the entrance in my block of flats...
I light a cigarette and let the time pass...
After, let's say, ten minutes, I start strolling, real slow, towards my apartment.
I look at my wrist watch - no problem, there is still time enough before a very good and dear fuck buddy of mine will come to visit me...
I reach at the entrance of my block of flats and... in the station, I can clearly see Corinna!
Things may become complicated, so I enter the block of flats, like Speedy Gonzales, climbing three stairs in one step, praying that Corinna has not observed me...
I don't even wait for the elevator - I start climbing the stairs...
Whew! That was close!...
Sunday Morning
It's a sunny day, even if it's winter. I have a dilemma - I've seen that Corinna is getting dressed quite exquisite - fur coat, dress, high heeled boots...
But we were at a classical music concert!
What shall she be wearing on a Sunday morning?!?
Finally, I choose to get dressed in a suit, but wearing a sweater instead of a shirt and a tie, and, of course, an overcoat...
At five minutes to ten I exit the block...
Surprise! I can see a beauty, with her back at me for the moment, standing just a few meters from the entrance...
Her blond hair is reflecting the beams of the sun in a manner that makes my heart explode with the desire to touch her, caress her, and grab her by it while I'm doing to her what my dirty mind is thinking about...
I just say to myself: take it easy, lad, it's not yet the moment!...
She turns while I get close to her. I try to make a surprised face - I only hope that it works...
Then I smile, with enthusiasm: "Corinna! I'm surprised! I don't remember to have told you where I live!"... I say all this crap while shaking her hand and kissing it... I surely would have kissed something else, but... Patience! Boy! Patience!...
"I have seen you that evening climbing the stairs as if you were a fireman - I haven't even have had the time to call your name! You've just vanished!"...
My first impulse is to invite her upstairs, but, rethinking a little, I decide that the best strategy is to let her freeze for a while in the cold outside...
I take her in the park, almost empty at this time, but the white snow makes the old trees and bushes look wonderful...
She lives with her parents, in an apartment, a few stations from my place, she has no sisters or brothers, and the oboe was the passion of her mother, who's a Romanian literature teacher...
Her father is a chief engineer at a very large and well known factory in Bucharest...
I tell her about my collection of music, about the fact that I also have lots of vinyls with classical music, and, nice and easy, we are aiming towards the exit of the park...
In spite of the sun, the temperature is clearly negative, and Corinna is already trembling a little...
"Now, Corinna, we can do two things - whatever you choose - either we go and try to find something hot to drink somewhere around, either you accept my invitation, we go at my place, have some nice cups with mulled wine, and, why not, listen to some music - the one that you choose"...
To my surprise, she takes out the hand from her pocket and puts it in my pocket, making her fingers interwine with mine...
"Let's go at your place! Finally, we are both adults, and I won't act as if I were a virgin - anyway, I'm pretty sure that you know how to behave"...
My room is perfectly clean, with fresh sheets on the bed, and, generally, with no traces of what has happened just a few hours ago...
I let her see my musical catalogs and, to my surprise, she chooses Queen. I put an album, then go to the kitchen to prepare the wine...
I bring the tray with the wine and some crackers...
I can see that she's taken off her high heeled boots and is resting her feet on a tabouret.
When she sees me, she jumps a little, making her beautiful feet hide under the arm chair:
"I hope you won't mind, but these high heels have really killed my feet, and they are also frozen"...
She looks at me with her big blue eyes, pleadingly...
I smile: "Corinna, honestly, what is this?!? You are at home! Make yourself as comfortable as you feel like! More than this! Let me poor some wine, then I shall give your feet an extra treat"...
I poor some wine, then grab another tabouret and ask her to put her feet on hers.
I take a sit close to her feet: "May I?" I ask, but don't wait for an answer - I start massaging her feet through the silk hose - her feet are really cold.
I keep on massaging her feet, until the music reaches to an end.
"Now, what shall it be? Another album with Queen, or else?"
She smiles, looking at me with her big blue eyes: "Would you mind if we listen to Vivaldi - The Seasons?"
"Not at all! By all means!"
I get the music started, then come back to continue massaging her feet.
She quickly withdraws her feet, stands up, and comes close to me - I know what she wants, no doubt about that!
I gently embrace her, looking deep into her eyes, my lips looking for her lips.
Our kiss is passionate - our tongues dance together - I hold her tight, real tight, at a certain moment maybe too tight, since she quits kissing me and starts breathing quickly, grasping for air...
I let her go for a moment and start kissing her neck - she's shivering - I raise my mouth and gently bite her ear lobe, then insert the tip of my tongue into her ear.
All she can say is: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"...
My left hand is already on her right boob, massaging it, caressing it, but I really do have a problem with her bra, which seems to be one of those with I don't know what metallic or plastic parts...
Suddenly, I stop and gently tell her: "You do have a beautiful dress - why risk to ruin it?"...
Meanwhile, my hand is already at her back, unzipping it. She tends to tense, for a slight moment, but lets go...
I slowly grab the shoulders of her dress and let it fall on the carpet.
I quickly unclasp her bra, grab it and throw it on the arm chair - she sighs.
I bend and start working with my mouth at her nipple.
I cannot say that she's got large boobs - at her height, maybe, a little larger wouldn't have bothered her silhouette, but she's got a nice pair of nipples - my pleasure, licking and sucking them is genuine.
My nostrils are assaulted by the smell of the Chanel 5 perfume...
