A difficult piece to play until you realised it was written to be played left-handed. Even then it was still technically difficult.
Paul would never take his own playing seriously. He seemed content to bang out numbers in a pub when he'd had a few beers but on those too rare evenings when he would play for me I would melt before him. He was much better then he thought he was. He'd even accompanied a Cabaret singer in Jamaica and helped her land a resident's contract in the most prestigious. He'd dismissed his part as it was anything anyone could have done. I'd heard them. She was good but it was his playing that had made the evening for me. When the contract had been offered it had been offered to both of them.
Apparently she had moved on to America and was doing well now. Packing them in the Wolfenstein chain of Hotels. I hoped she still wasn't letting Howie have it.
The tune downstairs changed. This was new. I'd never heard this one before. He played some notes then added some cords. Stopped as if he was thinking then started again. It was lovely. The music was at just the right level. The bed was warm and comfortable.
I stretched and scratched.
Something else needed scratching. I ran my fingers through my pubic hairs freeing some knots. I could feel the skin being pulled underneath. I took hold of four or five hairs near the mound of my clitoris and gently pulled them. I could feel my skin moving over my clit. I released the hairs took hold of some more in a different place and pulled them. The hood over my clit moved again. I let go of my hairs and squeezed my clit between the first and second fingers of my right hand. I needed that, the pressure had been building.
Relax and listen to the music. He'd started again. Slowly, carefully picking out the notes of the melody. My fingers still held my clit between them. I could feel it swelling. Becoming more sensitive with each second that passed, with each note that was played. The music was moving faster, flowing, so were my fingers. I bent my knees and let my legs flop open. The sudden movement pulled the bedclothes from the top half of my body. My hand kept moving. I was coming. I heard a noise, sensed a movement and I looked down. My breasts with there erect nipples. Between them, standing at the foot of the bed in his bath-towel was Paul looking down on me. I hadn't noticed the music stop or heard him on the stairs.
My fingers frooze on my clit. I wanted to turn my head away but I couldn't move. I couldn't move when he pulled the bed covers from my body leaving me naked on the bed. I could do nothing when he knelt on the end of the bed, his bath-towel falling to the floor and his hand moved mine away. I felt his breath, warm, moist against the lips of my fanny before his lips touched them, releasing me. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue entered me. I lifted my hips from the bed as he searched for my clit. I gave a sharp cry as he found it. Just touching it. Then sucking it. Then touching it. Then moving it from side to side. I gasped as he pushed first one then a second finger inside me moving them in and out as he would his cock.
I lifted my feet from the bed and placed them on his shoulders hoping he would go to the place I wanted him to go. His tongue left my clit and his lips sucked on mine as his mouth moved down. I could feel his breath on the soft skin between my holes then on my anus. My body jerked as the tip of his tongue touched it. It moved around it as if feeling for each tight fold of skin. The sensations were sensational.
Somebody was sobbing with pleasure. It was me. I felt a sharp stab of pain as his tongue pushed up inside me and willed my ring not to fight its passage. He swirled his tongue around inside me then he withdrew it and I felt the tip of his finger take its place before my hole could fully tighten. It hurt, but then his tongue was back against my clit. His finger was pushing up inside me his tongue was flicking my clit from side to side. Faster, further in, faster still, further still.
Something seemed to explode inside me as I came with an intensity I hadn't felt in ages.
Ow. It hurt as he pulled his finger from my ass hole.
I opened my eyes and looked down between my legs.
He was sitting on his heels stroking his prick to full hardness.
"Yes." I said. "I thought."
I had to stop and let my breathing steady.
"I thought," I continued, "that we had agreed that we were going to save all your stuff until Saturday."
"I'm here to re-negotiate." He said, looming above me and positioning the tip of his prick against the still wide-open lips of my fanny and pushing gently inside me.
"Re-negotiate?" I gasped, wrapping my arms and legs around him as he began moving in and out.
"This is my opening gambit."
"It's opening me." I panted as he quickened.
"Do you think there's anything in it?" He panted back.
"There's certainly something in it." I agreed, turning my head to one side then back again as I had a little come.
"You alright."
Of course I'm fucking all right.
"Yes. You?"
"Yes." He replied.
He was moving faster, and faster, I could feel him growing inside me. Not yet. Don't come yet. Now. I dug my nails into his back as I came. I could feel him jerking inside me. Moving slowly in and out. Stopping. Softening inside me. He pulled out and rolled onto his side next to me.
"We will have to make a move soon." He said, placing his arm around my shoulders and feeling for my anus with his index finger as I snuggled up to his body with my head on his shoulder. "We are expected at my parents for lunch and you have to pick up Shirley and take her with you."
"We don't have to go yet." I said, kissing his chest then his jaw-bone. "I want to re-negotiate some more."
His prick jerked as I placed my hand upon his balls.
