My name is Nolan. This story is fictional. Events portrayed did not occur.
Working in New York City, I had been spending a lot of my free time in a jazz club not far from the office I worked in, proofing advertisements. I was not necessarily a dedicated jazz fan, but most of the time it was hard to ignore the sounds one could hear on the street if it was quiet enough. There was no arguing with the sounds of a good saxophone.
And tonight, work done, sitting in the club again, the saxophone had drawn me back. And admittedly, the saxophone player was a woman, so there was that draw. But she was also undeniably talented. The sax had appealed to me for several years; not because I wanted to play it, but because I could appreciate the talent of someone who could play.
And lady saxophone was not hard to look at, either. She was a brunette, who usually wore her hair in a great-looking knot at the back of her head, with a small lock of it drooping to rest high on her forehead. She was tall and very fit, probably around six-two flat-footed. She had brown eyes, another feature I could stare at forever. She was probably in her early forties. I myself was thirty-five.
Generally she was standing while she played, and wore sensible tennis shoes. Her legs were long. She had a nice butt, maybe a touch bigger than average for someone as fit as she was. She had healthy C-cup breasts. She almost always wore jeans, and a selection of button-down blouses in multiple colors.
I had been coming in here long enough that we new each other by sight; she knew my name because occasionally I saw someone here that I knew who would call me by name loudly enough for her to hear it. I did not know her name.
After 30 minutes, she wrapped her set. She was accompanied by a guy on trumpet and another woman, African-American, on bass. The woman's skin was a little darker than caramel, and she favored jeans and polo shirts. She was heavy and carrying a lot in a very round, fairly wide ass. I tended to like a lot of caboose, but I could appreciate a fit, beautiful woman as much as the next guy. She was probably five eight. She had big knockers, probably easily in the D range. Her hair was jet black, falling straight to just below her shoulders. I pegged her around 40, but looking younger.
All three of them complemented each other, as a musical group. The trumpet was first to finish packing. He turned and waved farewell to the moderate number of patrons sitting at the tables arranged across the floor in front of the stage, all the way to the back wall. The bassist was next to pack up, and I eyed her ass as she moved and bent over in preparing to case her instrument.
Look at that ass,
I thought.
The bass lady stepped off the stage and sat at a table a couple feet from mine, after placing her instrument down carefully.
She smiled, her teeth straight and well cared for. We didn't know each other by name, but we did by sight. Most of the other patrons had cleared out by now. I continued to watch Miss Saxophone, stealing brief eyefuls of her lovely figure and somewhat outsized rump.
"She's pretty hot, right?" the bass lady noted.
"She is," I replied. "And very talented. Gifted might also be a good description," I noted. "Your fingers work that bass real well," I added.
"Both of us been at it about twenty years, playin' to add to our regular day job dollars for about ten. We're pediatric nurses," she added.
She abruptly changed topics. "I see you gawk at her."
"She's gorgeous," I repeated.
"I know you stare at her ass," the base lady pointed out.
"Yes. If she ever accuses me, I'll tell her I was 'admiring her derriere,'" I said.
"You stare at mine, too?" she asked.
Right to the point, I noted to myself. Out loud, I said, "Often enough. "
"Mmm-hmmm. Why?" she asked bluntly. Her voice was mellow and still had a youthful timbre. I told her I liked a healthy rump as much as a fit one.
"At least you're honest," she said. "I'm Jade," she added. "And to be honest, small men turn me on. Most of the time, it tends to be white men, even though I'm black. I will admit you're not bad looking."
We shook hands. "Nice to meet you, Jade. Like I said, I like your bass first, and your ass a close second," I joked. "I'm Nolan," I said.
With both of us standing, and only three of us in the main club area, Jade pulled me closer, into a hug. "Yeah. Mommy like," she decided. "I need the little girls' room. You want to keep me company?" she asked.
"You into that?" I asked.
"I think I might like having you around," she noted. "As long as we're being all open and honest and shit."
Kind of weird, but what the hell. So was liking big butts, staring openly, and one other thing that turned me on, best not shared in public. She signaled to the sax player and the two of us walked to the back of the club and down a short hall.
We stopped at the women's restroom door, and Jade stuck her head in. She leaned back out and took my hand. "All clear," she declared.
So in we went. Jade opted for the handicap accessible stall. She entered and I followed. The door closed and the latch slid into place. Jade turned her back and dropped her jeans and panties, and I saw her huge, rounded set of cheeks. My mouth fell open. She turned to get my reaction.
She laughed quietly. I took a step and tried to lean into her ass. "Not here," she said. "The sax lady, Alex, and I are neighbors. I promise you can enjoy my ass later. You can come home with us. Did you drive here?" she asked.
"No, I walked," I said. "I don't live far."
"Alex and I are about 10 minutes from here. One of us will drive you," she noted again.
Jade turned and sat. "Are you sprung right now?"
"Yeah," I said. She reached out and groped my crotch.
