It had been the sound that evoked his first memories. What he now knew to be a Bach cello suite had stirred the other sense into recognition. He remembered forcing his eyes open to scan the room to find the source of the lovely music. His eyes straining to focus through the haze of his intoxicated state, the source of the sounds sat naked with the cello delicately held between her knees. He watched her slender fingers dance sensuously up and down the fingerboard. The skill and articulate quality of her touch milking the instrument of its luscious tones that flowed like liquid form the ancient instrument. The beautiful petite young woman who played it with her eyes closed licked her lips as if she was overcome by the sensation she evoked. Lying on the floor in front of her were the tiny-silk panties she had worn-stained with her virgin blood. As his eyes focused, he could see that the cello shared the crimson colour of the blood soaked panties and that near the left f hole she had smeared her fresh sexual christening.
His next memory had been olfactory, the taste of her lips causing his to tingle as he kissed her for the first time. Everything about her was unexpected. As the owner of a chain of retail lingerie outlets, he had been invited to a party at Honeyton Lodge and eighteenth-century apartment building in the trendy up market end of the inner city.
It was not uncommon for buyers to go to these evenings where beautiful models displayed the products and more often than not slept with clients to secure substantial orders. At 46 and facing an expensive divorce settlement Brendon Wilson had already told himself he had no reason to refuse any such offers and the stream of delicious young models in silk satin and lace whetted his appetite.
The young girl who smiled at him from across the room was not dressed in lingerie. She was divinity, breathtakingly beautiful. Petite with long silken honey blonde hair angelic visage and small pert B cup breasts clenched together in an inviting cleavage by a sheer silk halter that shamelessly showed the outline of her small nipples. The dress clenched her curvaceous body like a second skin emphasising her tiny round ass and luscious hips. The hemline of the dress split to reveal her shapely legs perched high on white diamond encrusted stilettos. She was under 20 he guessed. The smile led to her crossing the room to him walking with the kind of sway that women know will invite a man to drink in every liquid movement of her sumptuous body. As the smile moved closer to him, he caught the beginnings of her exquisite scent.
How quickly they had moved from exchanging pleasantries to kissing was still cloudy. He remembered vaguely asking whether she might want money and how she laughed and asked him how much he thought the building was worth. He had had some vague thought that she might be a high-class hooker who preyed on older men. One that got them so hot they would pay anything to continue. He was that hot now he thought. He could not imagine that a young beautiful woman like this would want him and older man who had so recently failed at marriage.
" About four million.' He guessed.
" Very good, at last estimate four point eight million. My family own this building. So, I don't need to earn money. " She giggled, and kissed him again. He felt the tingle in his lips, the soon to become familiar exotic taste of her. She took his hand and led him to the door.
" Lets go upstairs where we can be more private?" she purred.
In the elevator, he held her to him feeling his cock rise against her. His hands ventured to her shapely ass and caressed them feeling the outline as the sound of each floor signalled its approach with an old bell. The elevator had been a relatively new addition to the old building, in keeping with the heritage nature of the architectural design. The elevator doors opened and she led him through the doors to the penthouse. She sat him down on a lounge and they kissed with increasing intensity.
" You can touch me if you want to." She whispered.
His hand first found the deliciously firm breasts feeling their shape beneath his palm, the nipple becoming more erect beneath his caresses then as he pinched them through the soft thin silk hearing her moan in his mouth as they kissed more and more deeply. He pushed her halter aside and took her right breast in his hand. He toyed with the nipple until it was rock hard then turned his attention to the left one. Each action was accompanied by fresh moans of pleasure from her. He broke the kiss reluctantly and kissed her nipple as suckling at them while she stroked his head and encouraged him.
" Do you want me?" she cooed seductively.