05 The Saxophone - Sex Stories

05 The Saxophone

I walked down the night street, savoring the smells of the cool darkness and enjoying the sights and sounds of a city awake at night. It was not a chilly night in the grand scheme of things, and walking without a jacket did make it seem a bit cooler. But it really was not necessary. If someone were to ask me to guess the temperature, I would have to say it would be around sixty-five to seventy degrees. Perfect weather for a walk in the town.

This time of night, there were a respectable number of folks still walking around and doing the things that people do at night. Shopping, bar hopping, going to concerts or movies. For me, this was just the perfect night to go for a quiet walk. A soft breeze kicked up a few browned leaves blowing them through the air. I could smell the faint scent of moisture in the air. It might rain soon, but not for a good couple of hours. Perhaps not until morning. Walking past an outdoor restaurant, the wonderful smells of Chinese food wafted through the air, delighting the senses. I was not hungry, but the urge to sit down and indulge in a late-night snack was suddenly, quite strong.

Fighting off that urge, but unable to keep a smile off my face, I continued walking down the street. Then my ears picked something up above the light din of the city around me. A melody so sweet, and a tone so pure that it pierced through me freezing me in step. I cocked my head to one side letting the music wash over me. The notes flickered and danced across ...

... my subconscious mind, and I felt like someone was casting a spell over me. My feet started to move of their own accord, and I found myself crossing the street towards what looked like a small club.

A large, burly man stood at the door; his arms crossed over his massive chest. I was not a short individual, but this man made me feel like a dwarf. He glared down at me as I pulled out my driver's license. Leaning over to inspect my ID, the big man nodded once and stepped to the side. I slipped past him into the room, and the music hit me full force. It washed over me like a forlorn lover, teasing my skin with its gentle touch and warming me to the core with the sheer affection of it. The passionate force of it washed over me making me shiver.

I walked into the room, drawn forwards by the inescapable power of the music. The notes danced and jived in a rhythm of jazz produced with such passion that one could not help but smile. The room was packed with people. Every chair I could see was filled; every table occupied. I made my way across the room and found a space along the wall where I could just stand and listen.

Once in my spot, I looked towards the stage and for the first time, noticed the players. The band was a small five-piece band consisting of a drummer, piano, bass guitar, lead guitarist and a saxophone player. Sitting behind the drum-set was a short dark-skinned man, dwarfed by his set of drums. Wielding his drumsticks like a Ginsu-chef, with all the practiced ...