05 The Saxophone - Sex Stories

05 The Saxophone

... precision that can only come with years and years of practice, he pounded out a rhythm for the rest of the players to follow. His dark hair danced across

his forehead where it was nearly matted with the sweat of his efforts.

To the left of him was a large upright piano. Not a particularly elegant device, yet the sound coming from it matched the rhythm of the drums without error. The player, a young woman with definite skill, was dressed in simple slacks and a white shirt. With her back to the crowd, the young woman's tight bun of deep brown hair bobbed and weaved in time to the music.

Just to the right of the piano was the lead guitar player. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, he seemed a little underdressed compared to the rest of the players. His hair was cut close to the skin, and eyes closed as his hands danced over the strings.

On the far-right side of the stage, was the bass player. In a pair of dark slacks, a button-down shirt, and a long trench coat, his clothes seemed a stark contrast to the rest. I almost got the feeling he stepped out of the crowd to join them on the stage. Yet, he kept up providing the bass line to the song with flawless ease, taking his cues from the rest of the band.

Despite the colorful players of the band, the centerpiece of the stage was the tenor saxophone player. Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair danced around her shoulders as she dipped in tune to the incredible music she produced from her instrument. Wearing a simple ...

... button-down white blouse, and a knee-length blue skirt, she shined out from the rest of the band. It was clear in an instant that they were there for her. A pair of simple sandals clung to her feet, and yet she seemed comfortable amidst the band, and the crowd. With eyes closed, her fingers danced over the keys.

Then her eyes opened, and I found myself peering into the most incredible depthless green I had ever seen. In that moment, I felt myself drowning in the beauty of that immortal soul that produced such incredible music that if I died right in that moment, I could be the happiest man alive or dead. Her gaze locked with mine, and the rest of the room melted away.

The crowd vanished into darkness, the band faded into gray, and it was only her and I standing in the bright lights of the stage. The saxophone was no longer in her hands, but I could still hear the tune filling my soul. She looked up at me, with those incredible eyes.

She reached out to me, and I took her hand in mine. As our flesh made contact, I felt a burst of light in the back of my head. There was such passion and fire in this woman, that there and then she was the only woman in the world for me. I leaned forward into her, and she pulled herself against me. Our lips met in a passionate embrace that only fueled the music that filled the air around us.

My hands found the top button of her blouse, and it popped free. She pulled back from our kiss, and those piercing green eyes burned right through my ...