05 The Saxophone - Sex Stories

05 The Saxophone

... and pulling her towards me while she grabbed her ass with her own hands and parted the cheeks leaning back into me. The force of it slipped my cock deeper into her. Her incredible pussy was so tight that my head started to swim.

Then she pulled forward a hair, and my slickened cock slipped out a hair. Then she slid back against me with enough force to drive it all the way in. The music reached fever pitch as her groin thumped against mine.

Suddenly, the music stopped. Applause erupted all around me, as I realized I was still leaning against the wall. I stood up abruptly and started clapping with all the force I could muster, unable to take my eyes off the incredible saxophone player in the center of the stage. She bowed and her eyes locked with mine. Embarrassed, I look away for a second, and then look right back at her. She stood up straight and took another bow, but this time, she looked me straight in the eye and nodded at me. I felt a warm flush start to flow into my face. Then I realized just how tight my pants were and wished I could find a solitary corner or bathroom where I could adjust myself.

The musicians started to exit off the stage, and the saxophone player looked at me one more time as she exited through one of the doors in the back. With quickness, I moved towards one of the passages along the wall I had been leaning against looking for a bathroom.

I turned the corner and almost ran over the saxophone player. She stopped as she saw me, and a slow ...

... smile crept into her face. I started to blush again, trying desperately to make it go away.

"You were staring at me the entire last three songs." Her voice, like her music, was filled with a passion for life and a fire that danced over my nerves. I twitched and fidgeted, feeling like an idiot.

"Sorry, if I made you feel uncomfortable."

Those green eyes bored into me, and in them I saw the images of us, on the stage. I felt the heat rising into my face again, and my erection pushed against my pants with a fierceness I could barely hide. She took a step back and looked at me again.

"Come with me," she said, grabbing my hand. Her cool fingers slipped around mine, and I felt the fierce energy surging through her body into mine. It coursed down my spine filling me with life and desire. I shivered with the fierceness of it as she pulled me down the hall.

We turned another corner, and the bass player walked towards us.

"Hey..." he started, but one look from the saxophone players silences him.

"Not now Terry."

"Right, I'll see you later then." He said as we slipped past him. We took another turn, and then she opened a door and pushed me inside. It only took me a minute to realize it was her dressing room. Two cases lay open on the floor. One held the saxophone, the other held a clarinet. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it.

I looked into her deep green eyes, knowing that the fierceness and passion of them will haunt my dreams, "Are you in the ...