05 The Saxophone - Sex Stories

05 The Saxophone

... habit of taking strange men into your dressing room?"

"Are you in the habit of having sexual fantasies with every female on stage?"

I felt the heat of embarrassment filling my face again. I looked at the floor, and then back up at her. She did not move but continued to stare at me with those intense eyes, boring into my soul.

"No," I whispered, looking for what to say next. Then, suddenly, I got the impression she felt something too. The look in her eyes, the set of her shoulders, the way her hips settled against the door. She felt it. Under my gaze, her face started to flush.

The lock on the door clicked shut behind her. She frowned at me and took a step forward, "How dare you!?" Then she rushed into me, her lips meeting mine, our tongues dashing against each other. Then she leaned back, grabbed the top of my shirt, and she yanked with all the force she could. Buttons exploded out of my shirt, careening off the walls, tables, and chairs in the room.

My lips found hers and we locked into an embrace filled with psychotic passion. We pushed against each other; her hands pulled at my shirt. My fingers found the top of her blouse, and I easily popped the buttons off, throwing it open. I heard the tearing of fabric and looked down to see the tattered remains of my shirt falling to the floor around me. She grinned at me as her blouse fell to the floor.

Then she leaned against me with renewed vigor, her teeth scraped across my chest, as I reached around her back ...

... and popped the clasp of her black bra. With one hand I pulled her bra forward, as she slipped her arms free. Then I tossed it aside. Her hands reached around and pulled lines down my back as she scraped her teeth across my left nipple. I reached down and grabbed her ass, wrapping my fingers around its firm shape, and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I lifted her up, and she sank her teeth into my neck, sucking and nipping at me. I turned her around and with one sweep of my arm cleared the table of her make-up and assorted personal items.

I laid her down on the table, she released her grip of my neck and settled down on the table. She reached up and drew angry red lines down my chest with her nails as I leaned forward on to her. With my left hand I curled my fingers around her perfect right breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers while I closed my mouth over her left. I suckled and nipped at it gently pulling on the skin. With my right hand I ran my finger over her pierced navel. A soft moan escapes her lips as I twirled my tongue around her hardening nipple. Then, with a slow methodical movement, I pulled my teeth across her tender breast. Releasing her perfect breast from my mouth, I placed soft kisses between her breasts as I moved over to the other one, treating it to the same carefully methodical movements.

Then I moved down her stomach, drawing a line with my tongue from the center of her sternum to her navel. Once there, I ...