An Evening with Chopin - Sex Stories

An Evening with Chopin

... arm.

The conversation about the courses lagged. Cassie pulled out a wrapped package and handed it to Jenna.

“Happy graduation.”

They hugged awkwardly in the booth. Inside the package, sealed in a plastic bag, was antique sheet music. It was an old, complicated, Chopin Nocturne.

“Oh my god, this is fantastic.” They hugged awkwardly in the booth again.

“Why don’t you come by and play it?” Cassie said.

They paid their bill. Jenna suggested they take her car to Cassie’s house, but Cassie pointed out that they could just leave the car in the diner parking lot and walk. They were going to get soaked just getting to the car, why bother pretending otherwise?

They were drenched to the skin immediately upon exiting the diner. They giggled and laughed as they walked up the street in the soaking, warm summer rain. Wet clothes pressed close to their bodies, accenting their shapes, turning fabrics translucent.

They splashed each other in a puddle as they approached the front door of Cassie’s house. Standing on the porch they were finally out of the rain, still laughing and giggling.

As Cassie fumbled in her bag looking for her keys, Jenna reached over, lifted her chin, and kissed her, sending thrills through both of their bodies. Their eyes locked. Cassie leaned forward and stole one in return, holding it just long enough, then pulling back, winking. She found her keys and opened the door.

They both started giggling again.

The house was warm, and they ...

... stood on the hallway mat, dripping wet.

Cassie giggled. “How can we get upstairs to dry clothes without getting water all over the house?”

Jenna tossed her wet T-shirt it in a heap on a mat nearby. A moment later her jeans and thong followed them. Cassie shrugged and stripped, and then they scampered naked up the stairs. Jenna headed towards the guest room, but Cassie took her hand and guided her to her bedroom.

“But I have some dry clothes from the last time I was here stashed in the guest room,” Jenna protested. Cassie put a finger to her lips and guided her down the hallway to the master bedroom. Jenna walked in, and gasped.

Laid out on the bed were two outfits. The styles were pseudo-Victorian. Black corsets with colored accents, black lace knee-length skirts, stockings, lace-up knee-high boots. There were no brassiere’s but the corsets had heavy lace that extended up behind the neck, over the bust.

The thinner outfit was accented in red, the somewhat curvier in purple.

Jenna picked up the red outfit and held it in front of herself in the mirror.

“These are beautiful! Oh my god. I can’t wait to try them on.”

She loosened the laces on the corset to put it on, but Cassie stopped her, again without a word. She led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Cassie lathered Jenna’s body. Jenna pressed the inside of her hips into Cassie’s hands, but the older woman slipped her hand away. Jenna rinsed off the soap then returned the favor, slowly washing ...