An Evening with Chopin - Sex Stories

An Evening with Chopin

... around the room, plus the large candelabra on the grand piano. She flipped through the antique sheet music in the orange glow from the candles. Chopin was a master, and as she read the notes, the music flowed through her mind. She flipped back to the opening stanzas, placed her hands on the keys and was about to begin playing when Cassie arrived with two wine glasses and a bottle.

“Not yet,” she said. “Come and have some wine.” She poured two glasses and sat down on the divan, beckoning Jenna come sit.

The white wine sparkled in the candle glow, the rain pattered outside, the warmth and humidity of the air glistened on their skin. They sipped their wine. Cassie brushed Jenna’s hair away from her face and leaned in. They kissed. Their lips met, parted, tongues twined. A soft moan. Jenna’s hands slid up the ribs of Cassie’s corset, touching her breasts under the lace, softly tracing the outlines of her nipples with her fingertips.

Cassie rose and moved to a vinyl record collection that stood on the far wall, next to a traditional turntable.

She ***********ed a record and queued it up. Strauss’s Blue Danube filtered from the speakers. She held out her hand.

“We dance,” she whispered.

Jenna allowed the older woman to take the lead. They danced. They kissed. They sipped wine. They pressed close to each other. After Strauss, Tchaiokovsky’s Sleeping Beauty and Shostakovich’s Second Waltz. Then Brahms, Dvorak, Liszt, nearly a dozen others. The air smelled of ...

... summer rain, perfume, and gentle arousal.

Finally, after another bow and another curtsy and another kiss at the end of a dance, the two fanned themselves with hand fans in the warm night air. Cassie smiled and poured fresh glasses of wine.

“And now, Frederic.”

Jenna addressed the piano, then sat down on the bench. Cassie stood behind her, lightly resting her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders.

“Ready?” Cassie whispered. Jenna nodded.

“Then begin.”

Jenna began playing the Nocturne, aware of the warmth of her teacher’s body behind her. The wine and the dancing had flushed her skin and she was afraid she would ruin Chopin’s beautiful handiwork. But the notes flowed through her to the keys and out into the night air. Cassie turned the pages as she played, otherwise standing silently behind her. The entire Nocturne took about ten minutes to play.

As Jenna reached the end, Cassie flipped back to the beginning of the music sheet, and whispered in her ear.

“Again.” Her breath stirred the hair above Jenna’s neck.

Cassie moved her hands from her shoulders slowly down Jenna’s chest, coming to rest on her breasts. She caressed them softly. Jenna’s hands faltered on the keys.

“Play,” Cassie urged breathlessly, then kissed her ear, her neck, her shoulder. Jenna picked up where she left off. Cassie slipped her hands underneath the lace top, fondling, pinching, caressing. Jenna struggled to keep her focus, but kept her eyes locked on the Nocturne’s lilting notes ...