An Evening with Chopin - Sex Stories

An Evening with Chopin

... before her.

Cassie unhooked the lace behind Jenna’s neck and let it fall forward, then moved to the bench beside her. She kissed and licked her small round breasts, tasting the perfume and the gentle sweat from their dancing. She softly suckled as Jenna played, eliciting quiet moans.

Emotions, sensations, feelings raced through Jenna. This was the moment she had fantasized about, dreamed about, masturbated to since she met Cassie. She had needed her hands, her lips on her body. Her breath on her skin. The desire was overwhelming, the satisfaction breathtaking.

Cassie slid down to her knees and slipped Jenna’s legs apart. Her mouth drifted into a place few had seen, fewer had touched, and only Jenna had ever pleasured. Her breath drifted over the sliver of curly hair above an otherwise neatly trimmed slit. She licked, caressed, softly penetrated, and found that special space. She ran her tongue along the interior of Jenna’s thigh as she curled her fingers inside of her lover. Jenna opened wide, her mist flowed free, her body shook with her climax.

Jenna arched her back, moaned, and her fingers flew across the keys. The surge that was overtaking her body flowed down her arms and into the ivory, into the ebony, down to the hammers striking the cords, and out into the dim, steamy room. The music flew out an opened window carrying the depth of her passion out into the rainy night. A couple passing by paused to listen, felt the desire, the love, the need. The man ...

... and the woman lowered their umbrella and kissed in the warm summer rain, then laughed, hugged, and walked on holding hands as the downpour soaked them through.

The Nocturne continued.

Jenna hunched forward, spent, but still she played. Cassie climbed back onto the bench next to her, lifted her head, kissed her lips. Their tongues intertwined. Jenna was reaching the end of another round of the Nocturne. Cassie slipped her hand over Jenna’s and as she whispered “my turn”. As the Nocturne ended, Jenna released and Cassie took over, playing the Nocturne by heart.

Jenna, her arms throbbing, her body pulsing, devoured Cassie. Her fingers shook as she loosened the lace top above her corset, then unlaced the restrictive purple-and-black garment and tossed it to the floor. Both women now wore only stockings, boots, and masks. Jenna had spent many a night, tossing in her bed, thinking about what it would be like to touch, to taste, to caress, Cassie’s substantial decollete. She ate hungrily, running her tongue across it, tasting it, suckling almost endlessly.

The tone of the Nocturne had changed. The passion was still there, but it was muted. This was not Cassie’s first time, either with man or woman. She, too, had desired Jenna for a long time, and she felt the deep passion but also a nurturing love. The Nocturne that coursed through the rainy night spoke of passion, but also caring and sweetness.

Jenna remained suckling at Cassie’s breasts for the second half of the ...