Wet piano play  

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10/4/2005 3:57 pm

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Wet piano play


My girlfriend met her first, and couldn't hide her enthousiasm. She, the woman I just came home from, is a piano teacher in our village, and has a child the same age as our daughter. The kids play well together, hours of fun passing by unnoticed. So when I took a walk by the playground this afternoon, I considered a quick visit to their house. Luckily, she was home. We had been talking before, on the playground, but I had never been inside her house. It was sunny, and warm light entered the house through high windows.
Our mutual daughters started playing immediately, tucked away inside a play tent, audible and sometimes visible inside their confined, safe space. We sat in the back of the room on the couch and drank our tea, warming our hands on the hot cups, blinking in the bright light, exchanging parental information. Her hubby, a jazz musician, was away on tour, and it wasn't easy with a kid all on her own.
I took my time to look at her properly as the sun enlightened her. She wore a loose shirt with a large decollete that was difficult to avoid with my eyes. The point of gravity was almost a black hole when she bent forward to put her cup on the table. The shirt was light, and in the sun I could see her warm, soft breasts dangle freely inside. She had the most wonderful breasts I had ever seen. I couldn't help myself, and complimented her on her breasts. It was a risk, but I felt brave. She smiled, and answered she felt lucky with them. Though, now that she was pregnant again, her nipples had become so sensitive again she couldn't wear a bra. I asked if it was annoying that they were so sensitive. She answered, with a flirting blink in her eye, that it didn't have to be. I felt even bolder than before, and asked if a soft tongue might be pleasant. She didn't respond, just slowly slid her hands down her sides, grabbed her shirt and pulled it off over her head. There, in full glory, her breasts were standing out to me. I looked on in amazement, feeling a bliss, unknown in years, stream through my blood. This was beyond lust, this was as full an experience of beauty as would ever happen to me.
I moved closer, driven by the thought she had consented to whatever would follow. I didn't care, I just wanted. My promise was a soft tongue, and so I bent down my head, opened my mouth and slid my tongue slowly around her already erect nipple. I folded my lips around it and licked it, made it slippery, ready for further touch. Gently, I moved my fingers over her other nipple, aware of its sensitivity, but also of the heat my touch aroused in the body attached to it. I didn't hear her, but I could feel her body respond to my touch. Her chest heaved, pushed her breast into my face. I opened my mouth further and licked the skin around the nipple. My hand cupped her other breast, feeling its firmness, stroking the soft skin, enjoying the smoothness of a female breast's skin. It was bliss.
She suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed it down in between her legs, rubbing her crotch. Then she let go, opened her pants and pulled them down. She had to get up a bit, her nipple that was still inside my mouth was pulled out. Then she sat down again and spread her legs, took my hand and pushed it back to her crotch. My fingers slid between her pussy's lips, meeting resistance of dry skin first, then suddenly, still unexpected, they slid into a well without grounds. They just kept sliding, in and in, until my hand would move no further. I slid it back out and up, taking the juices, and pushed up to where I knew her clit would be. To my surprise, it was huge. I could feel this big blob underneath my fingertips, and when I wobbled it, she couldn't suppress a moan. I looked at her, and said that I just had to lick that clit.
I moved down on my knees between her legs, pushed my face into her wet valley and searched for my treasure with the tip of my tongue. I let the wet lips of her pussy guide me, once I had the path I knew i was in no hurry, and gently explored the sides of the valley, moving slowly from side to side, enoying the taste, the smell, and the view. Then, as I approached the summit of my exploration, I slowed my pace, but pressed on hard. Slowly, I bent my tongue, pushed the tip to the base of her clit, and started a tour, going all around without stopping. Then I quickly flicked the top with my tongue, wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard for a fraction of a second. She sighed deeply.
I moved around in the whole area, from the summit back into the valley, up again, around, trying all the viewpoints, moving in quick pace now, quietly then, taking rests at times until she begged me to continue. Every fold of her lips was mine to explore, every taste and smell was devoured. I could hear from her breathing she was close, and I concentrated on her clit, licking it faster and harder as she moaned. When she came, she muffled a cry, thrust her hips up which pushed her pussy hard into my face, and squirted hard. I had my mouth wide open, and had no choice but to swallow hard to be able to breath. Then, when I breathed again, I tasted the full aroma of her juice, and was in heaven. Nothing had ever tasted this good. She squirted more, and I drank it all. As she slowly relaxed and sank back, I softly licked her soaked pussy.
She pulled on my shoulder to make me come up. She opened my pants, found my hard cock, grabbed it and wrapped her mouth around it. I was so uncontrollably hot that my balls contracted immediately, and I squirted in long gulfs into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, and licked of the last drops she squeazed out with her hand. Then she sank back again, her look directed at the beauty of the view inside. She was deeply satisfied, and enjoying it to the full.
We didn't say much after that, quite soon it was time to take my daughter home. I too felt deeply satisfied, as only the best of orgasms can do. We kissed briefly as I left the house, careful the kids wouldn't see it. We didnt know what they saw before, and there was nothing we could do.
Now I'm back home, my daughter is in bed, I've washed off the smell and taste to avoid trouble in the house, but I can't wash off the memory, nor the deep feelings inside. I know we'll both sleep intensely restful tonight, she and I.

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