The Musician

The first time I met Brad I knew there would be fireworks, I just wasn't sure when.  I was leaving my apartment to run errands and saw him moving in two doors down.  He was gorgeous, soulfully gorgeous.  His eyes looked like melted chocolate.
 
As I passed by I stopped to say hello and smiled at him, he awkwardly looked up to me as his hair slid across his face and he smiled back as he pushed it out of the way.
 
"Hi." he returned, his face going slightly pink as he picked up his guitar case from the hallway and backed toward the open door.  
 
I've always had a thing for musicians and his shyness turned me on.  "Welcome to the neighborhood."  I said and sauntered away.  Yes, sauntered.  He was cute, but I knew I was too and wanted to make sure he had noticed.  I looked back and smiled over my shoulder as I walked into the stairwell, happy to see he was watching.
 
We had three to four more encounters similar to this over the next two weeks and I'd made up my mind that if he didn't ask me out the next time we met, I was asking him.  I was thoroughly intrigued by him and wanted to get to know him and his lovely long musician fingers as intimately as possible, as soon as possible.  As it turns out, I didn't have to ask.  The next time I saw him was on Friday evening, I was dressed for clubbing with my girlfriends and he was just heading out with his guitar.
 
He stopped short, his eyes giving me a long once over.  "Hey, I know this is short notice but I'm playing open mic tonight at The Lounge and wanted to know if you'd like to come hear me play and maybe bring a few friends?"
 
I was shocked, of course I wanted to hear him play.  "Actually, the girls and I are meeting at the coffee shop downstairs now to decide what we're doing tonight.  I'll bring it up and maybe we'll see you later."  I smiled and winked as I walked out ahead of him, but inside I was screaming Hell Yes I'll Be There.
 
It was about eleven o'clock when we arrived and I wasn't disappointed, his music was as beautiful and soulful as his eyes.  He watched me through many of his performances and I had what I know must have been a dreamy smile on my face.  He was gorgeous and I was hot just watching him.  I knew I had to have him soon, and that shocked me because I just wasn't that kind of girl...or at least I didn't think I was. 
 
We finished off the night and headed out.  The ladies wanted to go to a few more clubs but I declined, wanting to get home and take care of my desire as quickly as possible.  I had driven, but they decided they'd just take cabs home later so I left them to their devices and I went home to mine. 

I was only about five miles from home, but even knowing I would be there within a few minutes I couldn't keep my hand from wandering up my skirt and rubbing my swollen, damp mound with my palm.  I didn't dare touch my clit because I knew an eruption was sure to follow.  I made it up to my apartment and started shedding clothes on my way to my bedroom. 

Once inside I quickly retrieved my favorite toy, the one that vibrates and has suction cups on the bottom, and headed to the bathroom.  I affixed the toy to the tub's edge and slid my bare lips over the end.  I had what was probably one of the best orgasms of my life, thinking of Brad, bobbing up and down while the toy vibrated and I rubbed my clit.  Sated, I stood up, walked to bed naked, and slept like a newborn.  
 
The next morning I met Brad in the hallway.  This time my face turned pink thinking about the night before, not that he could have known how I satisfied myself all the while wishing it was him.  I was running out to Starbucks for my weekend treat and he was picking up his paper from the hallway in his robe.  I know I turned a darker shade of pink as I started thinking about what was under his robe.  
 
"Hey." He said.
 
"Hey yourself."  I smiled up at him, wanting to run my fingers through his slightly too long hair.
 
"What did you think of last night?"  
 
"It was wonderful, you're very talented."
 
"I'm working on a new song now, would you like a preview?"
 
"Sure."  I said as I followed him into his apartment.  It was very nice and tidy.  I would have thought a musician would be more messy than this.  
 
"Have a seat."  He gestured toward the couch as he went to his stool and picked up his guitar out of the floor stand.  "I started this last week and would love your honest opinion on it."
 
As he started to play I closed my eyes, the lyrics were beautiful and my desire for him was building, but in a different way.  I left the couch and walked to the picture window that looked out into the street below, the song was so powerful I didn't want him to see the tears that had collected in my eyes, but I didn't realize he could see my reflection in the glass.  The chemistry in the room was strong and as he finished the last of the final lines I turned toward him.  He was watching me with those eyes and I noticed under his robe he had become slightly aroused.  He stood up from the stool and headed my way, neither of us saying a word.  When he reached me, he slowly lifted his hand to my face and used the pad of his thumb to wipe the tear from the side of my cheek as he leaned in to kiss me.  For the first time in my life I saw stars and knew what was meant by love at first sight.  I had to have him, right then.  
 
The kiss was frantic.  After the first soft initial touching of our lips, our movements became harsh and excited.  Neither of us could wait.  His penis was completely hard and extending out of his robe to me like a giant hand gesturing me to follow.  I quickly untied the robe and shoved it from his shoulders where it fell to the floor.  I grabbed and kneaded his penis with my hands while our passionate kissing continued.  Brad moved his mouth from mine and I gave a slight gasp in protest, he quickly started to nuzzle and bite at my ears and neck.  Gently sliding the straps of my tank top to the side and was nipping at my collar bone, I moaned so loud I startled myself and he gently chuckled and kept going.  I was wet, extremely wet, and I could already smell the musky sent of sex in the room, we had barely just begun.  I'd never felt like this with a partner in my life, like I was floating above myself never wanting it to end.  
 
I felt Brad's hands make their way to the hem of my shirt and start pulling upward.  I quickly helped him dispose of the shirt so I could put my hands back on his throbbing penis, I was afraid to let and interrupt the moment.  He continued nuzzling southward and was soon at my breasts.  I held my breath as he took each nipple in his mouth and bit it playfully.  My body trembled as pain and excitement collided. 

I squeezed his penis hard to show him how much I wanted it but he continued his decent and my now free hands were tangled in his hair.  I felt his fingers slide into the waistband of my shorts and take them to the floor.  I stepped out of  my sandals, shorts, and underwear at the same time and we were both naked, he on his knees in front of me.  He slowly rose to his feet where he gently nudged me back onto the couch, within seconds he was back on the floor in front of me with my legs spread open wide.  I watched with anticipation as he kissed each leg from knee to thigh stopping just short of the contact I so desperately craved. 

I squirmed and raised my mound higher toward is face, but he only smiled and started kissing the back of my thighs.  I thought I would explode.  He was back at center now, just an inch or so from my swollen clit but he lingered at my bare soft lips.  Kissing them, biting them, and then finally pulling the apart so he could view my wet hole.  I felt as though I would burst.  Just as I thought he was going to make contact, he closed my slit and slid his tongue the length of it.  Not penetrating, simply licking and enjoying.  My hands were in his hair, pulling him towards me and trying to grind myself to his mouth, but he only smiled and backed away, his strength was too much for me.  He used is hands again to gently open me, this time traveling his fingers and down the inside of my swollen slit all the while avoiding my clit with great care. 

I couldn't breathe or think, my mind was reeling.  He entered his fingers into my overly wet hole and started probing.  Two fingers were inserted as the thumb rested gently on my anus.  The pressure was amazing as he teasingly made small swirls as he slowly moved his fingers in and out.  Just when I thought I would die if he didn't touch my now completely throbbing clit, he used is left hand to open my lips and plunged his mouth onto it as if he were a dying man getting his last drink.  The orgasm was so powerful it seemed to last an eternity, I couldn't move.  I sat motionless with my legs wrapped around his head and his head lying on my swollen pussy, fingers still resting inside me.  
 
We made love for hours that night, in every position in every place we could find in that apartment.  I never left his apartment after that night..  I closed out my own lease and married him a year later.  We've been married now for ten years and every time I watch him play, the night still ends in fireworks.