Choice Tales from the Vale – (247) Playing the Cellist

Erika Dobie loved music, it was her life, and she played cello for the Downshire Symphony Orchestra, but although music was her first love, it wasn’t her only love.
Second place in her heart went to Paul Scott, the only problem was getting him to make a move.
She knew that his reluctance wasn’t because he didn’t feel the same as her it was just that he was desperately shy.
But Erika had lost her heart to Paul and failure to win his was not an option so she put her plan into operation.

The Downshire Symphony Orchestra had their headquarters in Finchbottom where they had a large rehearsal space as well as smaller soundproof rooms for individual practice.
Paul was the centre manager for the DSO and was always the last one to leave and always did a walk around before he turned the lights off and locked up.
So it would be late at night and in one of the booths where she would set her trap.

So it was late on Friday evening as Paul Scott was doing his rounds that he heard the strains of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 emanating from one of the small rooms.
It was Paul’s favourite piece so Erika knew it would get his attention.
He peered in through the half open door and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Erika sitting in the middle of the room facing him
The great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, her wavy red hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin and but for her stockings she wore nothing but a smile.
Without speaking he walked into the room and locked the door behind him and his eyes never left her while she played and he circled the beautiful pale skinned cellist perched on a stool and he drank in her nakedness along with the Bach.
After his third circuit he stopped and knelt behind her and kissed her shoulder as his hands cupped her round white breasts.
“Do you like the Bach?” she asked
“I love the Bach” he replied and kissed her neck as his fingertips combed through her ginger bush before descending into her moist crevice.
Erika uttered no protest and continued playing faultlessly despite him making her wriggle and squirm on the stool while she played her instrument and he played her.
However eventually his rhythmic fiddling disrupted the rhythm of hers and she lay down her Cello and he lay her over the stool.