Choice Tales from the Vale – (118) Something about a Cellist

For Thomas Barnstone, there is something about a cellist that really turns him on, a female cellist obviously, in a low cut evening dress of emerald green velvet, with the great polished instrument between her long black clad legs.

He particularly likes the way the musicians long brunette hair dances across her naked shoulders and brushes her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition to a largely disinterested audience while sitting in the lavish surroundings of a grand hotel lobby.
There is something about a cellist that really turns Thomas on, especially when it was a pale willowy figure of a girl called Deidre, purposefully thrashing out a piece by Elgar or perhaps playing some uplifting Vivaldi, maybe even some mesmeric Schubert or God forbid some music to slash your wrists courtesy of Mahler or Wagner, in truth the music itself really was unimportant.
And strictly speaking it’s isn’t even cellists that turn him on but there was something about Deidre that definitely does turn him on when she plays the cello.

But the important something about that particular cellist, that really turned Thomas Barnstone on, was when Deirdre performed for him in his luxury Finchbottom Apartment with the great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, with her long brunette hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing, as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition while she is completely naked.