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.
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