Delights In Wine Country

The Affair

“You shouldn’t wear such desirable clothing if you don’t want me to look at you with need,” The Maestro, calm as ever, approached me with confidence.  His tall stature towering over my petite frame, made me feel incredibly small.

“I didn’t wear this dress for you.” I lied.  This little black dress that showed enough leg and cleavage, was an explicit decision this morning while standing in front of my dressing mirror.  But, I would never admit that and looking into the Maestro’s apprehensive expression, I knew he was aware of my deception.

“You chose this dress for me.” He states, and moves in closer so that his breath brushed against the nape of my exposed neck.

“I-” I couldn’t deny the dress wasn’t for him.  The Maestro knew me all too well. “I wore this dress for you,” I admitted.  The breath I didn’t realize I was holding in escaped and he smirked at my expense.

The Opera House was empty, the vast walls and expensive seating made me blush.  The tall ceilings and balconies stretched across the back of the house and it made the atmosphere feel open and exposed.  I knew no one was watching, but in the shadows of the theater, it was exciting to think an audience could be lurking quietly.

The Maestro reached out to pull back the straps of my dress with sure, steady, hands.  His fingertips lightly grazed the sensitive flesh of my shoulders and arms.  I bit back a moan and this made him stop.

“Do not hide your moans of pleasure from me,” his tone sounded dangerous and he leaned down to kiss my collarbone, “I want to hear how much pleasure I give you.” I couldn’t relax as he continued peeling my sexy number off of my body until I was wearing nothing but my black, lacy thong.  He let the dress pool at my feet and took a step back to see what he revealed.  His breath hitched and his eyes darkened with desire.  

Finally, the Maestro was looking at me the way I had been craving.  I didn’t think about the fact that he was already in a relationship, or the possibility that someone was watching us, I only cared about his look of unadulterated lust and how it made a wetness form in between my legs.

“Now, my darling Celeste, I am going to make you feel good.”  His words were a caress on my overheated skin.  I nodded in agreement, I was ready for him to make love to me, even though I imagined it was only an affair to him.

He started removing his clothes.  He released himself of his conductor’s coat and began unbuttoning the cuff links on his dress shirt.  I wanted to help so, I boldly started undoing the buttons on his shirt, when I reached his abdomen, I pulled the fabric open exposing the muscles of his chest and the light spatter of hair.  I liked that he didn’t shave his chest hair, not that he needed to, because it wasn’t overgrown. It was just enough to capture my attention of his masculinity.  

Underneath his suit, he looked like a whole different man.  I managed to finish the buttons on his dress shirt at the same time he was done with the cuff links.  He shrugged out of the shirt and stood still, while I enjoyed taking in the sight of his toned body.  I knew he dedicated his life to music and the theater, I was surprised at how chiseled he was.  I already believed him to be sexy, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine him to appear to me sculpted as if Micheoangelo craved him from marble himself.

“Oh, my sweet, Celeste,” he sighed, and grabbed my body, wrapping one hand around my back, sliding it down low to cup my pert butt cheek, his other hand took hold of the back of my neck, holding my position firmly against him.  “You like what you see.”  It wasn’t a question.  The Maestro was sure in his statement that I loved his body.

Instead of answering him, I kissed him hard.  He growled and pulled me in tighter, crushing my body to his.  The Maestro opened his mouth letting my tongue explore his.  He tasted like chocolate and sweet red wine.  I wondered if he indulged in a delicious treat, before the knowing stresses of rehearsal tonight.  The decadent flavor excited me and my tongue became more eager, deepening an already passionate kiss.

The Maestro was patient as I drank in his scent, his body stayed still while I continued my assault.  After a few minutes, he lost his composure and let go of his hold only to unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers along with his boxers.  I pulled from the kiss to glance down in excitement at his exposed member, standing proudly at attention for me.  I wrapped my hand around him and massaged the length up and down, in long, steady strokes, finding a teasing rhythm.  The Maestro hissed a curse and wrapped his hand around mine moving it faster and harder.  He was showing me how he wanted me to please him and it made me ache inside.  I wanted this man.

“I want you inside me.”  I begged and looked at him with pleading eyes.  He opened his eyes when he heard me speak, and I saw the raw need in the depths of his opal irises.  He needed me too.

“Bend over.”  He commanded, then he turned me around and pushed me down so that my chest and stomach leaned over the grand piano and my pert ass was up in the air.

He got on his knees and I felt his hot mouth at my entrance over the thin strap of my black thong.  With his fingers he moved the fabric to the side and left an open kiss on my lips.  I moaned, my hard n*****s, pebbling more at the sensation of the cool piano and his mouth on me.  His tongue found my c**t and he circled, making more moisture flow from me as he used two fingers to pump in and out of my opening.  I felt the pressure begin to build low in my belly and I didn’t fight back the scream that escaped me from my release.

He stood back up and wiped his mouth with the back of his palm, he removed my panties, leaving me truly naked in front of him.  I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks, and I rested my face against the piano trying to cool down.  I didn’t know why I felt shy, even after he had given me so much pleasure.  But, as soon as I began to feel shy, the feeling vanished, because he wasn’t done with me.  A loud smack filled the theater and I gasped in shock and arousal.  He spanked me.  The Maestro had a hidden kink and it surprised and thrilled me. 

“I’m going to f**k you, now.” With the last word he shoved himself all the way to the hilt.  He was deep and it made me feel full.  His rhythm was uncontrolled by want and I felt another wave of pleasure ripple through me, this time, the Maestro swallowed my screams of ecstasy with his harsh kiss and a few pumps later he followed me in his own climax, spilling his warm c*m inside me.  I moaned again at the sensation and my muscles pulsed around his c**k.

“My, Celeste,” He said. The Maestro pulled away from me and started to get dressed while I laid against the piano, safely waiting for my legs to be able to work again before dressing myself.