Message-ID: <5257eli$9710301244@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Slowhand Luke Subject: Love Song by Eve Feral (mf, exhib) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <345860CD.3F9A@dial.pipex.com> Poster's note: I did not write this story. All feedback should be sent to the author at: eveferal@mailanon.com This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual intercourse between adults. If you're under 18 or below the legal age of consent in your locality, please don't read it. LOVE SONG By Eve Feral * All original material and characters herein copyright 1997 by the author. All rights reserved by the author. * Eve loved blues and jazz and eagerly accepted Janice's invitation to celebrate her birthday with co-workers at Sassy's. The blues club in a restored Victorian home claimed to have "a special atmosphere" and was famous for its Thursday jam sessions. As many as 40 musicians had been known to play or sing on a single Thursday night. According to Janice, Thursdays were best at Sassy's because the musicians came to show off their talents for each other as much as for the appreciative audience. Eve always enjoyed the gatherings put together by her office mate Janice. It wasn't unusual for several carloads of their colleagues to take off after work and head for a new restaurant, professional sporting event, movie, or a dance club. Everyone said she just had a knack for putting together the right mix of people in the right place around town. Eve chuckled to herself, recalling Janice's moniker of Wild Side Mentor and hoping it was an accurate one tonight. "Who's going with us?" inquired Eve, as the two friends walked through the office lobby at 5:30 and out the big glass doors. "Well, I know for sure there's Nan and Harvey from the training department," said Janice, "and Sarah and Jim from accounting, Al from information systems, and those two new guys from marketing, Greg and Tom. There may be a few others. We'll soon know. Everyone who wants to go is supposed to meet by my car." It sounded like just the right mix again, thought Eve. She knew most of the people Janice had invited. They were fun-loving types who would enjoy the special atmosphere at Sassy's as much as she expected to. In the parking lot, four others were waiting. After making sure everyone was acquainted, Janice quickly had the group divided into three cars. They started off with Mexican food and margaritas at a restaurant near the office. Eve laughed with delight when the waiters sang "Happy Birthday" in Spanish while serving frozen ice cream surrounded by burning candles. The convival evening was off to an excellent start, and the baker's dozen took off for Sassy's after good-natured arguing amongst themselves over the adequacy of the tip. When they arrived at the club just after 9:00, both floors of the charming house were crammed with people already in the throes of the music. No tables were available, and trying to stay together seemed impossible. A quick huddle outside the front door produced an agreement to meet around 11 p.m. at the main entrance. A few in the group turned toward the first floor bar. Janice grabbed Eve and several others and steered them to the dance floor directly in front of the musicians on the second floor. They were quickly absorbed into the mass of bodies. Even though it was Eve's first time at Sassys's, the setting felt familiar -- subdued lighting, air thick with cigarette smoke, the odor of spilled drinks. But Eve's sensitive nose noticed something else -- the unmistakeable scent of sexual excitement. The collection of musicians currently on the small stage included a striking woman whose growling voice sounded like a saxaphone. Or maybe the saxaphone sounded like her, thought Eve, as the passionate female voice and the sax player took turns luring the crowd into abandoned whooping and shouts of ecstacy. A spirit of sensuality seemed to envelope the entire room as guitars, keyboards, drums, and harmonicas joined the singer and the sax, teasing the crowd with their sounds. A clean-cut young man in a college t-shirt played bass guitar alongside the lead guitarist, whose ZZTop-wannabe beard bespoke his age and experience. The skillful touch of his practiced fingers on the guitar strings produced sounds so sexual that groans of longing and pleasure rose and fell in the crowd. Eve was only momentarily surprised to hear her Wild Side Mentor join in the whooping as the swaying of the crowd held them and toyed with them. Janice's abandoned howling encouraged her friends to relax and enjoy the atmosphere. She had soon cajoled them into enjoying the group dancing as well; and Eve became aware that occasional, not-so-accidental rubbing against one another in intimate places was part of Sassy's "special atmosphere." Men and women undulated their hips to the beat of the music; and here and there, hands and fingers slipped between the folds of partially-unbuttoned blouses. A soft but audible groan escaped Eve's lips as she felt herself respond to the sensuality around her. The pleasant tingles of eletricity that began between her legs quickly radiated through her body. A co-worker spoke into her ear just then. He was going for a drink and offered to buy her one since it was her birthday. Eve nodded her thanks in Jim's direction but did not move from the spot as he perhaps had hoped. She was mesmerized by the naked longing of the music. Her nipples had hardened and were pushing pleasantly against her brushed silk blouse, making her glad she'd opted not to wear a bra on her birthday. And on a whim she'd left her panties in the car. Both were gestures befitting a signficant birthday and a decision to live less carefully and more bravely. The gathering wetness from deep within her began tracing down her thigh as she swayed. Eve fought the near-overwhelming desire to touch herself as she often did at home when listening to blues on the stereo. She was certain her scent would betray her had not the entire room been filled with it. Standing behind a couple sensuously wrapped in one another's arms afforded Eve some privacy from the eyes of the band playing just six feet away. She pulled her creamy-colored blouse loose from the waistband of her skirt. The barely-there silk rubbed freely back and forth against her, secretly fondling her erect nipples as she danced. She soon reached underneath the soft material to cup and caress her full breasts, feeling shocked but aroused by her suddenly public, if surreptitious, self-pleasuring. Eve glanced around to see if any of her coworkers might have observed her, halfway hoping they had. Scattered nearby on the dance floor, they seemed totally absorbed in the music and musicians. "I've had too much to drink," Eve muttered to herself. But surely one margarita didn't have the power to bring her exhibitionist fantasies so near the surface. "It must be the damned music." Touching her own breasts seemed to have set off something in her, though, and Eve was soon immersed in an eyefeast of women's breasts. She felt somewhat embarrassed by her interest, but it didn't stop her voyeuristic glances around the room. The dancefloor seemed filled with beautiful, curving breasts of all sizes. She noticed blouses unbuttoned a little more than usual, bright necklaces draped across and between beautiful round curves, and the way wonderbra-breasts looked like ass cleavage. The colors and fabrics covering the breasts were as varied as the women in the room. And many of the breasts were covered with little more than perspiration. A long arm reached across her shoulder with the promised drink. She gratefully accepted it and promptly held the cold glass against her own, partially-exposed breasts, seeking to cool the desire coursing through her. Oddly, the moisture-beaded hardness of the glass in her hand only added to the fire building in her. She drained the glass, quickly feeling its effects. Eve startled when Jim took the empty glass from her, then slipped his hands and arms around her waist from behind. Given Sassy's special atmosphere, which Eve now understood, the closeness was certainly not out of place or even unpleasant she had to admit. It was just that they'd never been more than friends. Eve relaxed her body into Jim's. If they'd been seated she would have been on his lap. Recognizing the body language of acceptance, Jim's fingers began to move in soft circles and strokes across the creamy silk. His probing fingers soon found their way to the loose hem of her blouse. Reaching underneath, he squeezed her breasts deliciously and fondled her nipples. Not wanting him to stop, in fact wanting more, Eve leaned back, molding her body to his and arching her breasts fully into his eager palms. She felt Jim growing rigid against her back as they continued to undulate with the crowd. Reaching around behind her, Eve gathered his ass cheeks in her hands and pulled him tightly to her. A low moan escaped his mouth and tickled her ear. She felt a shudder race through him. Eve started to protest when Jim removed his hands from underneath her blouse. But the protest died in her throat as his hands traced along the outer curve of her swaying hips. Had he sensed there'd be no panty line, she wondered. When his right hand moved to the front of her skirt, Eve pressed her pussy hard against the palm of his open hand, enjoying the resulting bolts of pleasure that coursed through her body. The music's intensity was almost unbearably erotic now as the musicians performed "Love Song." It was an obvious favorite of the club's regulars. Eve remembered reading in the city's alternative newspaper that the singer now on stage had written the song after being inspired by the sensuous movements on the club's dance floor. The collected band seemed to be scanning the crowd, looking for evidence their music was fulfilling its purpose. The guitar player locked eyes with Eve. He had seen the pleasure that engulfed her features when Jim's fingers slid between her legs and began to probe. Eve parted her legs slightly to allow Jim access to her swollen, dripping labia. She shifted, positioning her clit under his thumbs. But it was the guitar player Eve couldn't tear her eyes from as he watched her melting into Jim's hands. His face was contorted with desire as his fingers skillfully strummed the electrified strings. Eve imagined it was his fingers under her skirt, playing her like his guitar. She felt recklessness race through her. Desperate to feel him inside her, Eve's hands went to the front of Jim's pants. Freeing his swollen cock from the confines of his jeans took some work. She apparently had never noticed how large he was. Eve felt his erection under the cover of her skirt, pressing against her naked buttocks. She groaned loudly, anticipating the moment when she would feel the tip of his cock pushing against her pussy. A knowing smile on the guitar player's face told her he knew, and she watched in amazement as he began to rub his instrument against his own obviously-hard cock as he strummed. Eve felt Jim's rockhard cock slide between her legs. She grasped the length of him with her thighs, and he moved back and forth between her legs, his groans of pleasure rising in her ear. As if possessed by the spirit of the guitar, Eve bent forward slightly and grasped the stiff penis between her legs, guiding it into her swollen pussy. The guitar player could not take his eyes off her. He watched as her lips parted to emit a loud growl of satisfaction with Jim's first hard plunge. Fireworks went off inside her as hot traces of desire exploded through her body. The music held on to them. Jim moved into and out of her as she met his thrusts. Eve was in ecstacy. She did not want the dancefuck to end, and her eyes begged the guitar player to keep the song going. He seemed to nod his understanding, and she rode the music playing inside her for a little longer. The intensity of the musical tempo changed, as did the movements coming from behind her. Animal sounds of pleasure rose in Eve; and Jim came in great, pounding waves. His hot, spurting liquid joined her orgasm, overfilling her and running down her legs. He held her tightly then, as they continued to sway with the crowd while the pulsing of their genitals subsided in intensity. Eve imagined that the satisfied smile and drunken expression on the guitar player's face mirrored Jim's behind her. The collection of musicians began to wind down. The group swaying slowed, braking for a stop. Eve felt her skirt drop back into place over her hips as she was released from behind. She reluctantly re-buttoned her blouse while the press of the crowd still afforded some measure of privacy. Eve turned to thank Jim for the drink and all that went with it. That's when she saw Jim standing forelornly 10 feet away, captured by the crowd. There were two glasses in his hands. One empty, the other waiting for her. _______________________________________ More quality erotic fiction can be found FREE at Slowhand Luke's World of Erotic Fiction: http://www.slowhand.com/ Authors include Eve, Kim, Taria, Summer's Rose and Luke, and it really is free. Honest. ________________________________________________________________ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /