The game begins

Although John knew it was wrong, what they did, he stayed put. The well-considered words with which he wanted to explain to the clarinetist that they must not continue down this dangerous path remained unspoken.

She was still unable to look at him. Instead, she took hold of the neckline of her blouse and began to open it tentatively, button by button. As if he was hypnotized, John watched her as she exposed more and more of her fair skin. Soon the hem of a brassiere appeared. And further. Jessica didn't stop until nothing was holding the shirt in place, and she could take it off.

With just a hint of hesitation, she reached behind her back to unhook the clasp of her bra. Then a roll of the shoulders was all it took for the delicate garment to slide down.

John was intoxicated by the sight of her naked chest. The large, firm breasts attracted him magically. Her hard, slightly upturned nipples clearly showed how aroused she was. Her bosom rose and fell in rapid rhythm with her breathing.

The conductor could also feel the excitement swelling within himself. The crescendo was the natural continuation of the overture that had been introduced by the wind player. As if of its own accord, his arms lifted, as was his wont, to take control.

Jessica's breasts felt soft and warm under his hands, which were eager to explore the newly discovered territory. They stroked and kneaded, feeling their way to the sensitive tips that crowned the two glorious mounds. His partner in this duet of passion moaned out her rising lust with her mouth wide open.

Abandoning all inhibitions, she grabbed his waistband, undid the belt and, with his assistance, freed him from the cumbersome garments. Wordlessly, she directed him into a lying position. Unsurprisingly, his member had long since risen up eagerly and twitched expectantly. He looked up at her in euphoria.

The blonde bent over him. Her eyes flashed mischievously from under her bangs. A gentle kiss on his glans made him shiver and lean back in pleasure.

After hesitation and uncertainty, Jessica now knew with certainty what she wanted. Ever since she had seen the new conductor for the first time, she had felt a magical attraction emanating from him. Since then, she had tried to catch his eye, knowing full well that she was just one of many in the large female orchestra. For his account, she had even changed her style of dress to a more colorful and eye-catching appearance.

And today she had followed him into the catacombs of the concert hall without knowing exactly what she wanted to do. If it hadn't been for the mishap with the twisted ankle, she probably wouldn't have found the courage to approach him, again. Unable to knock, she would have waited quietly outside his door until she finally went home alone.

But now she was in a room with him. The first step had been taken. And the second and third too. Her decision had been made and there was no turning back.

Up close, she admired his erect member, the thick veins running along his shaft, the dark red, shiny, moist tip. With every deep breath, she inhaled his intensely masculine scent. She couldn't help but spoil it with kisses.

From top to bottom, she pressed her lips to his hot pleasure donor a thousand times. Soon her tongue also made its way and began to tap, lick and circle the tempting rod with desire. She moistened it all around with her saliva, caressing and teasing it.

John surrendered to the unstoppable game and sank into wonderful bliss. His increasingly loud moans were music to his seductress's ears.