They keep going

When John's legs touched the couch, he slumped backwards onto it. Martina stopped in front of him. Her nipples were clearly visible under the thin, white top. The jeans were still in their rightful place and emphasized the feminine curves of the first violinist.

She kicked her sneakers off her feet and grabbed the clasps of her pants. She kept her gaze fixed on the conductor, her eyes narrowed to slits and her mouth slightly opened. Her cheeks had turned a delicate shade of red.

Slowly and daringly, she unbuttoned her blue jeans and pushed them down. John watched intently to see what kind of underwear would be revealed underneath. He imagined a skimpy fiery red piece or a wicked black slip with transparent lace lining.

His eyes widened at the sight that actually presented itself. She was wearing - nothing. The waistband had barely slipped down to her thighs when her clean-shaven pussy lay completely uncovered in plain sight. Her outer lips shimmered pink and wet.

"Let me undress you," she whispered. John nodded, he certainly didn't mind.

She knelt next to him on the cushions and leaned forward. The view she gave him of her cleavage was more provocative than if she had been naked. With gentle fingers, she first opened the cuffs of his shirt, then she proceeded to undo the buttons one by one. Occasionally, she ran her fingernails over his gradually more and more exposed upper body to elicit moans from him.

She skillfully delayed undressing him to keep the tension and excitement high. After his shirt fell at last, she straightened up and pulled her top over her head too, throwing it to the floor. She leaned back and breathed, "Come!"

A trace of doubt still nagged at John as to whether what was happening here was appropriate. An intimate relationship with an orchestra member could lead him into a quandary if he found himself in a situation where he had to choose between personal feelings and professional considerations. Secondly, it was just so clichéd. If the press found out about it, they would relish digging in the mud.

But none of that really mattered here and now when a seductive, undressed woman looked at him invitingly. He turned towards her and slid his body over hers. He traced her wonderful curves with his hands. His lips and hers met and the kiss lasted forever.

Almost breathlessly, they broke away from each other and he traced a trail of sweet kisses down her neck and shoulders to her breasts. The full curves were too desirable for him to ignore. He caressed them extensively and when his tongue finally played around the rough areolas and then flicked the erect nipples, Martina arched her back with a moan and pushed herself towards him.

She fiddled with the waistband of his pants. He gently removed her hands from there and pressed a kiss on each palm. "Let me do it."

He quickly removed his pants. He hesitated for just a second before he also slipped off his briefs and lay back down on his waiting playmate. She saw that he was ready and spread her legs.