By Jackline Muthoni

I was in one of those small café bars. You know those with a touch of elegance but at the same time act as a harbour for broken hearts. The elegant sound of Mozart’s moonlight Sonata beautifully playing in the background gave the room a nostalgic feel as it wafted over the hushed voices in the cafe. I would know. I was a Music major in college. I sat at the bar sipping on my margarita. This had become my Friday night routine. I would go there after work, order a margarita, Appletini or a Bloody Mary and laze the night away. The music was what drew me there at first but over time I grew fond of the pianist.  I loved how he worked those keys especially when it came to pieces by Bach or Beethoven. The ease with which he played these composers’ complex pieces amused me. He was the very reason I kept coming back.  

There was no denying it, I wanted this guy. I had wanted him since the first day I stumbled upon this place. I wanted him to play me all night long. I wanted those hands all over me. Problem was, I did not think he liked me the same way. Well, not until the bartender pushed me that napkin with an address on it and a martini served straight up on the house.

Ford Estate

Apartment No 2408





Apartment No. 2408. 7:48 pm.

I was late and judging from the Complex’s elegance, he wasn’t the type to condone lateness or so I thought. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently taking the time to admire the colourful Christmas wreath that hung on his door. I was still trying to figure out the floral combination used for the decoration at an embarrassing close angle when the door swung open.

You like it?” He asked smiling mischievously as I blushed the universe away.

“Yes. I do. I mean… I love the wreath. It looks amazing. I am so sorry I am late. I would totally understand if…”

“If I asked you to come on in and join me for a hot cup of coffee or whatever tickles your insides,” He said cutting me short. I would definitely have done with a hot cup of him right there right then alright. He looked even more handsome in his sweats pants and shirt. From the look of things, if all the shaving and waxing paid off, I would be in for a big ‘surprise’. Yes, my eyes wandered off to the ‘Thor’ area the few seconds I stood there smiling sheepishly at the thought of getting pounded by his hammer.

His was a bachelor’s pad. An economical but tasteful 3 bedroomed apartment with the living area deliciously furnished. There was a black living room grand piano to the left explaining the tattered manuscripts on the table. The room was dimly lit with a fire slowly burning in the hearth which was centrally located within the wall. A round mirror surmounted the handsome marble mantelpiece acting as the room’s focal point. Two inviting armchairs flanked each at either side of the fireplace with a thick fur area rug laid in between and two cushions set by the hearth. The conversation area had a sofa directly facing the fireplace with an upholstered ottoman in front of it and a chaise longue to one side.  To the right side of the room was a French door leading to the balcony, overlooking the city skyline with bookcases covered in books and records on either side.

He helped me out of my coat and led me to the fireplace where we sat on the fur carpet and talked over a few glasses of wine and a bowl of grapes. Getting to know each other in little bits and laughing the night away. I had just drowned my third glass of wine when he helped me up and led me to the piano.

“What will it be? Beethoven, Mozart or Chopin?” He asked pulling out the piano bench.

I wanted him to work some music magic but not on the piano. Our eyes met and we both knew right then that the music would have to wait.

“How about you practice on me instead,” I said leaning against the instrument.

As if that statement acted as an epiphany, he stood up and pulled me close to him wrapping his arms around me possessively. Never breaking eye contact, his hands wandered over my body gently kneading my ass cheeks and running them down the small of my back in electrifying circles. The sensation of his hands on my body was exquisite. I felt helpless under his skilled touch which must have been as a result of playing the piano every other day. 

He lowered his head and kissed his way down my neck gently nibbling and biting at my earlobes before grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. He trailed his tongue down the side of my neck to my collarbone granting an involuntary moan escape. Working his way up the nape of my neck, he sought after my mouth. His lips against mine were enough to send pleasurable chills down my body immediately setting fire on my now moist ‘headquarters’. His mouth fastened around mine with a primal greed sucking on my lower lip as I kissed him back with a hunger unknown.

“I have wanted to do that since the first time you walked into that café.” He breathed into my ear.

Without warning, he unwrapped his hand from around me and went over to let the piano’s lid down. Propping it open gave a more resonant sound but at the moment we needed the space. He gently turned my back to him, came up behind me and placed his hands on my breasts. The chiffon material did little to cover them up as he found my nipples with ease and tweaked them to hardness. He kneaded them slowly all this time breathing into my neck while planting those neck bites at intervals as if marking me as his own.  

I could feel his length growing against the fiery, barely covered skin of my thighs.  Slowly, he unzipped my dress, kissing his way down my back, and pulled it to my feet. I had nothing on inside side from a thong that barely covered anything. Still squatting, he turned me to face him and propped my leg to a comfortable angle over his shoulder. He slowly kissed his way up my left foot paying more attention to my inner thigh and stopping at my already wet nub. He teased me a little using his nose as he sniffed me out and gently run the tip of his nose up and down my slit. I stood still and took in all these new sensations eyes closed…biting my lower lip in pleasure.

I was about to complain when he suddenly stopped and helped me out of my thong but I decided against it when he lifted me gently and sat me atop of the piano. He took off his shirt and to be frank I barely had a look at his torso at the time. He gently parted my legs, spreading them as I slid my butt to the front allowing him more access to my excessively moist bud. My clit was ready for his forthcoming ministrations. He leaned forward and lowered his head slowly and started licking my pussy electrifying my whole body.

My hands involuntarily sought his head and pushed him deeper as my body squirmed with delight. He licked my nub stopping to tease my pussy lips as his hands went to work kneading my butt. I just lay there and melted as he stroked me inside out. His tongue ran down the lips exploring my pussy and stopping to suck at my clit which he focused on for a while. As if the licking wasn’t enough, he grabbed my clit with his teeth gently pulling at it. I loved how his mouth went down on me as he ate me out alternating licks along each side of my mons. He must have been at it for a few seconds before he gave my butt a slight lift and suddenly I felt the tip of his tongue parting my lips. I swear I was going insane with desire with shudders radiating through my body every other minute.

Without warning, strong hands grabbed my legs and pushed them back to my chest comfortably allowing him more access. His tongue was made for this kind of thing. He drove his tongue deep inside me causing me to gasp for air loudly. His tongue was working furiously inside me as a thumb found my clitoris. Never before had I been that stimulated. My breath was laboured and I knew that I was almost there and as much I did not want it to end, he was driving me over the edge. 

Then it happened. That sensation that feels like a thousand fireworks going off at every nerve ending. I could feel an impending orgasm. My body tensed.  I slowly lowered my legs to either side of his shoulders as I exploded into an orgasm bucking so hard and arching my back to meet his tongue thrusts with his face still buried in between my legs. His hands went around my thighs and held me in place till I settled down. He was firmly in control. I was unable to control myself from calling out his name and moaning out loudly. I was completely at his will at that moment in time.

“Damn,” He said standing up and wiping some of my juices off his nose, “I could eat that pussy up every day of my life”

“Subscribe to a lifetime buffet,” I said playfully realising after a second that I might have rushed a little with the future talk.

“Don’t move!” He commanded as I propped myself up by my arms.

He pulled over the piano bench and settled it in front of me then slowly got out of his sweats springing free a hard glorious penis. That itself was enough to get my pussy rallying up again. There was a wild satisfying pleasure in knowing that I was arousing him just as much as he was arousing me.

“Like what you see?” He asked jokingly

“Come get the answer out of me,” I replied playfully.

Using the piano stool for height, he pulled me to the edge of the piano. I subconsciously wrapped my legs around his waist. He did not need help finding his way as he thrust into my pussy, which was still overly wet, in a mere fraction of a second.

“As easy as finding that middle C on the keyboard.” I thought to myself.

“Want me?” He commanded

“Goddammit Yes!” I breathed in a frantic show of urgency

Left breathless, I let out a moan on the first thrust and he slowly picked up a rhythm. The hard shaft drove me to a depth of feeling that totally rendered me senseless and powerless. I felt the size of his arousal grow even larger inside me. Our bodies moved in synch gradually increasing the pace to a steady rhythm….driving his penis deeper each time. He leant over me and his hand found my neck and gently squeezed it. He could have been telepathic for all I knew considering mild suffocation always ‘tickled my pickle’. 

At this point, he was in control of my every nerve including the air that I breathed. Every inch of my body ached to have more of him inside me. I bucked my hips slightly jutting my ass against him to meet his thrusts…driving myself even deeper onto his manhood. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he once again found my G-spot. I could hardly believe the incoherent moans that were escaping my own throat. 

Arching my back as far as I could, I gulped for more air, remembering the exquisite sensation of his tongue from a few minutes ago. I could hear him groan with excitement. Our bodies were in rhythm and he had increased his tempo fusing our pulsing bodies together. I felt the pressure building inside me with each pump as he got a little rough. I wanted to look at him, see his face but as I tried to brace myself on my elbows he pushed me back by my neck imprisoning me beneath him.

“Stay!” He commanded breathlessly

I loved how he took charge of things. How he dominated me. My pussy was clearly happy with action as she was applauding him with intensifying throbs. It was too much to handle as I felt the built to the crescendo about to engulf me. Whimpering, every part of my body tensed and my nub started spasming around his erection. This time I came harder than the first time my pussy throbbing in a series of rhythmic spasms. This only riled him up as he continued fucking me senseless with the hand on my neck tightening even more. My moans became louder but I could hear his pleasurable groans over them. I clutched the edge of the piano and closed my eyes bracing myself for yet another orgasm. My pussy clenched around his cock sending him into an erotic frenzy

Feeling every inch of him inside me, he furiously drove himself in and out of me. I felt his body tense up and his hand left my neck and sought support.  With one last thrust, he exploded immediately flooding me with the warmth of his release at the same time igniting a throb inside me. His face contorted with pleasure as his sweat-streaked body slumped on me with his shaft jerking violently inside me. I slowly ran my legs down his body to hold him in place as he buried his head in my shoulder wasted.

Having defiled a piano for the past hour or so, I lay there spent, drained of all energy but that emotion of post-orgasmic bliss washing over me. He shifted his weight and pulled out. With a mischievous smile on his face as he slowly helped me to my feet and held me against him.

“Not the best way to meet MJ,” he said signalling the piano “But he can’t complain now can he? I think I just found myself a new grand piano” He said slightly squeezing my butt cheek.

“And I think I just found myself a new maestro,” I said pulling him in for a kiss


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