Music of the Body

Bengal52

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OOC: Christopher Matchelan
Married, well hung 29 year old American College Professer

By the way, this is closed for me and LadyTemptress


IC: Chris had not expected to be able to get any honor once he took the job as a professor at a community college in the midwest. Then he got the letter from the Munick Philharmonic Orchestra. They wanted him to come play his trumpet with them for two concerts. The director loved his last two compositions and wanted the orchestra to perform both of them.

He immediately wanted to accept but he remembered how his wife would react. That night he talked with her but was scared when she noticed the dates, something he had missed. They were a month apart. The college would never pay for two flights!

She was so excited, she actually came up with the perfect solution. He would send a letter and ask to work the whole month. They might even help him with housing for that amount of time. He sent the letter the next day.

The director responded quickly and was glad to have him there. Chris would have to take a lower part on most of the concerts between, instead of soloing like he would for his pieces. There was only one catch. They would be able to find housing for him, but not for his wife.

Chris discussed it with his wife immediately. She didn't like it but asked to reply herself. Chris trusted her enough to let her. About two weeks later, he got the director's reply. If the college would help with airfair, the deal was on. The last paragraph of the letter was puzzling to Chris since his wife had written the letter.

I will gladly see to your wife's person request.

Chris took it to her and shown her that part. She was happy about him getting accepted and explained she had asked the director to make sure he didn't get too involved with any of the local women.

Chris smiled and started on writting his request for the money. He got a response about two days later and was given all he needed for the flight. When the time came, a year later, he was all ready to leave. He said his emotional good byes to his wife and friends.

He was accepted by the orchestra without question. They had loved his music and were glad to be playing it. The rehearsels went great. They were great at playing his pieces. The first concert came up quickly.

The performance went well. AFterwards, the trumpets took him out for a night on the town. They got back late and had a great time. The next performance came up quickly. This time, Chris was on the third trumpet. It was an easy piece and Chris had fun.

After the concert, Chris decided it would be appropriate to go to the green room for a while. He walked arround talking to people when he noticed the killer beauty standing in a corner. As he got his second glass of wine, she caught up with him and he looked up into her blue eyes.
 
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(OOC) Alexandra (Alex) Caldwell, 30, jet black hair, vivid blue eyes and single. She in Munich working as a curator for the Pinakothek Museum.


IC: Alex had gone to the concert alone. She loved the Munich Philharmonic Orchestra and went every chance she got. Her job at the Museum was not very demanding and left her plenty of time to soak up the culture that was such a huge part of this beautiful old city.

She noticed the trumpet player right off. Not only was he incredibly talented but he was also very handsome. Alex looked at the program in her lap and saw that his name was Christopher Matchelan a musician here from America. That alone caused interest for Alex. She was from New York herself and talking to a fellow America would be pleasant she thought. She smiled to herself wondering how difficult it would be to get this young musician back to her place for a night he wouldn’t soon forget.

After the concert she made her way to the Green Room. She had been there several times and knew many of the musicians. She stopped to chat here and there before settling in the corner with a glass of white wine watching Christopher as he interacted with the other patrons.

Alex made her way over to him and smiled as he looked into her eyes. “Hello, I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your performance tonight. The Orchestra did us all a great service bringing you here for our enjoyment.”

Alex was amused at how he blushed and stammered a thank you. She was used to this response. She knew she was very beautiful and had a way of looking at men that often made it difficult for them to think clearly.

“I would love to take you out for a drink if you aren’t too tired. I don’t get to talk to many Americans since coming to Munich to work and you would be doing me a very big service if you would say yes.” Alex smiled sweetly at him.

She saw his hesitation at the same time noticing the wedding band on his finger. “Don’t worry; I won’t keep you out very late. It’s just a drink among fellow Americans after all. You wouldn’t want to hurt a lady’s feeling would you?”

Chris, seemed to think a moment and then smiled and said, “Sure, I would love to have a drink with you Miss….?”

“Alexandra Caldwell, but please call me Alex.” Not waiting for him to change his mind Alex slipped her arm into Chris’s, “Shall we go then, I know a lovely little pub just down the road.”

Chris nodded and followed her out the door, nodding good-byes as they went. Once outside in the cool night air Alex huddled inside her coat and purposely moved closer to Chris. “Chilly night isn’t it.”

“Huh, yes,” he stammered and put his arm around Alex. His mind flashing to his wife for a moment and wondering how she would feel about his arm around the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He then dismissed the thought. After all he was only going to have a drink, right?
 
Chris walked with her to the pub, his arm over her shoulder. He was a bit nervous, but tried to hide it. The wine made it difficult, but it also made him much more brave. He knew the rest of the orchestra would be out late tonight so, there was nothing to worry about.

They walked into a smoke filled pub. Chris coughed but walked in with her towards the bar. HE let her lead the way.
 
Alex smiled up at Chris as he opened the door for her. She entered first into the smoky, dark pub and walked up to the bar. “Should we have one of the house’s special brews? “Sure, that will be fine,” Chris says. Alex turned and spoke to the bartender in perfect German their order,” then turning back to Chris, lightly touched his arm. Why don’t you go get us a table why I get the drinks?

Chris tried to protest saying he would get the drinks but Alex shushed him by placing her finger to his lips. “Nonsense Christopher, the least I can do is by you a drink after the pleasure you gave me tonight as I listened to your beautiful music.” Chris smiled and blushed thanking Alex. She turned him towards the table and turned to pay the bartender who was returning with their drinks.

Alex turned spotting Chris, picked up the two large glasses of dark beer and walked to the table. She was fully of aware of all the eyes in the pub watching her maneuver through the tables and chairs scattered throughout the room. She however kept her eyes glued only to Chris’s, who was openly watching her with a look of admiration.

As she approached the table Alex gave him her a sweet smile and handed him his drink. “Here you go, now let’s get better acquainted. I want to know all about the man behind the trumpet.” The two sat down and Alex could see that Chris was nervous. He took a very big drink of the beer and looked at her. “Huh….what do you want to know?”

“Well, why don’t you tell me all about yourself? How you came to be in Munich playing for the orchestra and how long will your stay be for.” Alex took a sip of her beer appraising Chris over the rim of the glass. She had a good feeling about how this night would end. Alex would have her way tonight of that she would make sure of.
 
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Chris looked over his beer at her as she asked about why he was there. He thought for a moment and then chugged the beer. It had been a while since he had beer this good. "Well, I'm not big on talking about myself. I'm a married college professor. I play the trumpet and teach music theory.

"I also dabble in music composition and have had two pieces published. The solo I did last week was one of them. They are why i came to Munick. The orchestra wanted to play both of them but on different concerts. I'm here for the month."

Chris looked at her, awaiting her response.
 
Alex sipped her drinking looking at Chris over the rim of her glass thinking that he was very handsome and his shy manner totally turned her on. She hadn't had any real fun...the kind she liked in a long time. Alex planned on changing that tonight.

"Well you are certainly very talented....gifted even. I was enthralled by your playing tonight. Chris blushed at her compliment. Alex leaned across the table touching his hand. "I am so pleased to have this chance to talk with you Chris."

"Thank you," he stammered and took a big drink of his beer.

"So, a month in Munich. What plans do you have while your here? Have you been to the Pinakothek Museum?" He shook his head no. "Well you simply much come by and let me give you a private tour of the collections there. Especially the one from America. That is what I am doing here."

"I would like that very much." Chris replied.

Alex glanced at her watch, "Well, if your interested I could give you that tour now. The museum is closed and I have the keys." Alex smiled brightly at him.

"Huh sure, if you really want to that is."

Alex stood quickly to her feet. "I can't think of anything I would rather do then roam the museum alone with you. Let's go!"

Chris stood to his feet, smiling and looking a little shocked by Alex. She smiled inwardly knowing this was just the beginning of what she planned for this delicious morsel of a man.
 
chris bends his arm and offers his elbow to this beautiful woman. They walk towards the door together but its not wide enough for two people.

Chris follows her out the door. He starts to feel the drinks when he hits outside. Man, I'm glad I stopped at three or I would be putty in her hands. He sort of slurs his voice as he speaks but is still easy to understand. "So, what is this exhibit about?"

She just smiles and keeps leading him, holding his arm. He waits a couple of seconds and asks again. "Are you going to tell me?"

She shakes her head and keeps smiling. "I'm going to make you wait until we get there."

Chris looks into her eyes, noticing how beautiful they are and so much like his wife's. "You have beautiful eyes. How much farther do we have to go?"
 
"You have beautiful eyes. How much farther do we have to go?"


Alex smiled up at Chris, “Thank you very much, not to far.” Alex leans closer to Chris as if trying to get warm. He put his arm around her pulling her closer.

“It is chilly tonight. The museum will warm us up,” Alex smiled inwardly.

They soon arrived at the back entrance of the huge museum that stood since 1838. Alex punched the code to disable the alarm and then placed her palm on the control pad and the door opened to them. She smiled at him as he looked unsure of the situation.

“Are you sure it’s ok to come in here after hours like this,” Alex said to her.

“Oh, of course it is, I often work here late at night. I assure its fine.” She led him inside and they walked slowly through the dimly lit passageways, catching glimpse of oil paintings and sculptures. Alex continued to the second floor where the art was now more modern. Going to the end of the corridor she turned left and there stopped and switched on a light.

The room lit up more and Chris’s eyes grew large with amazement. Alex smiled brightly and said “Welcome to the International Collection of historical erotic and pornographic art, literature and artifacts.” There were mannequins dressed in different sexual attire, sculpture, paintings, books, and all manners of sexual paraphernalia hanging on walls and in display cases.

Chris began to wonder around and Alex watched him closely. She directed him to a section titled BDSM. There in an exhibit was a bed draped in red velvet, a cage, and chains hanging from the ceiling. The walls and display stands had all manners of whips, floggers, nipple clamps, gags, and other toys meant to bring out the darker passions.

“This is my favorite exhibit,” Alex smiles, picking up a black leather flogger and running the thin strips through her fingers. Looking up at Chris she brought the flogger down hard hitting the inside of her forearm.

“Ooooooo yes I do like these toys. What about you Alex? What is your fetish?” Alex spoke in a soft seductive voice and came to stand directly in front of him. Looking into his eyes waiting for his response Alex licked her lips and smiled.
 
Chris looked arround at the exhibit, not knowing what to think. He watched her with the whip, not certain of her intentions but getting nervous. "I don't really have a fantasy. sorry, but I don't."

She shakes her head and frowns slightly. She sets the whip back on the display. "Would you like another drink? I have a bit of a storeage here for myself. It helps on those long, long nights in here."

Chris looks around and knods quickly. "That would be very nice. Thank you."

She smiles, "Wait here. I'll be right back. Look arround, maybe you will come up with some questions."

chris watches her leave and goes over, looking closely at the ornaments on the wall. He picks up a couple. He has an apparatus for holding a male's cock in his hands when she walks back in, carrying two glasses and a bottle. "Find something interesting?"

Chris turns red and quickly replaces the object. "Yea but I don't know what its all for."
 
Alex led Chris over to the bed and sat down with him following her lead. They sipped their drinks, Alex making sure that Chris always had a full glass. She told him about the different items in the room and how they were used in sex play. Alex tried not to smile too much at how embarrassed Chris would get when she talked in an explicit way.

“So Alex, have you ever envisioned yourself being tied to a bed such as this and being slowly tortured in the most pleasurable way?”

Chris stammered at her question and Alex busted out laughing. Then sitting her glass down she took Chris’s glass out of his hand sitting it down also. Turning to him she saw the glazed look in his eyes that said he had had too much to drink. Alex reached over and placed his hand on his upper thigh. His eyes looked down then to hers briefly. Alex could see how her hand rubbing his thigh was affecting him and slowly moved her hand until it was sitting on his hardening crotch giving it a little squeeze.

Chris jumped not sure what to do with Alex’s bold moves. Before he could protest though Alex pushed him down so he was lying on his back on the bed. She straddled his body and laughed playfully. “Have I told you how hot you made me tonight watching you play?

Alex bent down and kissed Chris on the lips. Waiting for him to surrender which didn’t take long in his drunken state. Suddenly his arms were around her and she was lying on his chest kissing passionately with tongues dancing in each others mouths.

Alex broke the kiss and sat up straight again looking down at Chris who watched her with half opened eyes. She unbuttoned the silk shirt and let it fall of her shoulders then reaching behind her unclasp her bra letting it fall off and giving Chris a perfect view of her high, firm breast. Her pink nipples already hard with excitement.

Alex leaned forward a little and Chris’s hands came up to cup the orbs in his hands, squeezing and running his thumb over her nipples causing her to catch her breath in excitement. Alex grinded down on Chris feeling his hard cock pressing into her sensitive womanhood.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, I want to see what is poking me” Alex laughed and moved off of Chris to help him remove his pants. Chris seemed unsure but lifted his hips easing the pants down his body and looking up at Alex with raw lust on his face.
 
Chris didn't know what he was doing. For some reason this woman would only remind him of his wife. He seemed to be forgetting that he was away from his own room. He watched her remove his pants and thought it was his wife's fingers touching him. He looked down but all he saw was a sex filled daize.
 
Alex got his clothes of and quickly got naked also. Chris was looking at her with glazed eyes, his cock hard standing up in excitement. Alex got on the bed before him and took it into her hands running up and down the shaft stopping to run her fingers over the head, loving the way he twitches in her hand and lets out a moan.

“Mmmm that’s it baby, you like my hands on you,”

“Oh you know I do, my darling.” Alex raised an eyebrow up and wondered who Chris thought he was talking to. It was obvious by his reaction to her touch that he was more then ready to continue.

Alex moved up to take his hands and put them into the restraints that were already attached to the headboard of the bed. He frowned and mumbled a protest when he realized he couldn’t move by Alex just shushed him and continue to move to his feel placing them in the shackles that were there. Once he was strapped down on the bed she stood up and looked down at him feeling a rush of lust wash over her.

Bending down to whisper in Chris’s ear, “Tonight your mine and I will do anything I wish.” With that she ran her long nails down his chest and pinched one of his nipples hard causing his eyes to fly open wide looking at her for the first time and knowing this wasn’t his wife.

“What…..are you going to do?” Alex just laughed and let her hand trail lower until she was back at his cock.
 
Chris felt Alex grab his cock roughly. By now, he was certain, even as drunk as he was, this was not his wife. "What are you doing?"

Chris watched her, trying to get himself free of the wrist constraints. She was rubing up and down the length rapidly. She slide her free hand down each of his legs and pulled out a cord, tieing his ankles. he pulled at all the constraints and she just smiled. "What are you doing to me?"

Instead of answering, she runs her tongue up the length of the underside of his cock, taking the tip in her mouth sucking.
 
Alex ignored the pleas of what she thought she was doing and continued your assault with her mouth on Chris's hard cock. Even with his protest it was obvious that he was already very aroused by what her talented tongue was able to do to him.

Alex took his cock into her mouth as deep as she could and sucked it long and hard. He tried to complain saying this wasn't right but Alex just continued moving to cup his smooth balls in her hand and squeezing them as she licked and sucked his cock. He gave in and moaned deeply, "Ohhhhhh god your mouth is amazing."

Alex laughed and took his cock out of her mouth looking down at it all wet and jerking in the air as if searching for her. She moved to stand in front of Chris and slowly removed her clothes until she was free of them and standing naked before him.

His glazed drunken eyes fixed on her breast and the deep pink nipples that were hardening from the air hitting them and the lust running through her.

"I hope you’re ready for me. Tell me you want me to fuck you Chris?"
 
Chris looked at her, feeling how drunk and turned on he was. It didn't matter who this was in front of him. All that matter was that this was a woman who was as horny as she had made him. He looked directly at her, with glazed eyes. "Do as you will with me."

She smiled and moved over, grabbing his cock with her hand. she straddles him, watching his eyes roll back in his head. She slowly lowers herself onto his cock.
 
Alex lets her pussy slide slowly down Chris's cock feeling the walls of her pussy stretch to take him all in. He moans loudly as the full weight of her body sinks fully down unto him, engulfing her sex around his cock. Holding still for a moment Alex just enjoys the feeling of how full her pussy feels stuffed with his hard, fat cock.

"Ohhhh god that feels good! Fuck my cock," Chris moans out in a drunken slur.

Alex laughs and lifts up until his cock is almost out of her and then slams down hard again. She gasp at the shock but loves the feeling of power she has over this man who is now fully under her control. Again and again she lifts and goes back down, feeling her passion rising.

Alex reached up to grab her breast pulling and pinching hard on her nipples before leaning forward to continue fucking Chris's cock.

Lost now in the feelings she moved back and forth on him. Loving how her clit rubbed against him causing her juices to flow out of her and down is shaft to his balls.

"Fuck I'm going to cummmmmmmmm" Chris cried out. That sends Alex's own release coursing through her body and she cums hard. Finally collasping onto his chest breathing fast and closing her eyes as the last bit of orgasm subsides and she feels his cock go soft and slide out of her dripping pussy.

Suddenly she hears a strange noise and looks up and into Chris's face. He is sleeping and snoring lightly. Alex smiles and kisses his lips before climbing off the bed and throwing a blanket across his body.

She thinks to her self that she might as well do some work for awhile until the poor dear wakes up and I can have another go at him.
 
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