Chapter 2
It had been many years since Dana had seen anything so gorgeous and tempting. There was a girl that had lived down the street from him when he was a young man in music school who had given him the same physical desire, besides his wife. She had loved violin music and visited him in the early evening after dinner. She never knocked. The door was always open and she took advantage of it by entering and making herself at home. He remembered well how most of her visits had been...
"Hi, Dana," Joyce said, slipping out of the sailor's blouse that she always wore.
"Oh, hi, Joyce," Dana had answered, "I'm almost through with this movement and it's a bitch. I promised myself I'd struggle through it before the day was over." Dana continued to play as the room started to darken. It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening. Dana didn't look at Joyce. He never did while he was still practicing. He knew that she was sitting behind him with her chest bare and it would excite him too much to watch her. He sawed away at the wooden box, keeping his mind on the music.
Joyce removed her tight slacks and panties. Being completely nude, she walked to the corner of the room and stood on her head in a Yoga position. Her long legs reached up the wall toward the ceiling, while the rest of her body remained rigid. The muscles in her well formed body stood out as she balanced herself. Her nice sized breasts stood firm in this position.
Before entering the Conservatory, she had traveled with an underwater ballet. The 'trick' or 'gimick' she performed at each show was to dive into a thirty foot tank of water, disappear under a fake rock and stay submerged for ten minutes. What the audience didn't see was that the rock was cut away and she rested comfortably on a little seat, smoked a cigarette, then swam to the surface. . .having given the impression that she had been holding her breath all this time. After two years in the water with the ballet, she started growing scales on her legs and quit. She had to oil herself down daily to keep the scales from returning.
Dana made a mistake. He could see her out of the corner of his eye and couldn't concentrate on his music. He could feel his cock harden as he continued playing. He made another mistake.
"Shit!" he spurted out, lying his violin down on the chair.
"Wanta fuck?" Joyce gurgled from her upside down position.
"I wish you'd let me finish my practicing before you want to make it," Dana said, picking up the instrument and continuing his work. He made another mistake.
Joyce gracefully put her feet to the floor and slowly brought her trunk to a standing position. She walked behind Dana and put her arms around his waist. His fly unbuttoned easily.
He made another mistake, but kept sawing away. His cock was full length now and hard. He could feel her tingling fingers search out his organ and fondle it gently. He made another mistake.
"Why don't you put that violin down before you drop it?" Joyce said quietly, her head resting on his back. Her hand was filled with his hard-on. She started jerking the loose skin back and forth over the hard prick. Her cunt was wet with excitement as she stroked his muscle.
Dana lay down his violin carefully and turned around. He put his arms around the nude body and shivered with excitement. His cock hurt, it was so big! Her hand felt good rubbing it. Dana stood up and folded his music stand and lay it on a shelf, then took off his pants. His joint stuck out of his snorts making him look comical.
Joyce laughed. She rolled over on her stomach giggling as Dana walked up to her. He had taken all his clothes off and stood watching her.
"What's so funny?" he asked, rubbing his balls. They were tight and they itched.
"You are. Look at you standing there rubbing your own balls."
"It feels good. That's why I do it."
"Come here," Joyce beckoned, her arms outstretched.
Dana sat down on the bed, then put his arms around Joyce. Her flesh felt soft against his. She was almost as tall as he, and their bodies fit together nicely. He put his prick between her legs and moved slowly in and out.
"Are you gonna fuck me?" she asked, reaching down for the shaft. She pulled on the muscle, then pushed the skin back.
"I would like to."
"Maybe you can make me come. I never have, you know."
Dana looked at her and felt sorry for her. He began kissing her breasts, then sucking on them. His hands moved swiftly over her hips and legs, sensually tickling the creamy flesh beside him. His right hand found her furry nest and he inserted his middle finger into the parted lips. Her box was wet with passion, ready for his instrument ... soon. Dana wondered why she couldn't come. He would try his best to see to it that she at least got a good fucking. He fingered her until she started breathing hard, then moved down with his face and licked her crotch.
Joyce parted her legs and awaited his tongue into her snatch. It felt good when he began licking the lips of her vagina. She moved her hips in a circular motion, accepting his efforts of sucking her cunt.
Dana found the clitoris and began licking it with his hard tongue. He could feel her respond to his mouth and it made him feel good when she began to groan. He licked harder and harder, moaning himself with pleasure. Her box tasted so good! It was clean and slightly salty tasting. The lips parted naturally as he drove his chin farther into the hole. Her clitoris was as hard as a little prick, jutting out, sticking him between the lips.
"Oh, Dana, that feels awful good. Please do it some more ... Don't stop ... not yet!" Joyce moaned, riding his face and enjoying the pleasures he was giving to her. "Oh, God! Keep it up, Dana, I know I can come!"
Dana increased his tongue action, circling, licking, then sucking on the little gland. He tingled with excitement when Joyce started to come. She hunched his face and began to scream. Her cunt made a strange noise when she had her orgasm. It slurped at his chin, convulsing as the orgasm overtook her whole body.
"Good God, Dana! I am coming! I AM COMING!" she screamed, writhing in passion and ecstasy. Her toes wrinkled back as the height of all thrills passed through her system. She hoped it would go on and on!
"Come Joyce! You can come some more!" Dana said, slurping and licking at the dripping hole. It excited him to see her ejaculate and wanted to help her with more thrills. He could feel her begin another orgasm. Her pussy moved and lapped at his face as he continued licking and sucking on her cunt.
"That's enough Dana. Please stop now. I think I'm gonna faint," Joyce said, pushing his face away from her crotch.
Dana sat up and looked at Joyce.
"Don't you want to come any more?"
"That was the first time and it felt so good it almost hurt. I never had a man go down on me before. That was the greatest! You know, maybe I'm a dyke," Joyce said, turning to face Dana.
"Does my cock excite you?" he asked, shoving it in her face.
Joyce reached out and held onto the long tool and smiled.
"I love your cock." She opened her mouth and stuck the head of it in her mouth and began to suck.
"Oh Joyce! That is the greatest feeling I ever had!" he said, lying back to enjoy her efforts. Her full lips moved back and forth while her tongue was moving around the head of his prick, driving him mad! The warm mouth on his instrument excited him so he cried out in pure pleasure.
"Oh, Joyce! Suck me, honey. Suck me! he screamed.
Joyce continued her act of love, taking all of his cock into her mouth and sucking it as best she could. She suddenly got an idea that maybe she could come again if he fucked her. She stopped her motions and pulled the cock out of her mouth. Turning, Joyce lay on her back and spread her legs.
"Now fuck me, Dana. Fuck me good!"
Dana climbed on top of the beautiful body and inserted his joint and began to fuck. Up and down, back and forth, around and around. He put his hands on the cheeks of her butt and rammed into her to the hilt. He rammed again and again, enjoying the fantastic sensation of a tight pussy milking his dick.
"Come with me, Joyce. You can. Come with me ... I have a big cock in your cunt and I'm fucking you! Come with me ... I'm coming!" Dana yelled, forcing himself to freeze while the hot come spurted from his body into her depth.
"Oh Dana ... DANA ... Fuck me, I'm coming! Oh Dana, Dana, Oh, fuck me, oh Dana, I am coming!" Joyce screamed into Dana's ear, digging her fingernails into his back until she broke the skin. Her whole body screamed with pleasure as the orgasm engulfed her senses.
Soon it was over. Dana could feel his prick begin to soften. He pulled it out and wiped it off with a hanky.
"That was nice, Joyce. See, you can come. I'm glad."
"Your tongue is what started it. You should have been a trumpet player," Joyce laughed, getting to her feet. "I have to go now. I have a date tonight. See you later, Dana," she said, dressing.
Dana watched her as she put her clothes on. What a dingy chick! he thought to himself. What a ding-dong!
There had been a few women after that, but not many. He had been married for ten years, then his wife died. The violin demanded so much mental and physical endurance that women were soon an accepted absence. Life for Dana became centered around music, musicians, practicing and performing. The only sex he had was with himself when he masturbated.
That is, until this morning, when he had been singled out for an affair with a woman whom he had just met.
He sat face to face with the half dressed body, which desired something he had remembered ... but neglected.
"Look honey, you can stare all day, but I have to go back to work in a few minutes," Cynthia declared, becoming annoyed with Dana.
"I'm sorry," Dana said, laying his head on the softness of her breast, "but it's been so long, and you are so beautiful that I have almost forgotten what to do!"
"Well, you could start by kissing me!" Cynthia remarked, grabbing Dana and pulling him down on top of her.
"Oh, my God!" Dana's breath came hard after a long kiss, "I don't think I can stand it!" he said, trying to pull away.
"Yes you can," she whispered, and ran her tongue into his ear. Her hands moved quickly up and around his back, then underneath to his zipper. She pulled the tiny metal piece down and put her hands inside his trousers, seeking for the rod she wanted ... badly. There it was, a nice, hard cock to play with. What a way to spend her lunch hour, she thought, fooling around with a member of David Alan's orchestra!
Cynthia fingered the slit on the end of Dana's joint and sticky fluid oozed out onto her finger. She rubbed this around in a circle over the crest of his throbbing joint, then reached under and lifted his testicles.
"I think I'm gonna come," Dana said, a feeling of helplessness overcoming him. He was limp with passion, and lay back almost in a daze as Cynthia continued her adventure.
"Can't you wait and come in me?" she asked, pulling down her skirt. She stepped out of her panties and got on top of Dana. She found his hard shaft and worked it inside her vagina. He felt good to her. Dana wasn't too big, but he was thick and hard. She worked herself down on the throbbing dagger, then back up and down again.
Dana almost fainted. He could feel her tight cunt pulling at his member and it felt so good he groaned with delight. He put his arms around Cynthia and hung onto her butt while she fucked him.
"Oh, Dana! You're so big and hard! You feel good inside my body. Oh, keep hard, don't come yet!" she panted, fucking his long stem. She developed a rhythm of motion that satisfied her. His cock rubbed against the sides of her vagina and clitoris, exciting her wildly.
There was a knock on the dressing room door.
"Bernie, are you in there? It's me sweetie," a high pitched voice came from the hall. There was another knock at the door and the voice spoke again: "Bernie, it's me, ere you there?"
"Bernie isn't here," Dana shouted back. "He's at Kiko's."
"No he isn't!" the voice answered. "I was with him there and we walked back together."
"Oh, Christ!" Dana whispered to Cynthia, who had gotten off of him and was rapidly dressing.
"Who is this anyway?" the voice shrieked from behind the door.
"I'm a violin player trying to take a nap is who. Bernie let me use his room. What do you want?" Dana asked, trying to zip up his trousers.
"I'm one of the dancers that has to use this room for some very fast changes pretty soon and I'd like to get in," the voice stated, irritated.
"I can't get this god-damned zipper up, shit!" Dana mumbled, tugging at his crotch.
"I can't help you right now, I've got a brassiere to either get on, or hide," Cynthia whispered, pulling her skirt around her waist and rearranging her hair. "Get rid of that guy if you can."
"Hey, uh, listen, friend," Dana said, near the door. "I'm not dressed. Why don't you go get a cup of coffee and I'll be right out."
"Well, alright, but don't take all day. I have to be in a policeman's uniform by one o'clock."
"Good God, hurry," Dana whispered. "He'll be back in a minute or two."
"I'm dressed," Cynthia replied. "Here, let me help you with your zipper ... again."
"Wh-when is your next break?" he asked, trying to be polite. He felt guilty and suddenly became irritated with Cynthia. Not being used to women, he didn't like the situation he suddenly found himself in. His life was simple. There were never any complications ... especially like this.
"At three usually. Want to meet me for some, uh, coffee?" She smiled and threw her hair to one side as she had done repeatedly and pulled her skirt up slightly.
Damn her! Dana thought. Here I am scared to death we'll be caught and she's showing me her god-damned leg! He looked at it a moment, forgetting his anger, and smiled.
"I'll meet you at the wagon," he said, leaning down and kissing her neck. But instead of anger, he began to feel adventurous. He was enjoying his situation! His quiet life was a bore, it was time he got a little daring and began to do things out of the norm!
"Let's go," Cynthia said. She put her arms around Dana and kissed him passionately before they left. She could feel his cock begin to harden as she pressed her body against his.
"I have two hours to find a place for us to fool around. How long is your break?"
"Not long, but long enough to stretch it a little, if you find the right place. I want you, and I'm gonna have you come in me before the day is over."
The couple shyly left the dressing room. Other dancers were getting ready and had their doors open. They all stared at Dana and Cynthia when they left. A couple of them giggled. Dana went rapidly down the stairs and into the hall.
He walked Cynthia up to the third floor where she worked. There were many women sitting at desks typing. He watched her through a glass in the door as she went to her desk and sat down. "Everything is so business and serious!" he thought. "Downstairs everyone's crazy and up here, they're so stuffy! No wonder Cynthia was flipped to get to be with someone ... anyone in show business." He walked back down the hall to the elevator and punched the 'down' button.
The doors opened and out walked four dancers dressed as policemen.
"Hi Dana," Bernie called out as he left the elevator.
"Oh, hi, Bernie, Here's your key."
"Oh, don't you need it anymore?"
"Well, there was some other guy that had to dress in there, so I left. I'll find someplace else to crash."
"Oh shit! We have fast changes. I forgot, Dana."
"Thanks anyway, Bernie," he said, pressing the one button.
The lunch square was deserted. Dana didn't know what to do. Go take a nap, or wait in the lunch square. He hated to wait for people, but this was a little different. His adventurous side of his personality was taking over now and he was determined to meet with and ball that secretary. Maybe he would ask David Alan to borrow his room for the afternoon that was it! He knew he wouldn't mind!
"You still here?" one of the musicians called out from the hall.
"No, I left hours ago," Dana replied with a smile. He poured himself a cup of coffee and paid for it then left the wagon area. There were many props and sets stored out in the hall and he stared at them while he drank his coffee. He could hear the music that he had pre-recorded that morning blaring from a speaker in studio 33. This was where they filmed the Don Melton Show. He turned and walked briskly toward the elevator which would take him to David Alan's office.