The Lady by the Fireplace

(this has some x-rated content here)

It is the same room that the young lady played Mozarts 40th symphony.  I believe it is the same night, but shortly after her performance.  She is sitting on the leather chair facing the fireplace.  I'm sitting on the floor beside her and her hand is on my shoulder. She taps me on the shoulder and leans forward and whispers in my ear, "It is now your turn to perform".

I tell her that I don't know how to play an instrument and I'm a horrible singer.  She laughs and grabs my head with both hand and shoves me into her crotch.

I reach for the bottom of her dress and pull it up and she conveniently had on no underwear.  As I did that I see her smile and tilt her head back in anticipation.

I start to get busy with her and I feel the dress falling over me to cover me (sort of hiding in her dress)  It is very dark in there, but from what I can hear and feel I am making music, but it is not quite the music you would play for a public audience I guess you could say (ahh more emil more yeah yeah ooooh!!!!)

I also remember my hands going up and playing with her breasts and removing any clothing she was wearing, or perhaps she helped with getting them off I can't remember. I then move my tongue up to her breasts and started to do my thing there. I'm still in full dress uniform at this point.

I feel hands reaching for my trousers and fumbling to get them undone.  She is breathing very heavily, I even think I can see her breath in the air (I'm assuming it's winter and house is very cold, hence the fire and warm clothes).  I stop what I'm doing and she's looking down at what she is doing.  She stops as soon as she has them undone and since I didn't wear underwear, I'm ready to go.  She stares at my guys and says something the effect "I want it now" but not quite in a polite way!  I don't even have time to take anything off!  She pulls me close and we do our thing.  I ask her if she's comfortable since she doesn't look it (she is sort of sitting in the chair and her back is arched in the middle where the back and seat of the chair meet), but she seems to be preoccupied with other things.  I start to laugh as I think how absurd the whole scene would look like if someone was to walk in on us. Not that I actually cared if they did, since I got the impression that the whole house was to ourselves and no one will be showing up and it'll be a long night!