1. Jazz


    Date: 12/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    how he looked at me. My skirt was high on my thighs and the white peasant blouse was low on my arms, revealing my shoulders and a little cleavage. He turned and leaned against his door and told me how Segovia was his idol and how he wants to learn more pieces Paganini wrote for the lute. He spoke with such passion it excited me to hear how much he loved music, but I also liked how his eyes kept drifting to my legs and tits while he talked and I knew there was something happening between us. I felt this wetness between my legs. We sat outside for almost an hour before I went in, and I really wished something had happened. I wanted to tell Mom all about meeting Gabe and Peter and I’d be singing at “The “Black Cat,” but she was asleep in the chair with an empty scotch bottle dangling from her hand. I couldn’t wait until Saturday, my first time singing to an audience and with other musicians backing me up. I told my boss Tony about my chance to sing and he let me off at eight so I could be at “The Black Cat” by nine. Gabe was going to pick me up. I brought a change of clothes so I would look older. I wanted to be a hit and get everyone’s attention so I wore this vintage black cocktail dress from the forties I found at the thrift shop. It was cut low, showed my cleavage and came down below my knees but I made it much shorter, about mid thigh. It clung to my body and I loved how sexy I looked. Mom had an old pair of shoes with heels that fit perfectly and my dark wild hair came ...
    halfway down my back. When Gabe saw me come out of the bathroom at Roma’s, he just looked at me like he had never seen me before. “Wow you look beautiful,” he said, his eyes wide open. Everyone in the place turned and Tony said, “You better be careful.” I knew what he meant by the way he moved his eyes up and down my body. Even though Gabe and I were eighteen, we weren’t allowed in places like “The Black Cat,” but since Gabe’s father was there, Ed said it was okay. We sat at the bar both drinking ginger ale. I made sure mine didn’t have ice. I read somewhere that singers never have ice in their water before they sing. The lights were low and the place was half empty. I noticed a couple of pool tables along the side and a dart board on the back wall. Peter was right. It was a dive. Sitting on the stool next to Gabe, my tight skirt was pretty high up on my thighs and I noticed how Gabe kept looking at my legs. I wondered if I had made a mistake wearing such a low cut dress because Gabe kept glancing at my tits. I liked how he looked at me and felt something stirring that made me want to touch myself, but I couldn’t, so I turned and looked up at the bandstand, imagining me standing on that little stage singing. Mostly people were talking, smoking, and drinking, hardly listening to the trio. The place was pretty dark and Gabe was quiet, but I could feel his eyes on me and sensed he wanted to do something but was hesitant. I felt the tension. I was sitting pretty close facing him. ...
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