Not sure if this is weird or not but i did this on Friday. Was kinda reminded of the dream Sam had in game lol.
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Its not weird. Here is a short story clip to go along with your picture. Its kind of a chop job - I haven't reviewed it or even run it through a spell checker, but here it is:
Sophia's bow moved across the strings tentatively, the slow, graceful piece playing fitfully on the cello interspersed with squeaks and fidgets.
"You're holding it wrong." Sam said, his fingertips brushing against her shoulder like the footsteps of spider.
"Here, move forward and I'll guide you."
She felt Sam slide up behind her, the warmth of him obvious. Thanks to Aiden's demands, she had gotten used to going without any underwear and dressing in skimpy clothing. This top didn't have much fabric to it, and she could feel his shirt move against her bare skin as he breathed.
"Now first you're going to have to...Ppphthtt! Gah!" Sophia couldnt help but laugh as Sam caught a face full of her hair as he attempted to reach around her to draw the cello closer. "You have a lot of hair. I feel rather like Cousin It at the moment."
"Poor thing." Sophia replied with a smirk. "Here, let me help."
Reaching around with her right hand, she gathered up her hair and swept it to the right, clearing it from Sam's face.
"How's that?" she asked, amused.
"A lot better." Suddenly Sam was plastered right up against her, his chin on her shoulder and his mouth beside her ear. She could feel the warmth of him closing in along the length of her body, and if it was only her imagination providing the feel of his nipples against her back, his manhood was definitely pressing up against her...
"Now, you're holding the cello too far out. You need to hold it closer in."
"Well, I'm as far in as I can go comfortably." Too much further in and it would be brusing up against her breasts.
"No way. You can get it closer."
"My...legs get in the way. It doesn't fit."
"Its big but its not that big." Sam shot back wtih a hint of amusement, his words tickling Sophia's neck and ear.
"We can make it fit. You just have to spread your legs wider for me."
"You say that to all your music students, don't you" she shot back, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. C'mon. Spread 'em." His hands took hold of her thighs, making her jump, as he gently pulled her legs wider. "Right, like that, now move in the cello, in...No, not that...Here, let me."
Sam reached around her and and positioned the cello so the soundboard back of it brushd gently against her nipples.
'He's so close...'
"Try playing the piece again." His breath on her ear sent a small shiver down her spine and brought up goose bumps on
her arms, but she just nodded and began to play.
The deep, slow tones of the piece emerged as she worked, Sam's arms around her, hands resting on the tops of her thighs. His whispered encouragements tickled her ear, and she found herself guiltily enjoying the closeness. The piece went on, each note sounding in time, and each vibrating the cello in her hands, the cello brushing he nipples, and each note stroked those nipples with its vibrations like a lover' caress. The thin silk of her top did nothing to insulate her from the music's atentions, and as she continued tingles of pleasure shot through her comfort-starved body.
'Aiden's tricks, much as I hate them, wind me up every day, and my useless husband is too busy working overtime to pay
off the mob to help me unwind. I...I shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but I am...'
"How does it feel?" Sam's voice broke her out of her reverie.
"Wha-What?"
"This position. And the piece. Does it feel good?" Sophia's mouth went dry at the question.
"Y-yes. It feels good." she replied softly, squirming a little against him.
"Why are you fidgeting? Are your legs tired from being so far open? Here, let me help." Sam's hands slid down to the inside of Sophia's thighs, pulling her legs apart and taking some of the strain of holding the position.
The music stopped dead as Sophia froze up.
"C'mon Mrs. Parker. Did it tickle? Focus on the music. Don't stop now, or I'll find something better to tickle."
For the beat of three heartbeats, Sophia just sat there before slowly starting up again without a word.
She could feel Sam smile against her neck, and his hands started to caress the inside of her thighs. They moved slowly enough that she didn't feel the need to object, but enough that it brought her attention to how close they wereto her sex. Her body flushed with heat at the intimacy of it.
'And how they are slowly, oh so irritatingly slowly, creeping inwards...God, I can feel myself getting wet.`
She focused on the music, the hot fuzzy sensations making her feel comfortable for the first time in a long while. By the time the piece came to a close and the cello stilled, Sam was tracing up and down the crotch of her pants with his index finger, the delicate caress sending heat and a pleasant feeling of tingling through her body.
"It looks like you were really feeling the music that time. Would you like to play some more?" Sam's lips were so close that they brushed her earlobe as he spoke.
"I shouldn't let you do this." Sophia whispered into the otherwise still room.
"What, give you music lessons?"
"You know what I mean." 'Run your hands all over me.'
"Well, yes, but are you going to stop me?"
'Am I?'
Sophia looked at him out of the corner of her eye. His hand was not firmly pressed into her crotch and the other was sliding up over her stomach towards her breasts. She looked forward and stared at the wall for a bit.
Sam's hand ran up and over the globe of her breast, her simple top riding up, and started to tweak and play with the
exposed nipple.
'This top makes it so easy for him to just reach in and play with them. No bra to stop him either.'
Her eyes close, and she rests her head back on his shoulder. She can feel him opening the snap on her pants and pullnig
down the zipper.
'No panties either. He has easy access.'
She could feel his fingers slipping through her pubic hair as his fingers sought out her slit. When he started teasing her erect clit, her hips jumped a bit and she let out a gasp.
Sam nibbled on her earlobe and she let out a little whimper of pleasure as his fingers wore away at her resistance.
'God, I'm such a slut.'