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The thing about Paris at 3AM is that there’s no place to go where the sidewalks haven’t been rolled up for hours. So I count sheep and try practicing scales on my flute. But nothing brings sleep. Then, from the building across the courtyard, comes the faint sound of a cello playing the lush melody of Duke Ellington’s “Satin Doll:” Cigarette holder which wigs me Over her shoulder, she digs me. Out cattin’ that satin doll.Lifting my flute, I join in on the second verse.The cello hesitates at the unexpected intrusion, but I rush ahead, filling the silence. After a few beats, the cello resumes. When our duet is done, I scan the dark windows for my unseen partner.As if reading my mind, a dim light appears, just bright enough to reveal the slender silhouette of girl who holds an upright cello in an impossibly sensual embrace. Where the glow spills over her shoulder, I can make out a naked breast pressed into the cello’s amber belly.Is Ankara Escort it possible to be jealous of cello? Somehow I restrain myself from shouting, ‘please play me instead,’ or something equally dumb. Instead, I slip off my sweat pants and throw on my reading light, so she sees me in silhouette as well.Her bow dances across the cello strings and we begin trading jazz improvisations back and forth across the courtyard. Her tone is by turns confident, defiant and toward the end suffused with melancholy. As the first rays of dawn pierce the inky black sky above us, we fall silent.Setting the cello aside, she turns to face me. Her breasts and taut pink nipples glow in the diffuse morning light. In the gap between her legs, the narrow V of a white cotton thong is clearly visible.Her face is nordic with high cheek bones, widely set eyes, and full, sensual lips. I Balgat Escort step onto my little balcony so she could view me as well.Her eyebrows lift in appraisal, followed by a shy but growing smile. Only then do I realize that my cock is not only erect, but standing straight out from my body with a slight upward curve that aims the tip skyward. For an instant I feel exposed and even embarrassed. But as her look fixes on my cock, she leans back in her chair, lifts her hips, and slides her thong down her legs in one easy motion– revealing a neatly trimmed patch of pale yellow hair. Below, her labia are as swollen as her nipples, and shiny droplets of moisture belie her excitment.I want to transport myself across the open space between us, kneel between her open legs and draw my tongue along the full length of her moist cleft. Again, she seems to read my mind. Her Çankaya Escort left hand drops to her breast where her fingers encircle a waiting nipple as her right hand wanders slowly down her stomach.I mimic her movements, squeezing my own nipple while stroking my stomach and abs before wrapping my thumb and forefinger around my cock. She smiles in approval and leans back, never taking her eyes off my swollen cock.Again, we improvise. She slips her middle finger between her pussy lips and pumps herself for several measures. Then pauses and watches while I stroked myself at a matching pace for an equal number of beats.Her fingers glistens with moisture while a bead of clear liquid forms at the tip of my cock. After all the musical foreplay, it’s just a matter of minutes before we are approaching climax. He eyes lose focus, and I know mine are doing the same. I’m the one who could take no more of our routine and I break the pattern, stroking myself while she masturbates, rather than waiting my turn. She smiles and the pace of her fingers quickens. With her free hand she spreads her pussy lips apart so that I could see her fingertips caressing her stiff clitoris.I step to the edge of my balcony and into the full glow of dawn, my cock jutting out over the courtyard below.
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