The Music Man and Wanda

Dr. Midi - the Music Man - had waited all week for this moment; really, his whole life for an opportunity like this. It wasn't the music gig; he had played at the little dive bar thousands of times before. The crowds were small but good, and they really seemed to appreciate his music. But this night was different as he hoped one fan in particular would be there: Wanda. He had spent the past 10 years seeing her come to his shows, mostly at this venue, and he had a growing desire to be near her. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to make love to this amazing woman he had only fantasized about so many times. As he raised his saxophone to kick off the first set, his heart leapt a bit. She was there! And he knew this performance was do-or-die to win his way into her bed.

Wanda had waited all week for this moment; really her whole life for an opportunity like this. She found a table a little bit at the back of the dive bar. But since it was a small place, Wanda knew she would be able to see this man - Dr. Midi - she had seen so many times before. The crowd was small but good, and she loved being part of this unique group who followed this brilliant musician. But this night was different as she hoped to experience more than just his music this time. She had discovered his music about a decade ago, and over time, she grew to desire him more and more each time she saw him play. She wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to make love to this amazing man she had only fantasized about so many times. As he raised his saxophone to kick off the first set, her heart leapt a bit. She knew this attendance was do-or-die to win her way into his bed.

The Music Man brought the saxophone reed to his mouth. It made him think about how he wanted to put his mouth onto Wanda's lips... kiss her tenderly and then make his way down her neck as she threw her head back, already enraptured by the feeling of having him so close to her. As he played the magical notes through his instrument, Dr. Midi thought about how he would breathe deeply into Wanda's ear, gently nibbling at her lobes, whispering his most inner desires to her.

Wanda watched the Music Man raise the saxophone to his mouth. It made her think about how she wanted him to put his mouth onto her lips... kiss her tenderly and then make his way down her neck as she threw her head back, already enraptured by the feeling of having him so close to her. As he played the magical notes through his instrument, Wanda thought about how he would breathe deeply into her ear, gently nibbling at her lobes, whispering his most inner desires to her.

Dr. Midi practically made love with his mouth to the saxophone, playing better than he ever had, inspired by the goddess just a few tables away from him. With each note, he thought about how he wanted to tell her how much he wanted her... how much he needed her... how much he longed to be with her, their bodies entwined with each other.

Wanda watched Dr. Midi practically make love with his mouth to the saxophone, playing better than she had ever heard, and she thought maybe - just maybe - she was helping inspire this virtuoso performance. With each note, she imagined how much she wanted to tell him how much she wanted him... how much she needed him... how much she longed to be with him, their bodies entwined with each other.

As the musician moved onto the next song and the next instrument - a guitar - he thought how taking the instrument from its cloth case would be like stripping Wanda out of her beautiful dress. As he pulled open the zipper, he imagined how he would lower Wanda's zipper on the back of her dress... as he exposed the curves of the guitar, how it would be as exposing Wanda's luscious curves. He thought about the glow coming off the shiny wood of the instrument, similar to the silky glow of Wanda's skin. As he pulled the guitar completely out, he again imagined how it would be like Wanda stepping out of her dress, her massive breasts held up by just the thin, lacy material of her bra and how Dr. Midi would turn her around, kiss her and lower his face to her chest to breathe in her heavenly aroma.

Wanda saw the musician move onto the next song and the next instrument - a guitar. As she watched Dr. Midi take the instrument from its cloth case, how she wanted to have him help her strip out of her beautiful dress. She watched him pull open the zipper and imagined how he would lower Wanda's zipper on the back of her dress... as he exposed the curves of the guitar, what it would be like to have him expose her own luscious curves. She thought how the silky glow of her own skin would be like the glow coming off the shiny wood of the instrument. As he pulled the guitar completely out, she again imagined how it would be like stepping out of her dress, her massive breasts held up by just the thin, lacy material of her bra and how Dr. Midi would turn her around, kiss her and lower his face to her chest and she would breathe in his heavenly aroma.

As Dr. Midi wrapped his arms around the guitar and pulled it close to him, he thought about how his arms longed to wrap around Wanda, now devoid of her bra. He pulled the guitar into his body and onto his lap, much like how he wanted to pull Wanda's nearly naked body into his body and lap. He gently caressed the strings at first, just like how he would gently caress Wanda's skin, delighting in how smooth it would be. As the song became faster and more passionate, the music man imagined how his hands would move faster and more passionately over Wanda's body, caressing her large tits and using his finest fingering technique - first on her nipples and then to her crotch as he moved his finger over the outlines of her tender vulva just underneath the lacy panties.

As Dr. Midi wrapped his arms around the guitar and pulled it close to him, Wanda thought about how his arms would wrap around her body, now devoid of her bra. She imagined as he pulled the guitar into his body and onto his lap, how she wanted him to pull her nearly naked body into his body and lap. He gently caressed the strings at first, just like how she hoped he would gently caress her skin, as she delighted in his strong hands on her smooth form. As the song became faster and more passionate, Wanda thought how the music man would his hands move faster and more passionately over her body, caressing her large tits, first using his best technique to finger her nipples and then down to her crotch as she encouraged him to move his finger over the outlines of her tender vulva just underneath the lacy panties.

Dr. Midi looked up and through the crowd, he saw Wanda's eyes locked on him. He imagined how they would lock eyes as she rode his crotch, still covered by his own underwear and her panties. He thought how he'd feel her wetness even through the clothes and how she would maneuver so the rigidness of his cock would nestle between her pussy lips, and how with each movement of her hips how her panties would move to the side and his cock would escape his shorts. He thought he saw her squirm a bit, maybe becoming wet in real life.

Wanda locked eyes with Dr. Midi, how they would lock eyes as she rode his crotch, still covered by his own underwear and her panties. She thought how her wetness would begin to soak through, despite the clothes and how she would maneuver so the rigidness of his cock would nestle between her pussy lips, and how with each movement of her hips how her panties would move to the side and his cock would escape his shorts. She squirmed a bit in her seat as she became wet in real life.

He then moved to the keyboards and leaned forward to place his hands on the ivories and his face closer to microphone. As his fingers started to work the keys and he began to sing, he couldn't help but imagine how he would lay Wanda on her back and use his deft fingers to peel her panties off. His mouth was so close to the wind guard on the microphone that he could almost feel the fuzziness of the material... much like he imagined how Wanda's close-cropped bush would feel to his face and brushing up against his own beard, as he stuck his tongue out to lick his way down to her smooth shaved pussy lips and flick his tongue on her swollen clit.

Wanda saw Dr. Midi move to the keyboards and leaned forward to place his hands on the ivories and his face closer to microphone. As his fingers started to work the keys and he began to sing, she couldn't help but imagine how he would lay her on her back and use his deft fingers to peel her panties off. His mouth got so close to the microphone that she could imagine how he would feel her close-cropped bush and how she would feel his face brushing up against her, his beard tickling her. She thought about how he would stick out his tongue to lick his way down to her smooth shaved pussy lips and flick his tongue on her swollen clit.

Dr. Midi closed his eyes as he sang with all his might, striking every note perfectly on the keyboards and letting a heavenly sound come out of his mouth. He tried to concentrate, but much of his thoughts were on lovely Wanda just a few rows away. He imagined how she would begin to moan loudly as his hands would grip her thighs and pull her pussy harder against his face, his tongue a flurry of activity up and down her wet slit, licking and sucking her clit... until she would buck against him as a wave of a mighty orgasm would flow through her.

Wanda watched Dr. Midi close his eyes as he sang with all his might, striking every note perfectly on the keyboards and letting a heavenly sound come out of his mouth. She tried to concentrate, but much of her thoughts were on this handsome hunk just a few rows away. She imagined how she would begin to moan loudly as his hands would grip her thighs and pull her pussy harder against his face, his tongue a flurry of activity up and down her wet slit, licking and sucking her clit... until she would buck against him as a wave of a mighty orgasm would flow through her.

As he moved to the next song, the good musician imagined how he would move up Wanda's body, his underwear now off and his thick hard cock ready to slide into what he desired. In his imagination, he would take his cock in his hand and rub it up and down Wanda's wet pussy, making her moan his name aloud and beg him to push it deep into her wetness. He would marvel at how tight but still smooth the entry would be, Wanda's eyes closing and moaning his name louder as he filled her heavenly void.

As her favorite musician moved to the next song, Wanda imagined how he would move up her body, watching Dr. Midi's thick hard cock ready to slide into her welcoming love tunnel. In her imagination, he would take his cock in his hand and rub it up and down Wanda's wet pussy, and she would moan his name aloud and beg him to push it deep into her wetness. She would use her pussy muscles to tighten around his dick, her eyes closing and moaning his name louder as he filled her with his heavenly tool.

The pace of the song increased... Dr. Midi's intensity of his singing increased, pouring all his efforts into the love song he hoped would touch Wanda's heart. His imagination was still in full drive, thinking how he wished his cock was stroking in and out of Wanda's wet hole... how she would be egging him on, begging him not to stop... as he pumped faster and faster. While not cumming in real life on the stage - that would be over the line even for the most liberal of fans - he imagined how he would erupt deep inside Wanda, giving her every inch of his cock and every ounce of his cum.

The pace of the song increased... Wanda watched Dr. Midi's intensity of his singing increase, making her feel like he was pouring all his efforts into the love song that truly touched Wanda's heart. Her imagination was still in full drive, thinking how she wished his cock was stroking in and out of her wet hole... how she would be egging him on, begging him not to stop... as he pumped faster and faster. She imagined how he would erupt deep inside her, as Wanda took every inch of his cock and every ounce of his cum.

Dr. Midi finished up his set for the night and stepped off the stage, as his fans cheered and clapped... prompting him to climb back on the stage - twice! - to give them the encores they pleaded for. He smiled as he saw Wanda on her feet, maybe cheering the loudest, and he thought maybe - just maybe - he had won more than a fan. When he was finally finished, he waded through the crowd that seemed to grow and get in his way of getting to his true goal for the night: lovely Wanda. For the first time, he approached her in real life.

"Did you like the show?" he asked, his eyes wide in anticipation... not just for her approval of his music, but approval of him as a possible lover.

"Oh yes!" she gushed. "You are absolutely wonderful!"

Wanda could hardly contain her excitement, not just at meeting her favorite musician in person, but also at the prospect that she would get to fuck this man who set her lust into overdrive.

"Would you join me for a drink?" Wanda asked, slightly biting her lip, trying to cover her swelling desire for this man.

"That would be great!" he replied, smiling, trying to hide his own lust for the busty goddess in front of him. "I just have to take my equipment out back and load into my van. I'll be right back!"

Wanda nodded and said, "Ok! See you soon!" as she watched him grab some of his equipment and dash out the back door.

Dr. Midi got to the alley behind the club and loaded his music equipment as fast as he could, tired but anxious to get back to Wanda and have a new night of passion begin. But as he placed the last of his equipment in the van and closed the door, he saw a man on a bicycle fall and hurt himself on the street just outside of the alley. He grabbed his first aid kit, slammed the van's back door, and ran over to help the man. He patched him the best he could, knowing from his own cycling experience how much it hurt. But he could also see the man needed more than the 15 minutes of first aid he could give, so pulling his van out to the street, he loaded the man into the passenger seat and asked him to wait just a minute.

Wanda waited patiently inside, but when it got to be nearly half an hour, she thought Dr. Midi had forgotten about her. She timidly walked backstage and asked a bored looking stage hand if she knew where he was. Not looking up from her phone, she snapped back at Wanda. "He left!"

Wanda was a bit crestfallen, but she thought maybe something came up. She walked out of the front of the club and saw a homeless woman shivering on the sidewalk. Her sense of losing out on what she imagined would be a wonderful sexual adventure with a musician that night was soon overcome by her sense of compassion for the poor woman before her. Although there was a chill in the air, Wanda removed her coat. She gave the woman $20 to get a meal and told a taxi to take her wherever she wanted to go to eat and then take the woman to a homeless shelter that Wanda volunteered at. Disappointed - but heart filled with compassion for someone who needed something more than Wanda needed - Wanda shrugged her shoulders and thought, "Oh, well. Maybe another night" and turned the other way to walk home.

Dr. Midi rushed back into the club, knowing he had kept Wanda waiting a long time - but hopefully not too long. His eyes danced around the emptying bar and looked back at the same stage hand Wanda had talked to just minutes before and asked where the woman in red was?

"She left!" snapped the bored 20-something.

He rushed out the front door, just in time to see a woman leaving in a cab... through the back window the distinctive coat Wanda wore. Crestfallen, Dr. Midi turned to go around the corner where his van was parked, not seeing Wanda walking away and across the street. "Oh, well. Maybe another night," as his steps felt a little heavier at that moment.

THE END