The Concert That Changed My Life
That day, my friends and I decided to go to a classical music concert. I'll say right away that my friends, like me, are multifaceted people and we entertain ourselves in different ways. We have a passion for night racing; we love going on hikes: nature, the forest, a campfire, a guitar; we sometimes enjoy just a sauna with alcoholic drinks. I'm saying all this to point out that we are ordinary people with diverse interests, and classical music is a unique form of relaxation for us.
So today, after last night's night races, listening to classical music was just what we needed. The concert was very interesting: first, they played wind instruments, then a whole orchestra came out, then violinists played separately
and the concert was concluded by a girl playing the piano. Her hands, like magicians, enchanted the entire hall, but especially me.The girl was a master of her craft and played very professionally, and with such dedication. She wore a beautiful long dress with sequins, her hair was curled and cascaded over her shoulders. The pianist was slender and graceful, and every movement of her hand was accompanied by movements of her body and head, which she did smoothly and very beautifully. I simply admired her.
Most of the audience had already given out their prepared flowers, but I, as if waiting just for her, was the only one in the entire hall to give her flowers, and I placed a note in the bouquet with words of admiration for the girl and her talent. When I gave her the flowers, she smiled pleasantly and took the bouquet with her graceful hands and fingers. And for a while, our paths diverged.
I met her again only a year later. I recognized her immediately. She was walking down the street at a calm pace. I was walking towards her and slowed down; I didn't dare speak to her, but she spoke first:
— Did you want to say something to me, young man?
— I was at your concert about a year ago, and I liked you very much.
The pianist smiled her beautiful smile: — You know, I remembered you too, and your red roses and your note with beautiful words for me. I often receive flowers, but such notes, I have never received before or since. Thank you for such warm words.
I hesitated again and was silent, but the girl continued to smile and didn't leave, as if she was also waiting for something. After a while, I spoke to her again; I really wanted to be near her and say something pleasant:
— Are you in a hurry? May I invite you to sit in a cafe?
— My concert is only tomorrow, I just came out for a walk to get some fresh air. So, I agree. But may I ask your name?
— Artyom, and yours?
— Maria.
The cafe was nearby and we reached it very quickly. We ordered food and just sat talking about music and life. We didn't notice when we switched to using "you" (informal) and were already talking like old acquaintances. It turned out that the concert where I gave her flowers was the second on Masha's professional stage. And my words of support and admiration helped her immensely to establish herself as a good pianist.
The girl was a recent graduate of a music college, but over that year, she had been recognized by both seasoned professionals and the audience. It turned out she was still single and had no one in her personal life, just like me. I had also just started my professional career as an auto mechanic after technical college. We talked about both my life and hers.
Time passed very quickly, and we didn't notice that about four hours had gone by in conversation.
— Artyom, it's already ten in the evening, it's very pleasant talking with you, but I need to get a good sleep before tomorrow's concert.
— Let me walk you home.
— You may.
She lived nearby. When we approached the entrance, Masha gave me a peck on the cheek and, laughing cheerfully, lightly ran towards the entrance.
— Come to the concert tomorrow at five in the evening, I'll arrange a ticket for you.
— Then until tomorrow, thank you for a wonderful evening.
— Thank you too, I had a very good time.
This time, it was simply a wonderful concert, and Masha concluded it again. She played just as wonderfully, and from time to time, she would lift her gaze from the keys and look into the hall in my direction, find me with her eyes, smile, and continue playing. When the concert ended, I approached Masha again with a large bouquet of flowers and handed it to her. She came out after the concert to the street, where I was already waiting for her.
— You played absolutely wonderfully today, thank you for such a gift and for the invitation.
— I played only for you today, thank you for appreciating my playing so much and thank you for the flowers. I want to give you another gift as my admirer.
— What gift? Could there be anything better than listening to you?
Masha smiled again, but this time her smile had a certain sparkle and mystery. She pulled me towards her car and we drove out of town to a village surrounded on all sides by a forest.
— This is the dacha of me and my parents, but it's winter now and they aren't here, and I usually don't come here either, there's just nothing to do here alone.
The dacha turned out to be very nice with a good large two-story house, a separate sauna, and the interior was done simply and tastefully. We lit a large fireplace, which heated the room very quickly; there was also a piano there. It was very cozy to be in such a place. We fired up the sauna and took turns going in to steam. When Masha appeared in the living room, I almost lost my power of speech; she was incredible. Masha had put on a beautiful, form-fitting dress just above the knee, which accentuated her figure very well, applied very beautiful, feminine makeup, and was wearing dangling earrings.
— Would you like me to play something for you? This is my favorite piano, the one I learned to play on; it's very dear to me and I only play for people I like and to whom I'm ready to open my soul.
— I really want you to play.
She played a few melodies, then said: — Do you want to play with me?
We made our way to the spacious sofa. Masha undressed me along the way. And now we were both only in our underwear.
— This is my gift to you, I want to give myself to you completely, you have no idea how precious you are to me; I kept that note for a whole year and dreamed of meeting you.
— I thought about you too; I think it was love at first sight when I first saw you on stage. Masha, marry me!
— Yes, yes, yes, I agree. And now I want you to make me yours and only yours.
We lay down on the sofa and I began to explore every cell of Masha's beautiful body; I kissed her everywhere, my fingers stroked, kneaded, caressed every centimeter. Masha was a beauty; when I removed her last barrier, her panties, she smiled at me tenderly again, as if inviting me to continue. And I continued my caresses. I wanted to do something special for Masha; she reciprocated by stroking my body with her delicate, slender fingers, giving me heavenly sensations.
My head lowered between her legs and I began to explore her femininity with my tongue. Masha was a virgin, and such caresses were not a secret to her, but she didn't expect such actions from me and tensed up a little.
— My love, relax, I want to give you special pleasure, just enjoy.
After my words, Masha calmed down and I continued to shower kisses on the inner surface of her thighs, then found the space between her anus and vagina and began to gently caress that area with my tongue. The next stage was caressing her delicate labia, and the climax was my touches to her clitoris.
At this caress, Masha arched her whole body but didn't pull away. I continued working my tongue on her clitoris. When waves of orgasm pierced her, I even had to hold her hips with my hands, her body was writhing so intensely. When the orgasm subsided and she came to her senses, I continued my caresses with my hands.
Slowly, I brought my cock to the entrance of her depths.
— Mashenka, bear with me a little now, I want to make you my woman.
Masha, intoxicated by my caresses and the recent intense orgasm, could only nod at me. My swollen cock was already craving to feel her moist womb. I very slowly inserted the head of my cock, then pushed, and the cock plunged in completely to the very base, making Masha a woman. For a moment, I froze, letting both myself and her get used to the new sensations, and then I began to move slowly. At first, it was still a bit painful for Masha, but as arousal grew, she began to moan and her body was ready to experience a new orgasm, which wasn't long in coming.
When Masha came and regained her senses, she asked me to come inside her, and if she got pregnant, she would only be happy to carry a child from me. This excited me incredibly and I spilled deeply into my girl. We lay for a while longer, embracing, and I stroked the body of my young pianist, and she lay there purring with pleasure. Today, although not officially, we became husband and wife.
The very next morning, we went to introduce each other to her and my parents, and a month later we had a wedding, where Masha herself played Mendelssohn's Wedding March on that very piano at the dacha. It's been several years now, and we celebrate our first time by coming to the dacha and having mind-blowing sex. We even had sex on that very piano, and also while Masha was playing, I took her from behind; in general, we have plenty of fantasies to commemorate our first time. And now we live together happily. And I am very happy that I got such a wonderful wife.