THE AUDITION                         by: Mardee Louise Prynne

All Warnings, Adviories & Disclaimers Apply. BE 18 OR BE GONE!!!!!! 

 

New York City wasn't a bad place to be back then. I was a studet working at an office job and doing what I enjoyed. That was being a musician. Lots of weekend and night gigs at cocktail parties, lounges and so on. There were a few pianists I worked for as standing time-keeper (bass player to you who have not been in the jazz scene). Freelance stuff, pick-up groups. In between I went from one bad love affair to another Meet lots of interesting and different people. Wow, did that turn out to be true! It didn't surprise me when I got a call from a pianist named Randi. Said she was new to the City but needed a bass player for a duo. Randi had heard me play somewhere or other and wanted to try a session with me. I was rock steady on the beat and creative enough to let her left hand go for improvisation while leaving the bass line strictly to me. Besides I wouldn't overwhelm her style. I guess she meant I was safe. Hell, it was a possible source of revenue.

We met for drinks at the White Horse over on Greenwich Avenue. I was at the bar when I felt a touch on my elbow and turned to meet Randi.

MARONE!!! She was lovely. Dark brown hair cut like Audrey Hepburn's in "Roman Holiday" and slightly oriental shaped eyes that were absolutely cat like in their green color. She beckoned me to a table. I followed, checking her out. Well dressed, great legs with slender tapering ankles. I had to remind myself that this was an interview not an assignation.

She dropped her coat over her chair and sat down. She half curled as she sat. Long graceful fingers punctuated her enthusiasm. Her voice fascinated me; cello like with no regional accent. Randi was pleased with my knowledge of Ravel, Chaminade and Stravinsky. Her idea was to improvisation in impressionist music style in small clubs and at cocktail parties. I was getting a little cynical. Her ideas were great but we were talking not making music. And yet she was one of the most intriguing human beings I had ever met.

We moved over to El Quijote on twenty-third for dinner. Her fingers rested on my wrist as we chatted over dinner. It turned out she had a small apartment in Chelsea. Would I care to se it and hear her play? I would have been mad to refuse. For someone new to the City, she had done well. The apartment was fascinatingly cluttered with books and artsy objects. A baby grand took up most of the small living room. Her playing was phenomenal. I thought Teddy Wilson had a light touch but Randi's fingers were like butterflies touching the keys. Her finger span was impressive. I wasn't sure whether I was falling in love or in lust when I thought about what those fingers could do to my body. And as I stood behind her as she pleased, I noted her great cleavage, especially for so slender a girl. "Don't do anything precipitously," I reasoned. This could be a great gig. Randi pushed me out the door after impressing me with her technique, pianistic technique that is. I was to come back with my axe (bass) on Saturday morning and try a few sets with her. She placed her finger tips to her lips and then put them over my mouth on a sort of secondary kiss. She stroked my face as the door closed leaving me to make my way home. Saturday at 10:30 I showed up. Randi opened the door. She wore a blue velvet floor length robe. A silver pendant highlighted the front. I got a kiss on the cheek. This didn't seem like any ordinary musical relationship. Guess I would check with local 802 to see if they had a rule to cover union musicians falling for ... I checked myself for being stupidly conceited. It was just her way.

The session went well. Randi was ecstatic. She opened a bottle of Riesling after leading me into her tiny kitchen. Cold lunch never looked so good. Randy sat back on the couch swinging her legs to her side. The skirts of her robe parted giving me a glimpse of her white satiny panties. (Never underestimate the erotic power of white.) I had never met such a classy, creative, reserved yet sexy human being.

Randi put some LPs on what was then called a high fi. Art Tatum and Shearing. As she returned to the couch she took my hand and kissed the palm. An erotic bolt shot through me. Randi stood before me and let her robe fall open. Her skin was flawless. The white panties set off her naturally dark skin tanned darker by the sun. I was overwhelmed by her other worldly beauty. Too awed to react, I looked at her perfection. She put her hands on either side of my face and pulled me to my feet. Our lips met, lingering lightly. Our mouths opened and our tongues met. Then greedily we probed deeply. Randi skillfully unbuttoned my shirt. Glad I never wore under shirts. Somehow my shoes and socks were off as she undid my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor, leaving me only in my blue bikini briefs (very new styles for men back then).

Randi stepped back and let her robe fall from her shoulders. She was perfection. I was always a bra and panties freak so that aspect made the moment more intensely beautiful, more intensely erotic.

I was on my knees kissing her thighs, kissing the hem of her panties. I turned her and kissed her round cheeks. My tongue darted in her navel. My head brushed the front of her crotch as she pushed me onto my back and sank to the floor beside me. For a second as my head brushed the front of her panties, it felt like she had a girdle under her panties!!!!What!!!!! She arched her hips and pulled her panty crotch aside. I saw the gaff! It was going to be my first gay experience but then again Randi was more beautiful, more desirable, more woman than any female I had ever known.

She kicked off her panties and pulled the gaff off. Her cock made her more beautiful, more desirable. She kissed my nipples as my finger tips traced the outline of her cock-head. The skin was like baby skin. I shifted so I could kiss her stomach yet I knew I wanted to kiss more. No gg (genetic girl) had ever gotten me so aroused. I ran my tongue around her rim. My tongue flicked a drop of pre-cum from the tip. It was delicious!

I engulfed the head and ran my tongue around the rim as it was in my mouth. Randi teasingly pushed me off. Her tongue found that sensitive spot between my balls and my hole. I writhed in ecstasy hungrily trying to take her cock in my mouth. I managed to lick the shaft. Randi suddenly lay back and allowed me to eat her. Instinctively I brought her to climax in my mouth. A new world had opened to me!

Randi pushed me onto my back and ate me until I exploded in wave after wave of newly discovered ecstasy. We lay in each other's arms for what seemed like eternity but yet was too brief a time. We kissed lightly as I left. "The job is yours...But we need to rehearse here regularly." I didn't feel threatened or upset at what happened between me and Randi. On the contrary, I was elated. The sex was wonderfully gratifying and romantic. Besides, it was my first experience with a guy and it added a whole new dimension to my existence. And yet I couldn't think of Randi as a guy. She was too graceful, too beautiful and despite her fully functioning cock, she was a female. Rather more "complete" than any gg I had ever been with. And sex w/ Randi was better than any sex I had. Still, why let an affair get in the way of what could be a good business relationship? Randi must have been thinking that way too because she didn't mention it either.

It was a week later and I was to meet Randi for lunch and then we go to her apartment to rehearse. My bass was still at her apartment. I came behind Randi as we approached the restaurant where we would have lunch. She looked fantastic even from the back and in a very demure outfit. She wore an amorphous gray skirt, very opaque and offering no hint of her hips. A blue blazer topped off an ecru turtle neck. Black patent opera pumps completed the ensemble. Dark gray hose.

We ate a light lunch. Randi had seated herself in such a way that she was pretty well hidden from view. She crossed her legs so as to give me a glimpse of thigh above the darker welts of her hose. She allowed her shoe to dangle from her toes. At one point her foot rested on the edge of her chair seat so her skirt fell as to give me a view of the back of her thigh. She shifted to more lady like posture but made sure to reveal the lace hem of her black panties.

We never did get to rehearse that afternoon. Randi led me by the hand to her bedroom. She sat me on the edge of the bed as she undid my clothing She knelt before me and took my cock in her mouth and gently swirled her tongue around the rim until I was rock hard. Her hair was so soft and smooth as I stroked her head while she mouthed me.

Randi rose to her feet and let her skirt fall to the floor.

She pulled her sweater over her head and shook her hair loose. Randi straightened up and stood before me. Off white bra, black panties and garter belt.

Her thighs were like silk in the soft light that filtered through the blinds. It was evident this time there was no gaff under her panties. She bent forward and kissed me. Randi pulled my face to her belly. I was ever harder as I tasted the soft, silken warmth of her smooth skin.

She pushed me onto my back and straddled me facing my feet.

The curved seem at the back of her panties was inches from my face. Randi bent all the way forward lightly kissing my balls. I raised my head and began tongueing her bottom through the panties. She stood over me, hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and let them fall. I tongued that very tender spot between her balls and her hole. I felt her squirm and suddenly she was grinding her delicious bottom in my face. She held her panties in her finger tips and ran them lightly over my body. The sensation got me harder.

Hungrily I tried to engulf her cock in my mouth but she kept teasing me. Then I was pinned under knees and allowed to flick my tongue over her balls which she kept inches from my mouth. Finally I was allowed to taste her deliciously throbbing cock. My tongue flicked away the first drops of precum. No gg ever tasted so good. Randi began to ease her cock deeper into my mouth. I was discovering techniques to satisfy her that I didn't know existed. I pushed her off me and eased her legs open. My tongue crept up the underside of her shaft. I took her cock-head in my mouth and playfully nipped but ever so lightly. Randi sighed and moaned. "Cum," I screamed. "Let me taste every drop of you." I felt her throb as she arched her back and exploded in long, hot, yummy spurts. I swallowed every drop. We lay panting until Randi sat up and ate me. As I was about to cum, she took her thumb and first finger and wrapped them around my scrotum above my balls. She closed them tightly and drew my balls away from my body. The ecstasy she was creating with her fingers mouth increased but her grasp kept me from cumming. My cock, my balls, my very being very vibrating. She paused look at me with an almost innocent smile.

She took my cock in her mouth and released her grasp. As I exploded she milked my balls. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. Randi smiled at me and dropped her panties over my face. She snuggled close as we lay in the afterglow of our ecstasy.

I started spending more time with Randi than I was with anyone else. Sex with ggs had been on hold for several weeks. Randi had so much more to offer.

We were spending Sunday afternoon at an art museum. Randi was wearing a white cotton blouse. It was opaque but one could see the back of her bra and the straps although the front revealed nothing. The collar was turned up and an extra button left undone. When Randi bent forward her cleavage was highlighted by the lacy edge of her intensely white bra. Her suntanned calves were like a sculpture. Bare legs vanished beneath the hem of a gray-blue a-line skirt. Penny loafers & crew socks never looked so erotic as they did on Randi that morning. She insisted on using stairs rather than elevators. She bounded up the stairs ahead of me and then bent over to adjust her socks. Form a few stairs down I was afforded a brief but riveting glimpse of pink satin panties. Randi had an incredible way of taking every day clothing and panties and turning them into the most seductive ensembles. She straightened up and in a parody of smoothing her skirt flipped it up to offer me a view of her round, firm bottom highlighted by the satiny pink panties. A second's pause with her skirt up had me enthralled. In a wink she was the demure young museum visitor once more. We sat in the museum garden enjoying a coffee in the spring sunshine. She rested her foot on my thigh. But soon her toes were massaging my crotch as she smiled so innocently at me. Several middle aged ladies noticed Randi and commented among themselves on her fresh wholesome looks. If they only knew!!!! We were spending very enjoyable days and then making very intense love. Foreplay for Randi started as soon as we met as in the case above.

Some weeks later we decided to have a picnic near her mom's summer home. Randi's dad was an A # one shit and her mom didn't want their only child to be anything like him and so she remade Randi into the lovely, unique and exotic being I was having an affair with.

We ate lunch and sipped wine on a knoll near a spring. Randi spread her skirt around her legs as she curled them under her. Each time she shifted more thigh was revealed above her hose. The smoke colored stockings were in contrast to her white pleated skirt. Her marble firm thighs were set off by the darker stocking tops and the black straps of her garter belt. She lay back with her knees bent and raised. The skirt slid over her thighs to her waist. She all but her purred as she lay in the warmth of the sun and of my admiration.

Soon Randi stood up and let the skirt fall to the blanket. She was not wearing a gaff. The shiny white material showed the outline of her cock in highlights and shadows. I rose to my knees and kissed the tip through the silken whiteness. I looked up at Randi she smile down in approval. I placed my lips to her foot and kissed it. Slowly I worked my up to the back of her knees, to her thighs. She spread her legs slightly as my tongue found the crotch of her panties. I flicked the back of her balls through the hem. Randi dropped to her kneels and our tongues swirled together in a kneeling embrace. Randi began sucking my nipples. Her fingers stroked my balls as she made my nipples harder and harder. She locked her thighs around my head and rolled me onto my back. I lightly licked her balls making her giggle as she knelt over my face. I writhed as her nails stimulated my cock. Hungrily I took her cock head into my mouth. Randi turned and began to tongue the rim of my cockhead. Slowly, throbbingly I came in her mouth. She kissed me so that I tasted my own cum.

Randi was now kissing me between my legs. Her tongue darted in and out of my bottom. She deliberately forced me onto my back and hooked my knees with her arms. Leaning forward she brought my knees to my chest. Licking my neck she whispered "Relax and let do the work!" He cockhead pressed against my sphincter. I yelped as she entered me! She paused with just her head in me. It was wonderfully new! I put my hands on the back of her head and kissed her deeply. I cupped her bottom with both my hands and forced her deeper into me. Her stockinged thighs against mine heightened every movement. I rolled and moaned. Randi pressed rhythmically against me. I was in ecstasy. I wanted this to last & last. Randi came hard inside me. I came second time spurting my hot cum against Randi's belly.

My first time being fucked, I mean really fucked. It was sensational! Would Randi never stop showing me new experiences? It took me a few minutes to concentrate on my playing. Randi really looked more fantastically beautiful than ever. We were hired to play for the for cocktail hour at a very posh dinner dance in a Fifth Avenue mansion. I met Randi at the site. She was unreal!! A white Empire dress was something out of "Dr Zhivago" or the Brando film "Desiree." A three strand pearl choker highlighted her swanlike neck. (More functionally, it probably covered her Adam's apple albeit a very small, non-prominent one.) Long kidskin gloves both concealed and drew attention to her arms and the expressive movement of her fingers. A gold watch was worn over the glove. I had to keep reminding myself that Randi was not a gg and that we were here to work. There was always the possibility we would be asked to leave before we started. After all the hired help (Randi) shouldn't make the guests and hosts look tacky by comparison. We were very well received and I figured this would lead to more gigs especially if we became an in thing w/ the crowd. ("Trendy" wasn't in use yet.)

When Randi was being paid she asked if we could stay for one dance set. The hostess agreed. No idea that Randi was a guy en femme and I was her lover!

I put my arm around Randi's waist and felt the elastic and boning of her foundation garment. She leaned her head against my chest as we started to dance; the scent of her hair was exhilarating. We danced ever so closely yet without pressing hard against each other. The curve of her lower abdomen brushed lightly against my groin. It was incredibly arousing yet being in Randi's arms was so peaceful. The rest of the world didn't exist. We moved in time to the music secure in the peace that our love affair was generating. Nothing existed but the electricity that flowed between us.

Randi put her finger tips to her lips and kissed them before putting them to my lips. It was a maddeningly sexy and arousing yet ladylike gesture. That also described Randi; maddeningly sexy but sophisticated and ladylike!

We danced close to the door and vanished onto Fifth Avenue and into a cab. Randi leaned into my side and rested her head on my chest so that her hair was against my face. Her hand found my mine and rested against my crotch as our fingers intertwined. Randi was as no lover I have known before or since!

We paused at the door of her apartment. I eased the bass in the door. Randi switched on the lights and put a cold supper on the table. She poured some Beaujolais. As we clicked glasses Randi's fingers undid my shirt buttons and grazed over my nipples. She stepped back and shook her hair loose. Soon I stood in my bikini briefs. Randi, still fully dressed, surveyed me. It was very clear that she was the one in control of all our love making! With a wry smile she traced the outline of my cockhead her finger nails. She weighed my balls in her hands and squeezed lightly but hard enough to make me draw breath. We kissed and as our tongues touched she bit mine lightly.

Randi stood with her back against me as I undid the zipper of her dress. She eased it off her shoulders but didn't let it fall just yet. She pressed her bottom against my crotch slowly grinding her hips against me. The dress fell to the ground. Randi was ever more elegant and more arousing. A white longline bra, waist cincher combination set off her tan. Ivory panties with lace insets highlighted her hips and her cock. Ivory stockings were pulled taut by the garters of the bra/cincher. Bone T-strap heels were the complement to this virginal but ever so sexy ensemble. We kissed deeply.

Caressing and kissing we moved toward her bed. Suddenly her knee shot into my crotch; just enough to double me over but not immobilize me. Giggling she pulled my face against her groin and then pressed it against her firm belly. She pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply as she squeezed my balls. We fell back on the bed in an intense embrace. Our tongues probed deeper. Fingers and tongues probed every orifice, kissed and tasted every part. I slipped Randi's panties down and she kicked them across the room. I greedily swallowed her cock as it sprang free of the silken restraint. Randi filled me with her delicious cum. "Now I have to treat you something new," she giggled. Hell, I thought we had done it all. Randi was on her back and pulling me across her. I straddled her and kissed her nipples. She drew her knees to her chest. Her ankles and calves massaged my face. The texture of the hose over her firm legs was intoxicating. She held my balls in one hand, my cock in the other. She teased her bottom with the tip of my cock. She thrust her hips forward and took the head of my cock into her tight boy pussy. It was beyond sensational. Her hands on my butt pulled me deeper into her and into ecstasy that I had never known. She licked my neck as her fingers lightly caressed the back of my balls. She squeezed my cock tightly to prolong the ecstasy. As I exploded, Randi squeezed my balls. The pain only heightened the ecstasy. It was an experience beyond belief. And yet Randi would initiate me into sexual experiences that were more intense. We had a series of gigs in a vacation area in the mountains of eastern Pennsylvania. It was great!!! We performed three or four nights a week at dinner or cocktail parties and in dimly lit, romantic restaurants. Male diners looked at her hungrily, women diners were green with envy of her ethereal beauty. I wondered what their reactions would have been if they knew what she could offer that no gg could ever match. Most of them would have been turned on!

We made love, slept in each other's arms awakened to tenderness and passion. We spent the days strolling the hills and swimming nude in a spring near the house we borrowed from Randi's family.

We had been walking in the warm sun when Randi suddenly walked rapidly ahead of me. She pulled her tee shirt over her head and let it drop to the grass. She unzipped her Bremudas, let them fall and kicked them aside. Her slender but toned figure moved swiftly. Her white bra was blinding as the sun hit the elastic back. The powder blue panties clung to the perfect globes of her bottom. She turned and waved me to follow. The sun glistening on the blue nylon created shadows that reminded that her cock made her a better lover than any gg before or since!

We descended a knoll and Randi ran ahead and waded into a natural pool formed by a wide spot in a stream. She wet her hair and then slid under the water. I was down to my bikini briefs and waded in after her. We romped in the water like two otters at play. We kissed deeply under the icy spring water. Soon we lay shivering on the knoll allowing the sun to warm and dry us. I dozed in a glow of arousal and contentment. I opened my eyes as Randi ran her long nails over my nipples and down my body just grazing my cock through my now dry bikini pants. She slid them off me and took me in her mouth. My cock went rigid. She let my cock out of her mouth and sat over my face. She pulled her panty crotch aside and exposed her hole to me. She sat closer and again ate my cock. My tongue darted into her hole. She wiggled in satisfaction and acceptance. I kissed that tender spot between her hole and her smoothly shaved balls. We came in unison.

Randi played magnificently at the cocktail hour gig we did in a restaurant. We returned home in a great mood. Randi had been offered several lucrative engagements but they required that she work with a girl partner; guitar or bass. I kissed her neck lightly as I unzipped her black dress. "I guess I'm out of here soon." Randi smiled her wickedest smile as she stepped out of the dress. She was elfin yet magnificent as she stood in black longline bra, black lace edged panties and black stockings held taut by the garter straps. Her cock made her all the more beautiful and all the more desirable.

She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Her panties came down to reveal her round bottom. In the half light she appeared to be wearing skintight white panties. I wanted to stay with her but I knew it was over. Or was it? Randi called me to scrub her back. I joined her. She soaped my chest and kissed me as her hand soaped my crotch. She produced a can of shave cream and spread it over my chest. I guessed at what was to come. Soon I was rid of all body and leg hair. Randi dried me. My heart raced as she sat me on the bed. Several items of lingerie were pulled from her dresser. I stood with my back to her as she drew me tightly into a black waist cincher. The silken black panties were slowly drawn over my newly shaven crotch. I became rock hard. Randi hooked a strapless bra closed behind me as she kissed my back. I began to throb as she drew the black stockings up my legs and snapped the garters in place. She kissed my lips as she inserted breast forms into the bra. She pushed me back onto the bed and ate me until I came. After placing me at her vanity table she did my make up and combed my full hair into a pixie style. Our lips met. The feel of my lipstick against Randi's mouth was deliciously new. I stood before her full length mirror. My cock stiffened on seeing my own reflection! Damn!!!I could really go for someone like the person I had become.

"See, I don't need a girl partner. I have you." We kissed deeply as we stood before the mirror. Randi had dressed in a white lingerie ensemble that mirrored mine. I sat on the edge of the bed extending each leg forward and slowly running my finger tips over my sleekly nyloned legs. As I smoothed out the wrinkles I realized how marvelously sensuous it is to play the role of a seductive woman especially when dressed as one. I knew at once this would not be the only occasion on which I would eagerly don the clothing and the role of sophisticated seductress. Sinking onto the bed our fingers slid over our panty covered cocks. Cocks touched through the silken, sheer panties. Randi pushed my bra cups down so that her tongue could stimulate my nipples as her finger probed my hole. I was aroused beyond endurance. I lay on my back and drew Randi to me. I pulled my panties down and kicked them aside. Randi tongued my thighs above the dark tops of my stockings. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply as I swung her between my legs. I pulled her cock from her panties and pressed the head against my hole. I ran my fingers over her balls and pushed her cock into me. I moaned and screamed as she pumped into me. I was cumming in wave after wave. Great explosions that rose from the tip of my spine spattered cum across our bellies. Randi kissed me as I pulled her deeper into me. She moaned and yelled as she exploded in my bottom.

We licked each other clean. Soon we were hard and engaged in 69. Our cum filled mouths met in a lipstick lubricated kiss. The tastes and textures were so new, so arousing even as they satisfied me.

I could see that we weren't going to end our relationship just yet.

THE END

 

 

COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED. I will answer all civil e-mail from adults. Cordially, Marti/Mardee Louise

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