The girl with the violin Part IV

The girl with the violin collapsed beside me out of breath. Her bow arm strait out to her side, hanging off the side of the bed. The other arm clenching the violin to her breast. "oh wow!" I sat up on the bed taking the violin from her and placing it back in it's case. She laid there on the bed, her hands lay on her stomach just below the navel. "that was.. wow!" "my pussy feels like a furnace" We laid there on the hotel bed and talked for hours. She told me about the sheep ranch she grew up on in New Zealand. How she started playing the violin at age eight. And how she was now in college and touring with a small orchestra giving performances in Australia, Japan, Korea, and Hawaii. I told her about North Carolina, spending summers at the outer banks fishing, and about the mountains. I told her about joining the ARMY, and a few funny stories. Then we slept. I was awaken by my cell phone vibrating around on the nightstand. The vibrating stopped before I could answer. Eighteen missed calls, that's never a good thing. I called the number that had been trying to get in touch with me for the last four hours. My Platoon Sergent, Sgt. Fox, answered. "Where the fuck are you Lyons!" Sgt. Fox was pissed. "guess who missed a bunk inspection at five o'clock this morning, let me give you a hint" "oh fuck" I said. "oh fuck is right" Sgt. Fox said. "where's Wilson (aka Chris, aka Token) is he there with you" "yeah he's here, we were at the subway at 1:30 but the shuttles never stopped" I started the generic story everyone gives when they've been caught off base over night without a pass. "cut the bullshit! I've heard that story a hundred times and I can damn well assure you the Sgt. Major has heard it a thousand. Oh and guess who has a date with the Sgt. Major at 11:00" I looked at the time on my phone, 10:05. "oh fuck" I said again "'Oh fuck, oh fuck?' am I talking to a goddamn recording. You and Wilson get your asses down here right now and you better have a better story than that bullshit when you get here" Sgt. Fox hang up. "What's wrong" the girl with the violin asked visibly concerned. She had heard the conversation. "are you familiar with the term 'up shit creek'?" I said as I zipped my jeans. "you mean, without a paddle?" she asked. "yep, that's the one. I have to go get Chris, err, Token. What's Mandy's room number?" "316, hold on I'll go with you" I knocked at the door of room 316. Chris answered the door naked. "Christ Chris would it kill you to put some close on before opening the door" I said to him. "Ain't no shame in my game" Chris looked over toward the girl with the violin. "4-way? or are we doing the ol' swicheroo?" I turned to the girl with the violin, who's face now wore a look of amazement and disgust. "he's joking" I lied "bunk check, Sgt. Majors 11:00, we're screwed" I summed up our predicament in a handful of words. Chris looked down at his watch. "oh fuck" he said. The girl with the violin, who had listened to my conversation minutes before, laughed at this. It took Chris seconds to throw on his clothes and think Mandy for the wonderful evening with a smile. I said my farewells to the girl with the violin, kissing her bye. On the way to base me and Chris went over our story. Same generic story as always, can't go wrong using what works, and sticking with it just makes it all that more believable. But I did have an ace up my sleeve, I wrote down the name Sgt. Reid on the back of a business card along with his phone number. Sgt. Reid was a good friend of mine when we were stationed in Oklahoma, and now he was stationed here in Korea. But he was in a different Battalion than me now. I called the number, and asked him to cover for me, he said he would. "Okay Chris. 1:25ish we arrived at the subway, the subway cars went by but none stopped. There was another group of soldiers there waiting one was Sgt. Reid. He gave us his number encase we needed him to confirm our story" "yeah, I got it" Chris said. "why didn't we just take a cab back to base?" I asked. "because neither of us had enough cash and we both had already withdrawn the max out of the ATM and had to wait 24 hours to get more out. You put the hotel room on a credit card, you have the recite." Chris continued. "and no matter what the punishment?" "it's too harsh" "I'm telling you, I gotz this man" The Sgt. Major told us he WAS going to make an example out of us to show that that same bullshit story wasn't going to work anymore. BUT if the number on the business card was legit he'd leave it up to our 1st Sgt. to punish us. Our 1st Sgt. seemed almost proud of us for getting out of the Sgt. Major's office with our balls intact. But he still gave us two weeks lockdown. We protested but then he told us he knew our story was bullshit and that he knew Sgt. Reid, and knew that I knew Sgt. Reid. Lockdown sucked, having to stay in the barracks except to do PT, eat, and work. Every non working hour we had to sign in at the CQ desk, to show we were there in the barracks. "did you get Mandy's number?" I asked Chris "No" "did you give her yours?" "no. why would I give her my number?" Chris said if it was the dumbest question ever. "are you trying to get another piece before they leave? Good luck with that, Mandy said they're leaving Friday morning" I got Park, a Katusa soldier (Korean solder who speaks English and trains with the US army) to search the internet for orchestra performances here in Korea. Park came back with a couple, one an all girls school preforming in Seoul this Thursday. I got a ticket to the performance and arranged for Chris to be at the CQ desk on Thursday. "just write a fake name in every hour, but write it in pencil. Then when I get back I'll erase it and sign in, trust me it'll work" I explained my scheme to Chris. "and you're going to see Mandy and your girl play. Why? they're leaving in the morning" "don't worry about it Chris" I walked down the isle of the auditorium. It was very large and fancy. A large wine colored curtain covered the stage. I took my seat, front left, three rows back. Other people started filling the seats, and soon I was lost in the darkness of a crowd. The curtains opened on a group of about 40 girls, all with musical instruments. All wearing the same outfit. A tight red skirt that ended just above the knee, the tightness of it looked more like something to hold their legs closed than it was to show off their bodies. The white blouses, they all wore, were puffy and hid their breast well. They began playing. I sat in my seat listening to the music. I had already found the girl with the violin, she sat beside other girls with other violins. She was as beautiful as ever, as she stared at a music stand oblivious to my presence in the audience. After two hours or so the conductor announced that the last piece was about to begin. As the girls began playing, I realized I had heard this piece before. My cock started growing hard as I started remembering the girl with the violin riding me as she played this same piece. I stared at her, totally absorbed by her movements as she played. The pace of the music quickened just as before in the hotel and I was once again thrown back into to memory of her. This was the part where she had rode my cock until she came all over my dick. My cock was now ready to burst as I watched her. As the music speed up I noticed the girl with the violin lean forward in her chair. Her eyes were now closed, playing only from memory. It may have been my imagination but I swear she began rocking back and forth, grinding her pussy against the chair. If it weren't my imagination it was very subtle, I don't think anyone would have noticed even if they were watching her as closely as I was. When she reached the apex of the music she stopped playing. The bow hovered over the strings of the violin, her eyes were still closed, her breast were heaving in her loose blouse. The other girls with the other violins continued to play for a moment. The piece ended, the curtains closed. I got out of my seat and walked to the foot of the stage. I leaned against the stage with my cell phone in my hand looking like someone checking their messages or maybe sending a text. The lights to the auditorium began coming on one by one. I continued standing at foot of the stage as if waiting for the room to clear a bit before making my way out. Security was light. I noticed a couple of ushers and a guard dressed in a suit. The ushers were busy helping people up the isle and out the doors. I watched the guard through my peripheral while still staring at my cell phone. The guard looked down at his feet then bent to tie his shoe. I took my chance. I turn to face the stage. The stage was at chest level to me, I quickly climbed it, rocking my legs side to side to build the momentum needed. I rolled under the wine colored curtain, unseen by anyone. I dusted off my suit as best I could. And exited back stage. I made my way down the hallway in the direction I thought the girls would have headed. Turned a corner, then another corner. As I rounded a third corner I saw a line of girls all wearing white puffy blouses and red skirts. They were in line for what I assumed was the bathroom. I recognized one of the girls from Geckos, she was talking to another girl with jet black hair and pointing toward me. Mandy turned around to look. I drew closer to them. Mandy stared at me as I got even closer, the side of the bottom of her lip between her teeth. I have to admit I do clean up nice. I was wearing a suit that was tailor made and would have easily cost two grand back in the US. Another benefit of being stationed in Korea were tailor who gave a fuck about copyrights and let you pick any suit you want from a catalog. Mandy walked toward me and placed her hand on my chest as if to stop me from walking further, but it was probably just to cop a feel. "dressing rooms down that way" she said stopping me. "how did you get back here anyway?" She was still studying me, never once considering taking her hand off my chest. "nevermind, I guess you're here to see Nicole" "who's Nicole" I started to ask then stopped when I realized she was talking about the girl with the violin. "yes, I would love to see Nicole" "one moment" Mandy said to me pushing off my chest as she turned around and walked down the hall past the bathroom. I watched Mandy as she said something into the room I presumed to be the dressing room. A moment later the girl with the violin, or should I say Nicole, stepped out. A look of surprise and shear amazement filled her eyes as she rushed toward me. I held open my arms as if to catch her with a hug. She skipped the hug. Grabbing my tie in her hand she pulled herself up and me down, forcing her lips to mine fiercely. We kissed. As we kissed passionately she fumbled around at a closed door beside us. It opened to a broom closet. The broom closet was dimly lit. Nichole pawed at my chest, removef my jacket and through it to the side without thought. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again" she started kissing me again and began struggling with my belt. "here you get your cock out" Nichole said as she hiked up her skirt and removed her panties. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my cock out as instructed. "here put these somewhere" Nichole said handing me her panties. She already had my cock in her hand and was trying to shove it in her pussy at an awkward angle. "slow down' I laughed and slid her panties into the pocket of my pants. "I don't have much time, we have to hurry" she was still trying to f***e my cock into her pussy. I kneeled down and picked her up by her ass, my arms between her legs. I turned her around pushing her back up against the door to the broom closet. I kissed her hard as I slid my cock into her waiting pussy. Nichole let out a moan. "we have to be quick, we're leaving in twenty minutes" she said between kisses I didn't hesitate, I began pumping hard into her tight wet pussy. Pressing my cock all the way to the hilt. She started moaning, I fucked her hard against the door not thinking about the noise it was creating as it slammed against it's frame. Her pussy made gushing sounds as my cock slid in and out. "try not to squirt" I said to her as I continued fucking her relentlessly against the door. "Grawah!" Her moaning turned into a loud grunt as she came. Her wet pussy squeezing my cock hard as she came until it popped out. I shoved it back and continued fucking her hard. I came deep into her throbbing pussy moments later. I sat her back down on the floor of the broom closet and pulled up my dress pants, buckled my belt. She began straitening herself up as best she could. "did you cum earlier?" I asked her genuinely curious. "you mean just now? you couldn't tell? you're lucky you're not soaked right now" she laughed. "no, I mean earlier when you were preforming on stage, the last piece you did" I said. "Oh my god, you saw that!" "yeah, but I'm pretty sure no one else would have noticed" "no, I didn't cum. I did come damn close though" she was laughing now. "you better hope this wears off, I can't go fighting orgasms every time I close a show" We left the broom closet. "I'm really glad you came tonight, I really thought I'd never get to see you again" "what? and miss a performance like that" I said smiling "you know what I mean" my smile widening. "oh shut up" she said giving my side a soft elbowing. "this time you're not getting away without giving me a number or something" I said. "you guys reek of sex" "hello again Mandy" I said. Mandy had been standing beside the door to the broom closet blocking it from the view of the bathroom and dressing room. "you're welcome" she said with a smile. "not that either of you would have known someone was trying to get your attention, the way you two were going at it." "Thank you Mandy, you're gem" I said kissing her hand. "I have to go get cleaned up, don't you go anywhere" Nichole walked into the dressing room. Mandy followed her. I stood there waiting for Nichole's return. She came back with an eyeliner pencil. "I couldn't find a pen. Roll up your sleeve" Nichole wrote her email address down my forearm. "I have to go now" we kissed for a long moment before Mandy pulled us apart. "come on you, we have to go" Mandy pulled the girl with the violin away from me. "tell Tyrone hey for me" Mandy said to me "who's Tyrone?" I said a little to late. "bye!" Nichole waved "bye" I returned the barracks without any problems. Chris asked how it went. I told him Mandy said hi to someone named Tyrone. We both laughed a little. "hey you never know, 9 months from now she might be trying to find some black dude in the army by the name of Tyrone." "that's fucked up Chris" "what? you gave your girl you're real name?" "no, I never told her any name" I said. "now that's fucked up, and you come over here talking about me giving a fake name." I kept up Nichole for a few years, we talked on the phone, we chatted online, and sent pictures. We even had a few Skype sessions, a couple featuring the old hairbrush. Then we just stopped. Last summer I saw a message left on my youtube channel, it was from Nichole. The message was a year old, but somehow managed to go unread. I replied to it and we started talking online again. She's married now and has a k** (not mine) they live in Sydney and she still plays violin. She joked that she still gets wet when she plays that one piece of music, the one she played whilst riding my cock that first night. Oh and I still have the panties she handed me that night in the broom closet. I even pulled them out one night during a skype session, and gave them a big sniff. Nicole said I was just as gross as ever. THE END Stay tuned for my next story, BDSM FTW.