Garters & Gloves
	by Captain Atom

	I met her at a social occasion. A charity ball of some sort; I don't
remember the cause, but I'll never forget her.
	She was easily one of the most striking women at the ball. She had
long dark curly blonde hair that cascaded down past her shoulders and
dark blue eyes that could instantly pierce down into your soul with
desire. She was wearing a sheer white strapless dress that ended just
above the knees, where her silk stockings took over, running down her
well formed calves and ending in a pair of sensible white pumps. And her
gloves. They were white silk, long, running up past her elbows. She
never took them off. I knew because I had been watching her the entire
evening, sipping champagne while flirting with the various men that
approached her, dancing with two or three but always leaving them
behind.
	Eventually she must have noticed me, because out of the blue she
approached me and asked me to dance. How could I say no? She led me out
to the dance floor where I held her silken gloved right hand in my left,
placing my right arm halfway around her slim waist. She rested her free
hand on my shoulder, occasionally running her silky index finger along
the side of my neck. I held her close, our chests touching as we swayed
back and forth to the music.
	We talked a little while we danced and I learned a few things about
her. Her name was Tanya, she was in her early twenties and was visiting
from out of town; her aunt was one of the people who had organized the
benefit. She was a musician ­ a piano player. I could feel her long
strong fingers through her gloves and with the way she moved to the
music, I knew that she must be exquisite. I am somewhat of a classical
music person myself. We discussed music for a while. I mentioned that
there was nothing better that a Beethoven Sonata for a romantic evening
and she agreed.
	 I told her that I'd love to hear her play sometime and she
responded with a gentle kiss to my lips. "Good, I was hoping you'd say
that," she smiled as she broke our embrace. "Meet me in the conservatory
in five minutes."
	I agreed and she walked out of the ballroom, stopping briefly at the
doorway to quickly shoot a smile at me. I thought about chasing right
after her but decided against it. I did not want to mess this up so I'd
play her way.
	Those five minutes seemed like an eternity. I grabbed a drink at the
bar and passed the time by nervously glancing at my watch every fifteen
seconds. When the band finished their next number, I asked one of the
waiters to direct me towards the conservatory and headed of down the
hall in that direction.
	When I reached the conservatory, the door was closed and the lights
were off. I tentatively opened the door and stepped through, turning the
lights on low. The soft light shimmered down from an ornate chandelier
onto the large Persian rug that covered the hardwood floor. Pictures and
bookcases adorned the walls along with two windows that looked out over
the empty courtyard. There were about ten or fifteen empty chairs
arranged towards the centerpiece of the room: a large ebony grand piano,
majestic even with its top down. And laying on top of the piano, like a
goddess or muse, was Tanya.
	She had removed her dress; it was draped carefully over one of the
nearby chairs. Her shoes had been kicked off and were laying by one of
the piano legs. Her legs were hanging over the edge covered by stockings
held up by a white lace garter belt that hung delicately around her
waist. Her panties, if she had ever been wearing any, were nowhere to be
seen; a short trimmed patch of pubic hair hovered in the vee between her
thighs. She had pulled her lacy white half bra down off her breasts
revealing two excited nipples surrounded by large dark circles. As she
sat up on the edge to face me she ran her still gloved hands slowly from
her neck, around her lovely perfectly formed breasts and down her hips
and thighs. Without saying a word her deep blue eyes expressed desire
for me to come over to her.
	I closed the door behind me and made sure that it was locked before
proceeding further. I removed my jacket and laid it on the chair over
her dress then moved over to her at the piano. She spread her legs open
to greet me, giving me a warm glimpse of her pussy before wrapping her
legs around my hips, pulling me close to her. Once again our lips met,
but this time our kiss was deeper, longer and more passionate. I ran my
fingers through her luxurious thick hair as our tongues slowly
intertwined with each other, my desire increasing with each passing
moment.
	After we parted I placed my hands on her breasts, massaging them
gently as she undid my bow tie and then unbuttoned my shirt from the top
down. I removed my hands from her breasts momentarily to assist her in
fully removing my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I then leaned her
back onto the piano and started licking and sucking her nipples. She
groaned softly with pleasure as she ran her gloved hands all along my
back. The silk against skin sensation was incredible!
	With her eyes closed she pushed the top of my head, guiding it down
to her crotch. She placed a gloved hand on each of her knees and pulled
her legs as far apart as possible. I teased her a bit with my tongue,
licking around the inside of her thighs and only occasionally over her
more private area, but before long she grew impatient and squirmed her
crotch right over my mouth. I began licking my tongue up and down her
pussy lips, then inserted it into her, slowly licking the inside of her
cunt. 
	I heard a faint "Oh yes" escape from her as the tension started to
build. As I took her clitoris into my mouth and began to suck, she
shuddered into an intense orgasm. She let go of her knees and grasped
onto the edge of the piano, her legs flinging back in and squeezing my
head.
	When she finished she released me from her leg hold and sat up with
a very satisfied smile. "God, that was wonderful," she told me before
embracing me in a kiss once again.
	Tanya then hopped down off the piano and began to undo my pants,
dropping them to my ankles and letting me step out of them. She got down
on her knees and threw my trousers over by the chair with our other
clothes before pulling my briefs down and letting me step out of them.
She then grabbed hold of my cock with both hands. The sensation of her
long silk gloved fingers made me grow even larger as I leaned forward
and grabbed onto the piano for balance. I could have died and gone to
heaven right there with that silky smooth hand job, but then she began
to lick up and down my shaft before taking me completely within her
mouth. As she carefully and smoothly sucked my cock between her warm
full lips she ran her gloved hands all around my hips and crotch,
rubbing my ass and playing with my balls, bringing me up near the point
of explosion.
	Then she stopped. She slowly pulled her mouth off my cock and stood
up between the piano and me. She put her arms under mine and pulled me
close to her with another long kiss. Her pubic mound ground up against
my cock as we kissed deep and long. "So how about that sonata now?" she
asked as she slipped out from between the piano and me.
	She pulled out the piano bench, sat down and began to play. It was
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, its hauntingly beautiful melody stirring
something even deeper inside of me. She was giving the music her full
attention as she played, concentrating on it just as deeply as she had
concentrated on us before. She hardly noticed as I came up behind her
and unhooked her bra, pulling it away from her chest and finally fully
releasing her breasts. I began to massage them from behind but she shook
her head Śno', so I released them and let her continue.
	When she finished the Beethoven she moved right into Rachmaninov's
Paganini Rhapsody. I watched in awe as she poured her heart and emotion
into the piece. When she finished she asked me what I thought. "I don't
know what's more beautiful," I replied, "you or your playing."
	She got up from the bench and gave me another kiss. "Well then, I
guess I'll have to help you make up your mind." She smiled and almost
giggled as she pushed me down onto the Persian rug. As she straddled my
hips with hers I rubbed my hands all over her bare ass and her silk
covered legs. She ran her gloved hands up my arms and down my chest and
stomach until she once again held my penis in her hands, gently rubbing
it back up to full erection. When she was ready she closed her eyes and
leaned her head back, gasping with delight as she lowered herself onto
me, burying me deep inside of her. She fit me like a glove; she was
incredibly warm and tight and I could feel every inch of her vagina as
she slowly moved herself up and down over my cock.
	With her eyes still closed she brought her hands up to her chest and
began rubbing her breasts as she lost herself to the sensations that we
were producing together. I felt her pussy contract around me as her
entire body tensed up with another orgasm. 
	She then opened her eyes and stared into mine deeply before leaning
down and giving me another kiss. I took one of her breasts into my mouth
and began to suck on her hard nipple, but she pulled it away from me.
"Now let's make some music together," she told me. She supported herself
with her arms as she moved vigorously up and down my shaft. We groaned
as our hips moved together in unison, giving each other more pleasure
than I had thought possible. When I finally exploded she came as well,
both of us crying out in pleasure as I shot my semen deep inside of her
spasming cunt.
	After what seemed like a timeless forever she collapsed on top of
me, exhausted. I remained inside of her for a few minutes as only the
sound of our breathing filled the room. I never fully lost my erection
in the warm moist confines of her pussy, so I rolled her over onto her
back and spread her stockinged legs wide as I began to thrust again. She
moaned with approval as I came a second time buried up to the hilt
inside of her.
	I pulled out of her and we spent the next few minutes laying next to
each other on the rug, exploring each other with our hands. When it
began to get late we helped each other get dressed (and no, she hadn't
been wearing any panties!)
	I invited her back to my place and we necked in the cab all the way
there. We barely made it into my bedroom before we were at each other
again. We stripped each other entirely naked (she even took off her
gloves!) and made love slowly on the bed as though it was our first
time. Afterwards we slept for a bit in each other's arms.
	When I awoke, Tanya was standing naked out on my balcony looking out
over the city. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her and
kissed the nape of her neck.
	"This city is so beautiful in the night," she told me as she looked
over the multicolored lights. "I wish that I could stay forever."
	"So why don't you?" I replied.
	She turned and faced me. "Do you mean it?"
	"With every ounce of my soul."
	She hugged me then kissed me again before running into my kitchen.
She came back out onto the balcony with a bottle of champagne, shaking
it a little before opening it. It sprayed all over the both of us, so we
licked each other clean, arousing each other once again. There was still
a little left in the bottle so we each had a glass before returning to
the bed to make love once again.
	Tanya moved in with me the next week and soon after got a job with
the local orchestra. To this day her music and our lovemaking are just
as thrilling and beautiful as that first night when I met her in her
gloves and garters.