I can remember that first encounter. He was a man in his early thirties, bright eyes but with a dark grin and was smoking your cigars wearing a black hat and he was also carrying a guitar. He was here to show me how to strum an few chords.
I remember him distinctively saying...
"Guitar playing I am about to teach you is really the same as love making you know?"
I laughed and blankly said
"but how so?"
" Well... (grinning)
Each string has to be carefully plucked, and contains a different sensation and vibe if you mishandle the strings that final note will sound awful.
He was showing me how to re-tune and play a few chords which were C, D and G then pass me over the guitar back to me.
"Its your turn dear, and be really gentle"
While doing this and playing the first few chords of the guitar which was D I could feel him rub my shoulders and chest gently.
"Don't worry you can trust me, I was just loosening you up we can't have you feeling tense"
"Now, show me a G"
I begin to play the chord G while doing that he then grasped firmly on my other hand : I can feel a surge of heat from his hands firing up my fingers. This heat was making its way to my chest. He now caressed and circled around the chest and then higher up to my boobs. I can feel his breath and his tongue swirling and stretching out to suck on my nipples.
"Okay ... final note play me a C"
I crouch down to the floor and begin to strum that final chord and can then feel him stretch his hands beneath my skirt I could feel the sensations further of his fingers strumming my vulva in the same rhythmic motions of his guitar previously.
"See what I said? music playing really is the same as love making"
"I nodded and said yeah I suppose"
A bit shaken and uncertain how to respond but he kept whispering into my ear and repeating that same line: while kissing me on my cheeks, stroking me up and down in circular motions in which I could feel a tense feeling of release and then silence again
Was that the final note?