The Pianoplayer: A lesbian love story

After a while, she pushed after explaining: "I often and gladly come to Hamburg. I simply love this wonderful city and have been coming here regularly for years. After spending weeks in different hotels here every year, I just didn't feel comfortable anymore. Because I like Hamburg so much and because it's easy to get everywhere from here, I decided to settle down here - next to Paris, of course. And voilà! There it is." With a sweeping movement of her arms she once pointed to the villa and the surrounding garden.

Adolé was genuinely impressed. She was still more familiar with Hamburg's city centre, but she knew from her numerous stays here, of course, that Winterhude was one of the best, most popular and therefore also one of the most expensive pavements in the Hanseatic city, if not one of the most expensive in the entire republic. Even she, whose career and business were going extremely well, would have difficulties in getting hold of such a large and beautiful villa at one of these hotspots right next to the city park and near the Alster. The supply of vacant buildings was simply not great either. But she had never really tried it, she was rooted in the southern German region, but she was still deeply impressed.

She liked the villa. It was not too big and not too small and had a very pleasant aura. Just now in spring the garden was also stunning. When they entered Michelle's home, they again looked at red brick walls, which Adolé loved so much. They took off their clothes and went into the kitchen. The house had a uniquely cosy and familiar atmosphere. Exquisite furniture, indirect lighting and selected green plants created a cosy ambience in which she immediately felt at home.

From an oversized refrigerator ("I love big refrigerators!!" - Michelle) the hostess fished a chilled bottle of the best Chardonnay and gave it to Adolé together with a bottle opener.

"That you have kept this from me all this time... I am outraged!", Adolé joked carefree, while at the same time tampering with the bottle. "What a view of the countryside. What peace and quiet! I'm delighted."

Michelle, who was aware of the exclusivity of her property, only smiled, "I had had my eye on this house for a long time and a few years ago it finally became available. I couldn't help but strike directly. I just love this house." Adolé sensed Michelle's attachment to this place. She liked it when something like this happened, because it was far too rare these days - real dedication and passion for something and the passion to create a real home from it. It was not difficult for her to understand this closeness and she settled down with two chilled glasses of wine on one of the light leather couches in the living room.

The evening was already advanced, but despite the proximity to the sea, it was wonderfully warm on this beautiful summer day. She enjoyed that Michelle opened the doors to the outside area wide and let some air into the heated rooms.

Shortly afterwards, the relaxed swing sounds of Michael Bublé pervaded the candle-lit living room. A light, carefree mood spread and Adolé knew again how she had got into this house and what she wanted there. She placed the glasses on the coffee table and fixed Michelle.

After she put the CD cover aside, Michelle turned around and walked straight towards Adolé. Adolé knew what was about to happen and she knew she wanted it, just like Michelle wanted it.

There was no way back.

She leaned back into the soft leather of the upholstered furniture and Michelle sat down without hesitation, tantalizingly astride her lap. They looked at each other briefly, then there was no stopping them. They kissed each other intimately, demanding, their arms clasped around each other. The discreet background music made their encounter perfect. While Adolé tried hard to find her way under Michelle's top with her hands, Michelle held Adolé's head with both hands during the passionate kiss and repeatedly stroked her curly hair. At the same time she gently pushed her lower body back and forth on Adolé's lap.

Adolé didn't know where to reach for first, where to kiss first, too many emotions poured down on her at once. But she felt good. Michelle felt good, kissing her felt good. She tasted so good. It all felt so right, like nothing she'd ever felt before in her life.

As they gradually surrendered to their desires on the bright designer leather couch, it became more and more obvious that this sofa was too uncomfortable for two women their age. Why not go to a more comfortable camp?

Adolé therefore dared to ask after a short time whether it would be possible to change the location and whether there would be a bedroom.

Smiling, Michelle kissed her a few more times and then said breathlessly and in her usual charming French accent: "C'est possible - possibly.

With this she separated from Adolé, stood up, took her by the hand and went up the stairs to the first floor and into the bedroom with a very large and comfortable waterbed. Adolé's heart took another leap - she loved waterbeds.

To express her joy, she took Michelle's face in both hands, kissed it and gently pushed her backwards onto the soft waterbed. They both came to lie on the bed at the same time, Michelle backwards below, Adolé half on top of her.

While they were kissing intimately, Adolé was already beginning to get Michelle out of her top. She kissed her neck, her décolleté and her upper breast. A slight moaning from Michelle told her that she was not entirely wrong about what she was doing.

She unbuttoned the blouse further and kissed further down to her navel, pushed the blouse off Michelle's body and then turned to her bra. Kissing, she worked her way up, then down again and finally began to pull the straps of the bra off her shoulders. Michelle joined in and her kisses became the most intense Adolé had ever experienced.

Michelle was extremely cooperative, straightening up and making it easier for her to open the bra. When she pulled it off and Adolé looked at Michelle's naked and perfect breasts, she realized how close they had become that night.

Adolé looked at Michelle,

shook her head at this incredible experience and kissed her tenderly and passionately, holding her close and holding her tightly in her arms. They swayed back and forth. It was obvious how much both enjoyed this closeness, this warmth.

After the kiss had faded away, Adolé looked for Michelle's gaze, as if to allow her to continue. In an unspoken agreement, she then began to look after Michelle's trousers. As she continued to kiss Michelle's neck while lying down, first unbuttoned the top button of her waistband and then all the others. Michelle was happy to let it happen and enjoyed the way Adolé devoted herself to her neck, her ear and many other areas of her upper body.

It didn't take long before Michelle wiped the long pants off. "You feel so good," whispered Adolé in Michelle's ear, feeling the closeness, and then kissed that very same ear again, nibbling the earlobe and kissing along the neck to Michelle's breasts and aroused nipples. A gentle moaning confirmed what she was doing. She herself was already inflamed and felt how she too became more and more aroused and how the moisture was collecting in her middle. The blood pulsed in her veins and Adolé knew that anything could happen that night.

She paused, straightened up and contemplated the beauty of Michelle that had captivated her from the beginning. For simplicity's sake, she immediately took off her blouse and bra and then lay back on Michelle. Her upper bodies met, her naked breasts touched each other intensely.

They embraced and loved each other, sometimes one was on top, sometimes the other, sometimes one took the initiative, sometimes the other. Both enjoyed this night, the closeness, the heat of their bodies and the pleasure one gave the other.

Adolé knew that this night was something very special, something she had never experienced before in such intensity. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other again and again as Adolé, driven by lust, removed even the last piece of fabric from Michelle's slender body. She pulled her panties towards her knees, beyond them and finally pushed them over her feet. With one skillful movement, she threw them across the bedroom.

They looked at each other and had to laugh. An intense gaze followed, a gentle touch of Adolé, who gently stroked Michelle's pretty face and bent over stunned with happiness, to kiss Michelle once again, obviously in love, first tenderly, then more and more determined and wildly. Her lips met, then her tongues. A wild dance flared up in their mouths.

"Would you tell me if I was doing something wrong?" she whispered softly in Michelle's ear. "You can't do that," she replied with a noticeably agitated breath and pressed Adolé firmly to herself. It could not be denied, she too was over the moon about Adolé, whose desire, affection and lust was now obvious to her.

"Do whatever you want. I want you to." This "permission" sparked undreamt-of desire in Adolé, who was already very excited. She needed no further prompting. Another look and a quiet "Tell me anyway if you don't want it..." later she slowly began to kiss Michelle's athletic body further towards her centre. That this incredible woman was now lying naked in her arms became clear to her in the meantime and inspired her more and more.