It's Only A Paper Moon
written by:
Guinness

This story has been written with help from a friend. She does not want her name published, but I will say that I hope that the memories of jazz and Ireland stay with her, to light her nights for years to come.

"It's only a Paper Moon, sailing over a cardboard sea..." I was singing an old jazz tune, and holding the hand of an incredible jazz singer, that I had known from back in High School, in a club in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago. Little did I know that this would be an experience that would change me in so many ways... I'll explain.

I am a musician by trade, and have a part time job as a car salesman. Big deal. Those that know me know that I have a passion for three things in my life: my adopted country of Ireland, where I now reside, my music, which is my business, and cars.

It so happened that I had to be in Chicago on business last month, and worked out my schedule to match the greatest auto show of all time, The Chicago Auto Show. Now in Ireland, I sell Vauxhall/Opel, and in the States I sell Chevy. This isn't any big deal, but it gives me a chance to see the industry from a different perspective.

It was Valentine's day, and friends and I were attending the Auto Show for the day, and were gong out for drinks before everyone went about their business of romance for the holiday.

Leaving the show, we headed for the ‘burbs, and I was told about a new jazz club that was opening.

"Richard, you are going to love this place. The drinks are purred heavy, and the music is amazing!"

"Who is on stage tonight?"

"You'll see."

Ever get the feeling that you are being set up? I had that feeling times ten. I could feel the pit of my stomach dropping out. Now, due to some unfortunate circumstances, I was alone for this Valentine's day, and had no truck with being set up.

We walked in, and I was amazed. It was every dream of every club I had ever played at, or imagined, rolled into one. The room was dark, and wood paneled, and the spotlight shone on a baby grand piano, resting on a small riser, surrounded by a drum set, a bass, and a trumpet, and trombone, both resting on stands. 4 microphones completed the ensemble.

Conversation was low as the lights dimmed. As our waitress took our drink order, Manhattan for John, Kelly, a Cosmo, Lite beers for Candy and Louis, and a Zasarac for me, the soft refrains of a voice thrummed out the words between bass riffs, and a soft brush on the snare drums...

"Sun lights up the day time, moon lights up the night, I light up when you call my name, you know I'm gonna treat you right. You give me fever..."

I turned around to see who was behind the sultriest voice I had ever heard, and I swear to God, my heart stopped. Folks, have you ever had that one moment of clarity in your life, when your insight goes beyond that? You live a lifetime in a moment? I damn sure did, and it hit me like an old building falling on me. Yvonne.

The year was 1987, and I was a senior in high school. Yvonne was 2 lockers down from me, and every time I saw her, she set my young heart a flame. I had more than a thing for her, and we tried dating one, but for whatever reason, it wasn't meant to be.

The break came, and John brought her over to our table by the hand. She stopped in her tracks, and said "I know that voice...". Standing up, I started to say something, but was smothered by breasts pressed up against me in a hug that crushed me. "God it's good to see you again!"

We all sat while the band was on a break, and talked about old times, and caught up. "Richard, come up and do a tune with me."

"It's your..."

Standing up and grabbing my hand, and a microphone, Yvonne said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a treat in store for you. A man I should never have let go has just dropped in from County Mayo, Ireland. He's going to sing a tune with me. Richard, come on up."

Applause came as the spot light hit me, and I gingerly walked up to the stage. I'm NOT a singer, I'm a musician, but I had been drafted. The music started, and I began to sing "Paper Moon."

We finished to applause, and I left the stage to watch her. Yvonne had certainly filled out since high school. Gone was that lanky, tall girl with no tits, braces, and a pony tail. She had been replaced by a willowy, sensual redhead, with small, yet perky breasts that were barely restrained by the black, low cut dress she wore.

Legs that ran up to her neck made me wonder of those knees to touch her ears. So, I was a bit of a pig in my own mind. Everyone went on their way, and I stayed to the end of the evening. Yvonne was escorted down from the stage, and sat down. We talked more of old times, caught up, and lost track of time.

I noticed that her eyes had seemed a bit unfocused, but didn't think much of it. As we talked, the club owner asked her if she'd lock up, and the answer was yes. Chatting more as we were alone, she asked me to start the jukebox, so we could dance.

After the music started, I took her in my arms, and we started swaying across the floor. "Yvonne, you seem a bit unsteady tonight."

She stopped, and said, "Richard, I am legally blind now. I can see shadows, but that's all." She told me the story of how it happened several years ago. I pulled her close to me, and just danced.

"Richard, why didn't you ever make a move on me all those years ago?"

"Shy, I guess."

Yvonne let her fingers trace my face, and kissed me. Slow at first, but deepening in intensity. Our tongues danced, and soon clothes were being loosened. As her dress fell to the floor, I moved my head down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Fingers ran through my hair, and pulled, as her head tilted back, and a moan escaped her lips.

"I've waited for this for too many years, and now it's mine" she said to me. I led her to the stage riser, and to the piano. As by instinct, she knew where the piano was and spun me around, pushing me on to the bench. Dropping to her knees, Yvonne took my cock into her warm mouth. Guys, I have had the pleasure of a blow job before, but this was unlike anything I have experienced. Her thick lips, and tongue worked expertly around my cock, and delicate fingertips caressed my balls, as she massaged me. Taking all of my cock into her mouth, I arched my back, feeling that all too telling sensation that I was cumming.

She must have sensed it too, because she took her thumb, and fore finger, and squeezed my cock gently, to stop me from cumming. "Ah ah ah... not yet."

I scooped her up, and laid her across the cool ebony finish of the piano top, and slid my face between her legs. My tongue, parting her sex for the first time, tasted ambrosia. From that moment, I could not stop. I had to make her cum. It was an obsession with me. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I eased my tongue inside her as she moaned, and pulled my face into her. I have never been with a woman that squirted before, but this was amazing! I heard panting, and felt her hips tremble.

"Oh God! Don't stop! Lick me God Dammit!" I kept going like a man possessed, and without warning, except for a squeal, I was blasted in the face by a wave of cum. It turned me on so much, I was dizzy with lust. Her hips locked around my head, as she bucked through her orgasm.

Catching her breath, she panted that she'd be right back. Hearing her pad off somewhere in the dark, I some rustling, and she came back with some items.

"Richard, it's time we were on an even playing field. I'm going to teach you what it's like to make love without using your eyes."

Tying a scarf around my eyes, she laid me back on the piano bench. I had to use my other senses. I could hear something, but could not recognize the sound. All of a sudden, I felt ice cold lips, and a frozen tongue around mu hard cock. Yvonne had put small bits of ice in her mouth and sucked me even harder than I was. Following that, she drank something very warm, and then took my cock back in her mouth, using the warm liquid to coat my cock, as she sucked me like never before. Back and forth she did this, and my head was spinning. My senses were on over load, and I could not hold back any more. Grabbing her head, I shoved myself all the way in her mouth. Wave after wave of cum shot into Yvonne's mouth. I came so hard, my back arched, and I could not stop.

Before she could recover, I flipped her over and laid her back on the piano top. Disappearing for a moment, I grabbed a bottle of champagne from behind the counter, and took a swig. Holding it in my mouth, I tiptoed up to her and wrapped my mouth around her clit. The bubbles from the champagne massaged her clit, as I sucked her into my mouth. She came instantly. Next I did the same to each nipple, as I drove her insane by slipping two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. I had her moaning, shrieking, and flailing about on the piano top, as I fucked her with my fingers, then, taking another swig of the bubbly, going down on her, and making her cum.

"Richard," she panted, "I'm begging you to stop. I can't take anymore. Just fuck me. Cum in me."

I laid on the bench again, and pulled her on top of me. Sliding down on me, I felt her wetness envelope me, as she moaned. Thrusting up, into her, I felt her tremble as another orgasm came upon her.

"Fuuuucccckkkkkkk!!!!" was the cry she let out, as Yvonne collapsed on me. Taking the moment, and not letting her recover, I took her nipple back in my mouth, and sucked, until she caught her breath.

Standing her up on shaky legs, I spun her around, and bent her over the piano key board. As her hands fell on the keys, the piano made an angry sound. Sliding my cock into her, I grabbed her hips, and slammed into her faster and faster. The small bit of hair that she had around her sex was wet and matted, as I drove deeper and harder into her, at her urging.

"Yvonne, cum with me, I can't hold back!!!"

"Cum! NOW!!!"

I exploded again and again as she screamed an animalistic sound, as we came together. I felt her juices flowing over my cock, as I spasmed inside her. Panting, sweaty, and shaky, we started to laugh softly.

"Richard, why didn't we do that in High School?" All I could do was laugh.

We've spent the last two weeks together, and I have brought her back to Ireland for a holiday. The sex has gotten better, and we have grown closer. As we have just returned today, I look forward to reading all the stories, from all of you, that I have missed over the last three weeks with her, and acting on some of the fantasies. Right now, it's off to the pub for some craic, and some music. Who knows what will happen in time, but for now, hand in hand...

I never feel a thing is real, when I'm away from you... Out of your embrace, the world's a temporary parking place A bubble for a minute You smile The bubble has a rainbow in it.

It's only a paper moon...