I was on my bed, naked, following my strict routine of intense masturbation, my legs were spread and uncovered. I had one of my buttplugs shoved deep ...nto my ass, the one that extends like a really big and black fox tail. My right hand was doing its art on my pussy, the left one tended to my rock-hard nipples. It had been increasingly difficult to cum for me in the last months, no matter how horny I was. I had found no satisfaction in the few men I had tasted, nor in women, and porn did almost. So I count sheep and try practicing scales on my flute. But nothing brings sleep. Then, from the building across the courtyard, comes the faint sound of a cello playing the lush melody of Duke Ellington's "Satin Doll:" Cigarette holder which wigs me Over her shoulder, she digs me. Out cattin' that satin doll.Lifting my flute, I join in on the second verse.The cello hesitates at the unexpected intrusion, but I rush ahead, filling the silence. After a few beats, the cello resumes. When our duet. "(...Imagining. Oh my; now I'm looking at her legs. I can't stop myself. Wrapped in those, what is it? Stockings? Hold-ups? Tights? Please don't be hold ups or tights. Please let it be stockings. Black, broad mesh and spots. Is there nothing about her that hasn't turned me on? I hope she can't see me squirming.)"I know. So many men ask me about my fantasies."(Really? I'm not surprised. I'm living one out right now and trying desperately to maintain some level of cool-ness. This place is really. Thick legs, big arms, nice belly and the only place he doesn’t have hair is the bottoms of his feet and his palms. His hair is a nice shade of red, thus his nickname, Rusty. He is in his late 30’s with the nicest smile and the greenest eyes I have seen. His white teeth shine through his red beard when he smiles and it completely melts any resistance I have about offering up my ass to him although I consider myself a top.He proceeds to lay me back on the bed and takes my clothes off, slowly.