Mark's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He was a bit surprised he had any reception as he hiked in the Berkshires. He looked at the screen to see Li was calling from New York.
"Hi Li, what's up?"
"Hi Mark, are you up in the Berkshires?"
"Yup, up here visiting my uncle. I'm hiking and surprised to have a signal. What's up with you?"
"There's a group of us planning to take a bus up to Tanglewood on Saturday. I thought you might like to meet us there. It can't be far from where you are."
"Yea, cool, that's the Yoyo Ma concert. I was planning to check it out, but had no one to go with. I'd love to meet you. It's really close to here. Are you spending the weekend here?"
"No, the bus is supposed to take us back after the concert."
"There's plenty of room here if you want to stay. Let me ask my uncle when I get back and I'll call you. But, definitely we'll meet at the concert."
"Okay, call me back this evening. It'll be good to see you."
"Oh, Li, likewise."
Mark almost jumped for joy. He really liked Li, but had never had the guts to ask her out. She was such a talented violinist and so good looking. Li was Asian, slim, small breasted, tight bodied, five foot five inches tall, with a truly beautiful face. She always seemed to be smiling and was friendly with everyone. Mark had dark saggy hair and a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. He was just a bit taller than Li, but also had a slim body kept in shape by his running.
Li was studying to be a classical violinist. Mark was in the same school studying computer technology to learn recording and sound enhancement. In other words he was the geek and she was the talented performer. They had shared many a coffee break and talked often, but he was too afraid of rejection if he pushed too hard. He ended his hike and almost ran back to his uncle's house. He wanted to ask if Li could stay for the weekend. Then he had to think of a way to get her back to New York. He knew he had a chance to get close to Li without seeming pushy if he could organize everything for her to have an enjoyable weekend.
He got back to the house and found his uncle digging in the garden. His t-shirt was soaked and highlighted his powerful body. His white mane was swaying with his movements as he dug.
"Hey, Uncle Tom, one of my friends from college just called to say she was coming up for the Yoyo Ma concert at Tanglewood. Can we give her a room for the weekend? She is taking a bus up with other friends, and she said they are going right back after the concert. I told her I would ask you if she could stay."
"Sure Mark, she could use the little guest room on the second floor. But we don't have room for any others. Is she a close friend?"
"We've never dated, but I'd like to become closer if possible. This seems like a great chance. I have to find a way to get her back to New York on Monday."
Uncle Tom smiled knowingly, "Okay, then we'd better plan this well. You know, you need to organize the concert part as well as her staying here. We can set up her room this evening and if you really like her why don't you drive her to New York yourself? You can take my car; I'll use the pickup while you are gone."
"Uncle Tom you're so cool. That would be great I just hope I don't blow this. What do you mean about organizing the concert?"
"Well, you know Tanglewood on a nice Saturday evening can have as many as ten thousand spectators on that lawn, so you have to get there early to get a good space. Also most people forget the concerts don't start until eight thirty and last until eleven or so. People show up in shorts and t-shirts and are freezing by the end of the concert. You'll need food, drink, a sweater, and a pillow or two. Find out if the others are bringing food, if not you can be the hero and bring the dinner. I have an old basket with plates and everything."
Mark called Li and told her his uncle had offered a room and his car so Mark could drive Li back to New York. She sounded truly happy to accept. She could stay, but had to be back in the city by Monday evening for a practice session.
"I can get enough food and drink for four people, but not more. The basket only has four plates and glasses," he told her.
"Well, there is a big group, but really only five of us are close and want to be together. Can't we get some paper plates, or something so we can all be together?"
"Sure, I'll figure out something. I'll get all the food and drink. You guys can't bring all that stuff from the city in a bus," he said. "I hope the bus will get there early. My uncle said we should try to get our spot by seven or so, otherwise we'll be way in the back and won't see anything. Hold on, I've got an idea. I'll lay out the blanket. You guys call me when you get here, and I'll tell you where I'm located."
"That's cool, it really sounds like fun. I'll tell the others and call you to let you know when the bus should be there," Li answered. "Should I bring a sleeping bag for your uncle's?"
"No, you'll have a nice room all to yourself," Mark said, hoping to make her feel relaxed about staying. "We have everything you'll need. You'll see it's really nice here."
"Can't wait. I'll call again later," and she was gone.
Mark decided to ask his uncle to help him with the planning. He figured he should tell him he was hoping to hook up with Li. Maybe Uncle Tom had some ideas. They started by organizing the food and then Tom told Mark to take an extra blanket.
"By the end of the evening many people are really cold, so if you have an extra blanket to offer, she might just snuggle up close," Tom told him. "If you want to be this girl's hero, keep her warm so she can enjoy the music."
They put together two parcels for Mark to carry. One was the picnic basket with the food and utensils, the other was a bag with a plastic tarp, two blankets, a pillow, a hoodie for Mark, and a big fluffy sweater for Li. Tom gave Mark all the information he needed and they laughed at their conspiratorial tone.
Saturday was a beautiful, clear day. The feeling of full summer in the hills made the lush countryside smell moist and sweet. Mark checked and rechecked all the supplies for the evening concert. He talked to Li just before she boarded the bus. He told her everything was set and to just give him a call as soon as they were in the parking lot. He had scoped out where the buses parked so he could give precise directions to his spot on the lawn.
At seven o'clock he bought his ticket and headed for the center front of the lawn. He was astounded to find he barely had room to spread out his blanket.
"Wow, I guess Uncle Tom really knows his stuff," he thought as he set up his picnic. He was dead center just a few yards back from the shed. Uncle Tom had told him they could stand and see the performers from there, as well as hear really well. Obviously others knew this trick, because he was completely surrounded by seven twenty. He couldn't even see the grass in his area, and the spectators kept streaming into the park. The people close to him were all eating their dinners. Not far away, two men had set a little table with napkins and a candle. The older couple on his right were speaking French and drinking wine. They had brought their plates and cheese in a backpack. The family behind him had rolled in a big cooler and chairs. Mark remembered Uncle Tom telling him he would see everything. Some men dressed with ties and jackets, some in shorts and flip-flops. Some women wore flowing dresses, and others were almost in bathing suits. The meals ran from nachos and sodas to fully catered affairs, and all side by side on the lawn.
Mark began to nibble on the chicken salad he had made with his uncle, but he saved the wine for when Li arrived. At eight o'clock his cell rang and he gave Li the directions to his spot. He told her there really was only room for the six of them and the others would have to find their own space.
"Awesome Mark, I'm so glad you saved this spot," Li cried as she saw him. "I never would have thought it would be this crowded. The others will be in the next county!"
"Well, we're all set," said Mark. "Get comfortable, and we'll start eating. There's some chicken salad, slices of a great smoked ham, some cheeses, a salad, and lots of brownies. We have some wine and water. If you want anything else you can run to the concession stand and get it. There's plenty of time."
Li fell into Mark's arms, saying, "You are so cool to have organized all this. I'm so glad I called you!"
She hugged him for longer than was necessary in a simple greeting. She stroked his hair and pulled his head down to give him a light kiss. Mark was astonished but delighted as he held Li tightly. When she stepped back to drop her bag and sit down, Mark looked at her and smiled. She was wearing a tight spaghetti strap top that molded to her forms. Clearly she wore no bra, as there were no other straps. He could see the dark points of her breasts pushing against the light material. Her top ended just above her waistline and revealed her flat belly. The curve of her lower tummy below her belly button was apparent and very alluring. Her little skirt hugged the curves of her hips, but flared in ruffles to mid thigh. Her light brown legs were shapely and bare all the way to her strappy sandals. He admired her look of summer sexiness, and rejoiced in the thought she might later need him for warmth.
The group began chatting and telling of their summer. They all started eating and joking with each other as they lay on the blanket. Mark offered some wine to all, but discovered he hadn't brought a corkscrew. He looked to their neighbors and asked the elderly couple to their right if they had one. The woman rummaged in their backpack and produced it with a flourish. Mark pulled the cork easily. As he poured for both of them, Li returned the corkscrew, saying, "Merci.'"
They smiled and told her, in French, to enjoy the wine and the concert. Li briefly spoke with them in French and turned back to Mark. She took the glass of wine, and said.
"It's so cool you set all this up. The food and wine are super, and the whole atmosphere is exceptional. I never would have thought a classical concert could be such a festival," she said, taking Mark's hand. "We all decided to come up at the last minute; we just wanted to hear Yoyo Ma play, but none of us had been here before. You saved the day; we wouldn't have even brought food."
They continued eating and telling stories about their summer until the bell rang for the music to begin. Mark quickly put away the food and organized the blanket for everyone to sit on for the concert. He took out the extra blanket and folded it as a head rest for Li. He told her to stretch out and put her head on the pillow. As she lay back, her skirt slid up to the top of her thighs, but she didn't move to pull it down.
They looked at the stars as the music began. They let the sounds flow over them and fell into the moods it inspired. The first piece was a stunning rendition of a cello concerto. When it was over both Li and Mark were on their feet applauding. They noticed the older couple beside them was also on their feet. Yes, it had been a moving performance!
After the intermission, Li told Mark she felt a little cold.
"I have an extra sweater for you and we can wrap up in the blanket we used as a cushion," he said. "Oh, I forgot, there is a pillow in the bag, so we will be comfy."
"Oh, Mark, you thought of everything. Yes, I'll take the sweater and let's use the blanket."
Mark gave her the sweater and started to wrap her in the blanket, but she said, "Let's share, and wrap it around both of us."
The music began again: they became lost on the rich tones and rhythms while looking at the stars. Wrapped in the blanket, Mark gently pulled Li against his chest. She draped her left leg over his hips and pulled his head to her shoulder. Mark's heart soared as he nestled against her. He rolled onto his side and began to softly caress her. The music continued to transport them into their own world, away from the crowd on the lawn and away from all their friends.
Li tenderly took Mark's hand and slid it under her sweater and top. His fingers glided over her warm silky skin. He caressed her belly and the sides if her ribs, but Li wanted more. She again took his hand and placed it over her delicate welcoming breast. He could feel her taut nipple, already erect. He was sure she was not cold, so she must be excited. He held her entire breast for a moment. His fingers then began to draw circles around the areola. His circles were timed with the music and got closer to the center with each crescendo and retreated as the sounds faded. Li's breathing began to mimic his movements and the rhythm of the concert. Her leg moved along his hip as she held him tighter.
The symphony became louder and Mark's fingers pulled on Li's nipple. She drew in her breath as if in ecstasy, and her leg tried to squeeze his hip. As the crescendo built she took his hand and placed it under her skirt. He felt her wetness through her tiny thong.
"Take it off," she whispered in his ear. "I want you to make me come to this masterpiece."
Trying to be discrete, Mark slipped the little cotton triangle down her legs and over her feet. Li pulled one leg up over his belly and whispered, "Touch me, stroke me, please Mark!"
Mark's fingers felt her soft sparse fur and slid along her outer lips, coating her entire sex with her nectar. Slowly, and again in rhythm with the music, he stroked her lips with two fingers while letting a third slide between them. He slid deeper on each passage as he rubbed the full length of her seam. The tempo increased and Mark inserted two fingers, pumping in perfect cadence. He could feel Li pushing against his fingers in equal tempo. Their bodies, and lust, were being driven by the orchestra and the powerful symphony.
Mark drove in a third finger as the masterpiece increased in pace and volume. His thumb found her little bud and circled it, again in rhythm. Li moaned into his neck and sighed between clenched teeth, "I'm in heaven, Mark. Make me come at the final crescendo. I've always wanted to do this!" She put her arms around him and ground her hips against his invading hand
He slid his other hand under her sweater and found a nipple. The concert was reaching its climax so Mark pushed his fingers deeply into Li's soaking tunnel. His thumb drummed against her clit and his other fingers pinched her nipple in cadence.
At the final bars of music Li cried into Mark's neck and he could feel her tunnel gripping his fingers, pulsing with the final beat of the orchestra. Her arms squeezed him tightly and she pushed hard with her hips to stop his movements and to hold him tightly.
The entire crowd erupted in wild applause. Almost everyone leapt to their feet cheering frantically, but Li and Mark were much slower to rise. Eventually they stood up wrapped in their blanket, Li unsteady and still panting.
"Man, wasn't that awesome?" cried one of Li's friends. Li turned to Mark and almost completely lost it!
As they packed up and started to leave, the older couple that had offered the corkscrew walked by, winked, and quietly said, "Spectacular performance!"
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