Every note on the scale touched a different part of Jill. A middle C stimulated her solar plexus, right above the navel. C sharp sent a pleasant spark out along her right arm. D sent goosebumps racing along her back, from the base of her neck down to her coccyx.

D sharp was her right nipple. E was her right buttock. F was the nape of her neck. And F sharp ... was her favorite ... And so on right up the next C on the scale.

The “music suit” was another of Jill’s wildly experimental ideas. A tight fitting latex one piece fitted with small electrodes over strategic parts of the body. Each sensor responded to a different note on the scale by sending a rather robust stimulus to that region. The sensations varied subtlety with each note: a darting tongue, a warm caress, a deep tissue fondle, a cold blade, a small electric zap! Jill wriggled into her music suit. The texture was a shiny black with a faint gold circuit board pattern. Then she put on a stylish turtleneck and a tight pencil skirt. A wave of excitement rippled through Jill: Tonight - she was going to the symphony.

Jill was already a little aroused when she entered the grand symphony hall. She looked like a million dollars, and could feel hundreds of eyes exploring her every contour. She took her seat, and crossed her long dancer’s legs, feeling a throbbing dampness at her core.

The first piece was Gershwin’s Concerto in F. It was a full orchestra. Jill noticed the first violinist: an exceptionally attractive Asian girl in an outfit not unlike hers. The audience hushed, and the Concerto began. The first somber notes began to play, and suddenly Jill felt warm liquid fingers racing up her right thigh. They penetrated right to the bone, stimulating nerves she didn’t even know she had. She drew in a quick breath, trying to restrain herself. A soft buzz tickled the bottom of her left breast, and up into her nipple. Her clavicle lit up, and then an invisible hand was caressing her throat. Jill gasped and arched. This was working too well. And still no one, not even Jill’s two girlfriends noticed as she began to slowly writhe in her seat.

The pace of the music quickened. Jill gazed longingly at the violinist’s dark red lips and large eyes. She drew her bow across her violin in long pensive notes. And Jill became the violin. The notes were attacking her in more unexpected and exciting places. A warm glow encircled her pelvic crest. A moist tongue licked its way up her tummy, between her breasts. Fingertips played along the nape of her neck. Jill’s face was a flushed red now. A sharp electric surge went through both nipples, and another snaked up her left thigh and disappeared into her soaking mound.

Jill arched steeply and groaned. An old man two rows up turned around and looked. She smiled back politely just as an ice cube slid down her spine and melted into the cleft of her squirming ass. She gripped her chair with white knuckles, praying for that A flat to never end. The violinist looked up. Her gaze met Jill’s. Could she know what she was doing? Something in her eyes seemed to say yes.

Jill could stand it no longer. As the music reached its crescendo, Jill rolled her eyes up and bit her lip hard. It was all she could do to stifle a scream. Two hands slid around her slender waist. Small breaths blew into her ear. A feather tickled her right calf. And a cold blade brushed against her right hip. There was the unmistakable smell of sex in the air. And then the violinist played a strong F sharp. Something nibbled her G-spot.

Jill slammed against her seat. Fortunately the music was loud now. Only several people noticed. And then the pretty violinist looked up at Jill, and smiled. The orgasm tore through Jill’s body just as the crowd burst into applause. Her scream was drowned out by their cheers.

Murmurs of praise filled the lobby as the crowd spilled out onto the street. Jill could barely walk, as her body was still quaking. She was holding onto the banister for support. Her friend Lori asked her if everything was all right.

“Of course, it was an incredible performance,” Jill managed to say.

She giggled to herself, feeling the stickiness between her thighs. They finally made it out onto the sidewalk. Jill let out a deep sigh, looking forward to a long bath at home later tonight. Then ... a soft tickle began behind her right knee. It shot up her spine and disappeared into her left armpit. What now? Then she heard the sirens of the approaching fire engines. Every note on the scale and everything in between! Jill started to spasm. Someone would have to carry her home tonight...