Piano Lesson

"He also excited me. Sometimes I wasn't sure if I could cope not being able to touch him. I wanted to brush my fingers against his hair. I wanted to kiss him and know how he tasted. Just the smell of his deodorant would turn me on. I imagined kneeling over him and feeling him beneath me."

Kate suddenly realised what she was saying. She felt her face reddening again. "Sorry, I've said too much."

"Please go on. What did you want him to do to you?"

"Well, okay, I guess." Kate cleared her throat. She closed her eyes, thinking back to those days at school. "I wanted him to touch me, to stroke my bum, I wanted to feel his hands beneath my skirt, brushing against the edge of my knickers. I wanted to his mouth on my neck, lips moving down to my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples, his fingers grazing my pussy." She felt a moan escape her mouth. "I wanted..."

Before she had chance to carry on she felt lips on hers. Nat started to kiss her, gently at first but soon she felt her mouth opening so that the kiss could be deeper. His hands moved to hold her face, he started to kiss her cheek, slowly moving his kisses down her neck.

She moved closer, found herself sitting on his lap, legs either side of his, his hands moving to hold her bum, to pull her close.

His mouth found the edge of her blouse and rested at the top button, just above her breasts, he stopped. Was he teasing her?

"Sorry," he whispered. "I'm your teacher and this is meant to be your piano lesson." She felt herself whimpering in response but managed to hold it in.

He helped her move back to the piano stool and she moved again to the piano keys. She felt like she had missed her chance and the sadness of it went to her depths. The longing from all those years ago had taken hold and surprised her. She felt rejected and it was a struggle to hold her tears back but she was strong and she wasn't going to let him see how much he had affected her. She could go home and sob but for now Nat could watch her play.

"With everything we've just discussed, with what you felt I want you to try and play again. Use those emotions in your playing."

Kate turned and started to play, she was able to use the passion, the memories of what it felt to be touched, the feel of his lips on hers, even the sorrow was evident in the way her fingers manipulated the keys. She licked her lips as she played, her breasts again moving with her deep breaths. She knew he was close but she didn't let it distract her, instead continuing to feel the music flowing through her.

She finished the piece and saw him staring right at her, his eyes were enough to make her yearn for his touch again. She wanted to experience something new and different, something exciting. She wanted to know what it was like to be loved by a man like Nat, or really by Nat himself.

"That was incredible. Just beautiful. I don't think we need to practice that anymore." His admiration was clear and Kate felt a swell of pride, earlier rejection fading slightly. "I'm afraid we might have to try scales now. Sorry but it must be done. I shall try to make it more fun for you though."

"Ok," Kate's fingers ran up and down the keys, wondering how scales could ever be fun.

"Can I ask something?"

"Yeah, okay," her head stretched to look at him, he was behind her again.

"Keep doing the scales. I was wondering, the guy you spoke about, who was it?"

Kate's palms went sweaty and she struggled not to let herself shake with anxiety. She couldn't look at him. "It was you," she managed to murmur.

Lips instantly touched her neck, she paused again. She felt the sensation all the way through her body.

"Don't stop playing, if you stop I stop," he teased. He moved her hands back to the piano and whispered her ear. "I wanted you then too but I knew I couldn't I would have lost my job. Teacher's aren't allowed to have relationships with students. But I remember our last lesson, I could tell you were getting wet just from being near me."

She shuddered from the memory, from his touch. His lips moved back to her neck, kissing her softly, moving her collar so that he could kiss lower.

"The thought of you being wet makes me hard," he said between kisses. "It makes me want to find out how wet you really are."

His hands reached round her and he slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. She was desperate to stop playing to turn and touch him but she knew stopping would make him stop and the need pulsating through her would not let that happen either.

He nibbled her ear as he continued to unbutton her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt so he could undo it completely. His hands grazed her naked hips as he started to move them up against her flesh. His hands moved up slowly, stroking her with care.

"Your body is incredible, I could stroke it and kiss it all day," she felt herself on the edge of a moan.

At that point his hands found her breasts and a moan escaped her lips. Fingers that were used to teasing the keys of a piano were now expertly touching and teasing her nipples. She lent forward, pushing her breasts further into his hands, to feel his touch, to feel satisfaction after the years of wanting him, needing him.

Her fingers could no longer find the keys.

His hands pulled back, "what did I tell you?" she heard in her ear.

"Please," she begged.

"Then play your scales, or am I going to have to punish you, Kate?"

Her moan reverberated round her body.

"Just play with the left hand," the request confused her but he was her teacher and she was obedient to his demands.

As she played with her left hand he moved her right and took off the right side of her blouse.

"Now the right," again she submitted to his demands. He took her blouse off fully and dropped it to the floor. His lips moved to her back, caressing her with his mouth. She continued to play, knowing that even just a pause would cause him to stop. She felt him undo her bra and his hands moved to hold her breasts, claiming them for his own. He kissed and sucked her neck like he had wanted and need her for so long.

She managed to pause long enough for him to take her bra off. He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs as he continued to kiss her neck, she moved her head to the side so she could experience even more of his soft lips on that intensely sensitive part of her body. She could feel the wetness in her knickers. Her arousal was overwhelming and yet this was just beginning of what he had in store for her.

One hand continued to play with her breast, stroking it, teasing and twisting the nipple but the other hand was moving. Kate realised her playing had stopped when she felt the hand pause on her stomach.

"Keep playing or I walk away," he growled.

She resumed her playing, enjoying being teased but wanting to fight it at every step, wanting to immerse herself in the pleasure that was radiating through her.

The second hand slipped under the waistband of her skirt and stroked her pussy outside of her knickers. He really did have the hands of an artist.

"You're soaking wet, it has gone through your knickers, just like the day you ran out of my piano lesson." She tried to ignore what he was doing and saying, tried to ignore the anticipation of what was still to come. "I want to know what you taste like, I want to feel your wetness around my cock."

She took a deep breath, not knowing how much longer she could manage ignoring the touch of his fingers.

"Please let me kiss you and touch you."

"Not yet Kate, I have been very controlled up until now, I'm just getting started." He moved his fingers, dipping them into her knickers and out again, she wondered if he was going to let her stop playing. He moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked them. "You taste good but I want to taste your pussy properly, lick it hard with my tongue, I want to make you moan and scream my name."

The depth of his voice whispering in her ear sent shivers running through her body. His hand moved back down her stomach.

"Keep playing those scales," the rumbling noise came from deep inside him, "while I have a little play as well."

His hand dipped under the waistband of her skirt and her knickers this time. She felt his finger grazing her clit, she moaned and sank her body into his.

"It sounds like you want me," he laughed. "You can't even imagine how much I want you." He continued to rub her clit, feeling it become harder underneath the tip of his finger, the wetness covering his fingers and hand.

He moved lower, causing her to struggle with her playing but she continued, missing key notes.

"I think someone's concentration is waning slightly. I don't think this will help," suddenly he thrust one finger inside of her, moving it in and out as his thumb continuing to rub her clit. Her head lent back, her brain swimming with need, arousal and pleasure.

He continued to kiss any part of her body he could touch while he moved a second finger inside her to explore and excite her.

"Oh God," she managed to whisper.

"I don't think he's going to help you," he joked between kisses and he continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, pushing in again and again.

Her moans were beyond her control. She moved her body in time with his fingers, trying to feel him deeper. The tightness of her pussy made her desire greater.

"I'm so hard right now, I want to fuck you endlessly until you come again and again." She could hear a smile on his lips, feel it as he kissed her hot naked flesh.

She felt the pleasure building inside of her. As his fingers thrust repeatedly in her pussy she was sure she was going to come, he sensed this and slowed down. Kate struggled not to moan, to complain but he was just teasing her. His fingers suddenly went deeper than before and her moans were loud and unrelenting. His other hand continued to play with her nipples, moving from one to another, giving her pleasure in all of her body, causing her to ache in new ways never felt before.

"Come for me Kate," he demanded with such a soft voice. "I want to feel you orgasm around my fingers."

That was all it took to send her over the edge. She came hard, her fingers slipping off the keys, breathing out of control, head thrown back in pleasure as he held on to her, wanting to feel the endless orgasmic waves running through her.

"That was incredible," he whispered as her breathing started to settle, her heartbeat slowing down, he almost had her mewing in response to what he had done. "Although your scales still need some work."

He moved to kiss her neck again and stroke her nipples gently.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked as he turned her round and kissed her mouth softly.

She kissed him back with an intensity that displayed her exhilaration. She managed to pull away for a moment and just held his face in her hands. She looked him in the eyes, hers on fire with excitement.

"Yes," she breathed. "But now I want to hear you play for me."

His brow furrowed again. He moved his hands, rubbing them up her legs under her skirt, his thumbs stroking up her inner thighs. She swatted his hands away.

"No, I want to hear you play the piano," he complied but there was reluctance as he moved. He took a seat at the piano stool, closed his eyes and began to play so beautifully that it made Kate blissfully happy. She almost forgot what she had been planning.

She pulled her skirt and knickers down and pushed them to one side. He didn't know what her intentions were as he was lost in the music, not even seeing that she was kneeling down next to him. She felt him flinch as she rubbed her hand against his clothed cock. He was hard already, he hadn't been lying about how she made him feel.

She continued to stroke him, the feel of his hard cock underneath her hands increased her wetness further. Kate undid his trousers, pulling the zipper down. His lack of underwear surprised her and excited her even more. His cock was freed from his trousers and Kate eagerly licked her lips. It was hard and throbbing in her hands. It felt powerful and she enjoyed the feel of it, enjoyed stroking it, running her hand down the shaft as it moved in her hand.

"Oh," his whispered.

Kate smiled, "Don't stop playing now, you stop then I stop" she teased.

As his fingers moved over the keys she moved her mouth down, knowing his eyes were closed and that he had no idea what she was intending to do to him.

She licked the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum before moving her tongue down his shaft. She continued to stroke him, her saliva now making her hand travel smoothly up and down his hard, swollen dick. She licked him, using all the strength of her tongue before sucking the top of his penis.

She felt him wiggle beneath her, the effect of her mouth spurring her on, she wanted to pleasure him fully. She wanted him to struggle to breathe, hands to forget there was a piano in front of him.

Her mouth opened further and suddenly, without warning she enveloped his thick aching cock with her wet mouth, swiftly sucking as far down as she could, taking as much of him inside her before she rapidly sucked him hard mouth towards the head. Her teeth grazed one side of his cock while her tongue roughly stroked the other side. Pleasure and pain meeting together before she used all her power to suck the head, suck the pre-cum, using all the strength and ability of her mouth to feed his desire.

"Fucking hell, what did you just do?" he said, his words coming out as one big breath. His hands fell off the piano and he caressed her hair. He looked down imploring her.

Kate looked back, her big eyes displaying her confusion and innocence, while the devilish grin around his cock told a different story.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck no, keep going," he begged like a man who had never known the feel of a powerful, cock shuddering blow job.

She smiled again, a grin of naughtiness forming on her lips, "Hands back on the piano then Mr Chapman," she said emphasising each word. Her lips moving, reminding him of what they could do, her tongue flicking out, causing him to groan with deep need.

His hands moved back to the piano and just as quickly she started to suck him again. Her mouth engulfing him, moving up and down, her tongue licking him, her teeth grazing the full length of his cock. She let saliva drip from her mouth on to his cock, she wanted to bring him close to climax. All that time spent being teased and fingered by him, it was his turn to feel the earth shattering arousal that made a person writhe with desperation. Her mouth started moving faster along his shaft as her hand glided in time, her slurping noises audible. She felt him tense, his hands falling off the keys but this time she didn't stop.

"Oh God, you are incredible," he moaned, the noise coming from deep inside. His head back, eyes closed in completely ecstasy.

She sucked just the head again, causing him to suck in his own breathe in response. She kept sucking as hard as she could until suddenly she felt him grab her.

She looked at him scared, terrified that she had done something wrong or that she had hurt him.

He could see the fear in her eyes. "Don't worry, I just didn't want to come in your mouth, I want to come inside you." He whispered stroking her hair, kissing her on the mouth, his passion overwhelming her.

"I want you more than I thought possible," he send gently in her ear.

She stood in front of him, hunger and desire coursing through her, making her skin tingle from her toes to her fingertips. She was feeling things that were alien to her, a passion that had been out of her reach all this time.

She bent down to undo his shoes, throwing them to one side as he took off his shirt.

"Oh my God, all those years you kept that amazing body hidden," she said struggling not to just stare at his chiseled body. His abs made her want to stroke and kiss him again, her mouth salivating at the thought of kissing and licking down his body to that little bit of hair that would lead her back to his glorious cock. Just looking at him had her soaking, her wetness dripping down the inside of her leg.

"You're stunning as well, I want to spend hours exploring your body, running my hands all over you, kissing your inner thighs until your begging for my tongue. I could stare at your gorgeous body for hours." He pushed his trousers all the way down and off, his shirt on the floor as well. His cock was erect and pulsating.

"Come here," he growled at her.

She moved slowly, sitting on his lap, moving his cock against her clit, the need inside her increasing at great speed. She couldn't tease herself any longer, she shifted slightly so she could guide his cock into her impatient and demanding pussy.

His cock was big, much bigger than she had ever had before.

She felt it fill her cunt fully. She groaned as his hands moved to stroke her bum and his mouth found her nipples.

He licked each nipple, even with the lust in his eyes he managed to slow everything down. Licking gently at first before taking a nipple between his teeth and sucking it. She stroked his head, in awe at all the ways he made her body hum. She hadn't known that sex could be like this, normally it was a quick doggy style wham bam in the guy's bed before he slept and ignored her lack of orgasm, sometimes she wondered if she was even wet.

She ran her hands through his hair, the need to touch overwhelming her. He looked up at her as he licked her nipple, brushing his tongue against the underside of her breast. She could see a euphoric smile claiming his face. Every move, ever lick and stroke was about bringing her pleasure, heightening her satisfaction, dragging her close to the best orgasm of her life.

She felt his hands on her bum, urging her to move. She felt her body grind slowly at first, feeling his cock move inside her. She started to rock back and forth on his dick, feeling it deeper each time. Soon they were in rhythm, they searched each other's mouths with their tongues.

She ran her nails down his back, feeling every muscle beneath her fingertips. She continued to rock back and forth feeling the walls of her vagina tight around him, driving her hips, getting faster with each movement, feeling his cock thrusting into her. He tried to slow her down with his hands on her hips but he knew how much she needed it, how much she wanted to be fucked hard, penetrated by him.

His hands moved back to her bum, rocking her forward so that he could pound into her, feeling her hard erect nipples again his chest. She held on tight while moaning in his ear.

"I want you to make me come harder than ever before," her words caused him to pull on her arse, helping her pussy feel him deeper.

She moaned, feeling herself bounce up and down on his legs, the slow grinding replaced with a frantic pace. Her moans were causing him to meet his own climbing arousal quicker than expected. He felt himself get closer, remembering the sensations that her mouth gave him, needing her pussy to clench his cock tightly. He could feel her wetness around his cock, gripping him.

She forced her mouth on to his, kissing him deeply and passionately, wanting to feel him close. His hands moved again to her hips, urging her faster and faster. Her pussy got tighter and wetter, they were getting closer to coming. Her tongue found his before she leant back, she wanted to feel every inch deep inside her. The way she was riding him was agonising on her clit, she could feel it rubbing against him, causing her endless waves of pleasure throughout her body. He moved her right nipple to his mouth again, holding it in his teeth as he used just the tip of his tongue to tease before he sucked hard.

Her nails were in his shoulders, she ground her pussy against him feeling his whole cock throbbing inside of her, her clit rubbing against him with increased pressure and desire. He thrust upwards with each movement of her hips, her moans ran through him as her thighs shook, her nipples and breasts sensitive to his touches.