Warning: This 7500 word short story contains explicit scenes of an adult nature and is intended for mature audiences.
Teaching piano can lead to something more than the ivories being tickled...
It's been 8 long years since Veronica Williams lost her husband, and during that time she's remained celibate. She goes to work at the college teaching music appreciation and history, and in the evenings she gives private lessons to anyone who can afford them. Now Jeremy has walked into her life, a gifted prodigy with a talent for music that she has never experienced before. But, more than that, he excites and attracts her in ways she thought she had long put behind her, bringing out her exhibitionist side. But he's half her age! What's a music teacher to do when the student turns her on?
His fingers were long and delicate looking, perfect for playing the piano, or playing with a woman. I tried to shake the thought from my cerebral cortex so I could focus on the lesson. “Now, press all the keys at the same time to play your first chord.”
He struck a decent middle C chord, and we were off and running. Jeremy proved adept as a student, quickly picking up each direction I gave him. When I reached over to reposition his fingers, the touch of our hands made my pulse quicken and my body stiffen. I wiggled on the bench a few times which caused my skirt to rise higher and higher, and was pleased when he glanced down at my legs several times and seemed to become distracted enough to hit a few sour notes.
“Is everything OK, Jeremy?” I asked, trying not to smile.
“Well… it’s just… I don’t want to sound like a creep or anything, but your legs are very attractive and I can’t stop looking at them.”
I had the decency to blush, or at least pretend I was blushing, when in fact it was arousal I was feeling. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Should I go change?”
About the Author
I'm a writer who writes what she fantasizes about. All those hot stories about wives with other men... yes, those turn me on, and my husband seems to love it as much as I do when we explore these fantasies, both on paper and for real. Originally from eastern Europe, we now reside on the west coast of the United States, where the weather is always warm and sunny and the palm trees keep me shaded and happy.