Working in the Grammar School's basement music room was not exactly how I planned to spend my afternoon. But in the second practice room along, working away, is where I was at 4:45 p.m last Tuesday.
I was so completely lost in my playing I didn't notice when he tapped on the long slender glass window.
In a few minutes, I began to get the strangest feeling I was being watched, so I glanced around and my heart nearly jumped a beat at the sight of him leaning on the door, listening to me. I wasn't expecting him to get out of work so early; it was a nice surprise.
His laughter is a pleasant sound after hours of endless concentration. That wicked smile he gives me as he enters the room every week makes me melt.
He enters so quietly; I rarely hear him approach.
He doesn't like to disturb my playing, but knows how I do love a very different kind of play.
He knows I love his visits; I love that confidence in him.. if only because he is so bloody funny and makes me smile for no reason.
His rough dark hair and sexy eyes play the largest part in making my stomach flutter & my lips ache for him constantly; that oh-too-familiar warm, wet sensation engulfing me every time I'm around him.
We both know what we want; we have a language like no other lovers.
I must have licked my lips subconsciously because when I got up to embrace him, he had a sly grin playing around on his lips when he whispered real low in my ear, "I believe I have a little something for those....your lips, I mean"
He could feel my heat, could feel I was being driven wild solely by his voice & his loving grasp of my arms.. and yet, I swear he'd never have known how much I'd loved to feel a nice firm cock, throbbing under the pressure of my tongue as I'd lick pre-cum off a taught head.
"How are you, darling? Got much practice done?" he questions me, but what catches my attention is his hand in front of my face, so close I could swear he was about to swat my little pink nose. "Yes" is about all I can think to mumble as my mind is still dabbling with thoughts of his enlarged cock pressing on my soft, moist lips while I lightly trace the smooth slit being exposed on the tip of the head.
I decide I had better sit down on the stool again and offer him listen to a newly-learnt Russian Sonata.
I feel so horny.
It's best I play while he is talking to me so he won't notice my occasional glances at his crotch. I just can't help myself. I want to feel it at the back of my throat.. now, and feeling him standing so near is making my inner thighs tingle with anticipation.
The hands in my mind are exploring my own flesh ruthlessly while I dream about him again. At school. We won't get caught, will we?
His hands rest on my shoulders, and as he is leaning over to look into my face he asks, "Are you all right?"
"Yes and no." He knows what I want, damn him.
He whispers into my ear with a wry smile on his face, "Just tell me what's bothering you?" He presses on while he slowly begins to rub my shoulders, placing his thumbs just below my neck making soft lazy circles & causing me to let out a small moan.
He squats down behind me on the piano stool, placing his right hand on my right leg about midway up my thigh; his fingers splayed so his index finger is less than 2 inches away from grazing the now wet area of my dark jeans.
Not dark enough to miss the fact they're wet. "Oh baby, what do you want?" My cheeks are flushed as my whole pussy aches for his fingers to come close.
I push my face into his shoulder and softly whisper it's him I want.
His hand moving slowly between us, over my stomach, brushing lightly over my left arm as he reaches to push back my messy curly hair and turn my face to him. "You are so very sexy, it drives me crazy."
His eyes fill with a sparkle as he turns to brush over my lips with his; just lightly and slow at first, until he feels me begin to return this kiss.
My mind is in a whirl and my heart is racing as his tongue moves across my bottom lip, gently tugging into his mouth for a short but sensual session of sucking and licking.
I make one last weak effort to push him away for fear we'll be caught by a passing teacher, but it's not what I want. I don't have the strength to resist him.. my whole body now in a magnetic force with his.
And then I feel his cock is hard, pressing against his trousers, begging to be released as he pushes back against my thighs.
A soft moan escapes my mouth between long, soft drawn-out kisses, each one out-performing the other.
I squirm; however much I want this, we cannot chance what we may risk losing. It's so dangerous! But the more I feel his hands caressing my back and his fingertips trailing my spine, I just can't pull away. "Here" he whispered, holding his hand out for me to take and pulling me to my feet.
My face meets his. He is leaning in to kiss me again, our tongues softly touching between his slightly parted lips.
I trace his lower lip with my tongue; so slow I can feel his cock beginning to throb with a strong urgency. "Oh God I need you" he moans.
I manage to gasp my affectionate lust back, my voice surprisingly deep & throaty.
Suddenly, he drops to his knees, never looking away from my eyes as he unfastens the button on my tight blue jeans.
He slowly unzips.
He starts kissing every part of me now exposed by the V-shaped opening.
Working his way back up my soft tummy, he stands up to slide his hands under my top, pulling it swiftly over my head.
Reality's sinking in. Again, I begin to worry as I stand there in my open jeans and pretty black satin bra, wondering what I would do if someone came to the door.
He brings his hand up to my face, brushes his fingers over my right cheek while he pulls me close again, his left hand cupped under my bottom.
