slippinginnocence: The Piano Lesson Olivia was nervous. She was always nervous when it came to the piano lessons she attended every Saturday. More specifically, it had to do with her tutor. Mr. Asher Sanders was an appealing man. She felt attracted to him, and didn’t know how to act. She felt insignificant to him because of the cool demeanor he showed her. She had caught him staring, though. Once when Olivia had bent down to pack everything in her bag she had turn to see him looking at her legs, which were bare except for the skirt she’d worn. He was very handsome. His dark hair was curly and soft looking; his eyes were a hazel color, that often turned green when in her presence. He was also tall, with a lithe form. He wasn’t to much older, 26 years compared to her 18. She was going to seduce him. If she failed, there was nothing to lose. She would be embarrassed and she would definitely get a new tutor. But after that she would make sure to never see him again. She had to at least try. She arrived at his apartment quickly and he ushered her into his living room. It only consisted of a couch with a coffee table, several bookshelves filled with musty books, and his piano. Olivia set her bag down and removed her coat. The dress she had chosen could be removed with the simple pull at the bow on the side. She looked around to find him entering his kitchen to get the glasses and pitcher of water he set out for every lesson. As he did so she removed her dress, folding it nicely and placing it on her items. The lingerie she wore had been bought for her by a friend. Most though of her as a prude so it had been bought as a joke. They didn’t think she would ever wear such a thing. She smiled, knowing they would be shocked at the things she had in mind for her tutor. She doubted sex would happen tonight, but she hoped something would. Asher entered the room just as she sat at the piano, so he could only see her from the shoulders up. She noticed he wasn’t even paying attention to her as he sat down the pitcher on the near buy coffee table, and walked forward to the piano bench. His eyes didn’t move to her until he was right beside her, and he stopped short. “What are you doing?” His voice was strained, and his eyes searched her, before shooting away to look elsewhere. “Waiting for you to begin the lesson.” She attempted for confidence, but her voice was feeble. He looked into her eyes and stared. Searched her expression for a long moment before the cool exterior became contemplative. He sat down beside her. “Have you been practicing?” She nodded. “Play Clair De Lune, then. Lets see how well you can play while…distracted.” With that, she knew he had given in. How fast it happened, shocked her. Olivia took a breathe, then began moving her fingers over the piano, citing each key she need to play in her head. She knew she wasn’t the best, but wanted to try and be better. Almost as soon as the keys began to move, his hand was high on her inner thigh. She jerked, stalling her a bit. She continued playing, in fear that he would stop touching her. The tips of his fingers were brushing over her pantie covered sex. She was tingling and quivering, the same feelings rushing through her that did when she was fantasizing. Only now, with him truly touching her, it was doubled. Without delay he pushed his hand in her panties, his fingers diving between her sensitive lips to rotate over her clit. She whimpered. “Shh, little one. Not a noise.” She tried to be quiet. Tried to concentrate on the notes of the piece she was suppose to be playing. It was all ruined when his finger plunged into her. Once hand stopped to grasp the piano, while she grasped his moving hand with her other. He moved his finger in and out of her fest. She could barely breathe, it felt so good. She moaned, quivered, found herself grinding into his hand where his palm rubbed her clitoris. Olivia whimpered when he pulled his fingers away, only to kneel down between her legs. He moved her thong panties aside and licked through her creaming center. This time, she couldn’t hold back the purr in her throat. She was wild in her passion, no longer the ice princess everyone knew her to be. With a rough press to her clit with his thumb, she came. His fingers were so much better than hers, and his tongue was heaven.  He looked up at her, amusement in his eyes. “Next lesson, down bother wearing anything under your dress.”
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