Late at night, after a grueling guitar practice session, I found myself exhausted from dealing with these persistent kids. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love helping them learn the guitar, but this one particular kid had pushed all my buttons. Frankly, I was yearning for the day to come to an end. I craved the simple pleasure of being in my own company, relishing the evening before tucking myself in for a well-deserved night's rest. My god I wish I could end my day with a sexy woman and her delicious lips wrapped around my throbbing hard cock.
As I heard a knock at my door, I had to muster every ounce of my remaining energy to refrain from unleashing a frustrated tirade at the unwelcome visitor. My day had been an exhausting marathon, and, to be brutally honest, I was thoroughly fed up with it all.
"..COMING!!"
I yelled, my tone conveying my lack of enthusiasm as I reluctantly swung the door open. What met my eyes felt like a revelation. She stood there, tall, with sleek, blonde hair cascading gently to her shoulders, and her hazel eyes sparkled with a blend of nervousness and excitement that mirrored my own. But it was her smile, oh, that smile, that instantly dissolved whatever mood I had been in. Well maybe not my raging erection. Luckily I had slipped it up under my belt before answering the door. In my horny haze I wish the angel would look at it, stare at it and take it in her mouth. My god what was wrong with me, I was desperate for someone to suck me off, suck the soul out of me till I couldn't bear it any longer.
"Hi George, I'm Zoe. My boy, Jason, comes to see you for lessons and I am so sorry for how he has behaved lately, things are rough right now with my new job.."
As she continued talking, I had already mentally tuned her out, my thoughts drifting away from Jason. It became apparent from the distressed expression on her face that she was grappling with a difficult situation, and her son Jason was simply acting out. I couldn't believe I had allowed my frustration to get the best of me over a troublesome child. Without letting her finish, I interjected and spoke my mind.
"It's okay, I see it all the time with parents depending on whatever is going on at home. He'll be okay and so will you."
At that moment, she burst into tears, and an instant wave of panic washed over me. I began to wonder if I had said something insensitive or if my words were entirely inappropriate for the situation. I mean, I'm just a guitar teacher, not a therapist! Internally, all I could think was, "Fuck!?" But the woman slumped forward, burying her face against my chest, her words barely audible through her tears and mumbling.
"What did you say, Zoe?"
She looked up at me with her wet eyelashes and those heart wrenching eyes that would break me if they tried with just one look, She said.
"I could really use some company right now, if that's okay?"
I remained silent, simply holding her close and offering a reassuring squeeze as I guided her into my living room--the very room where I had been cursing her own child just moments ago. It struck me as highly unusual for Zoe's kid to behave like this; it was out of character for him. Furthermore, seeing Zoe so emotional and requesting to come inside was equally peculiar. I couldn't help but wonder about her husband or boyfriend. She had never really opened up about those aspects of her life with me. My thoughts raced as I questioned my own assumptions.
I desperately asked, seeing Zoe cry was heartbreaking and I have this intense desire to help her and take her problems away.
"I think what I am asking for is a lot to ask, please forgive me." She pleaded.
"What is it? I'll do anything, I've never seen you like this before and I am worried about you, Zoe."
She turned towards me, closing the distance between us. The magnetic pull of her presence was undeniable, and I found myself yearning for that kiss as much as she did. Her breath danced on my lips as she spoke, and her captivating perfume enveloped me, leaving me utterly intoxicated by her presence and driving me wild to the point I could feel my cock leaking.
"Please fuck me, George. I really need it."
She begged in such a way that was so open and sexy, I never knew I needed it till now.
