NOTE: All of the characters mentioned are over the age of 18.
I had just come from outside, enjoying a cigarette after a busy day of teaching students music. I was headed back to my classroom, where I could "close up shop" for the day. Violin music wafted through the hallways of our conservatory.
I had been teaching instrumental music at this conservatory for a few years, so to hear someone playing music was normal. This time, however, the playing was exceptional, which was
not
normal.
The sound drew to me an open door. I casually looked in to see where the music was coming from, and I saw Carrie sitting in front of a music stand with her legs slightly spread as she beautifully played her violin. A student at a nearby college, Carrie had accepted a teaching position with us so she could help pay for her college courses. She was a petite lady with curly blonde hair, just a hint of titties, and a sensual air about her that I had always found attractive.
Carrie stopped playing when she noticed me standing in the doorway. She turned in her seat to face me, and her legs opened a little more, allowing me a glance up her red plaid skirt to see her panties. "You like what you hear?" she asked.
I smiled at her as I nodded. "I like what I am seeing, too," I said.
Carrie giggled slightly and returned to playing the piece she had been practicing.
My classroom was only a couple of doors down from hers, and I could hear her continuing to play while I opened my door. My mind's eye recalled the look of Carrie's thighs, and my cock began to grow inside my pants.
I wonder what she tastes like
, I thought to myself.
As I sat at the piano in my room, I began putting away the music from the day's lessons and was completely oblivious to the fact that the violin music had stopped. Suddenly, I heard someone clearing their throat.
I looked up and saw Carrie standing in the doorway. She was leaning against one side of the door jam; her skirt was riding at the top of her knees, and I admired the way her golden locks were seductively draped over her shoulders. "It was a busy day, wasn't it?" she asked.
"It most certainly was," I said as I watched her enter deeper into my room.
Carrie came to me and stood directly in front of me and asked, "So, you said you liked what you saw?"
I studied her beautiful, thin face and glanced downward to admire her body. "I still do," I answered.
"Well, how do you like this?" Carried reached down as I sat on the piano bench and began squeezing my bulge, which she had no doubt noticed in my pants when I was standing outside her room. My cock swelled a little more as I enjoyed the warmth that radiated from her hand as it began massaging my throbbing muscle.
"Probably as much as you like this," I said as my hand slid up her skirt to search for her pussy. My fingers soon discovered Carrie's moistened panties. I gently slid my fingers inside the leg opening and began feeling her furry mound of female pleasure.
I stood from the bench, and Carrie stood up on her toes, and she pressed her lips against mine. Our tongues began twirling around each other in our mouths as we stood in the center of my classroom, fondling each other while we kissed in a mounting state of heated passion.
Like all the other classrooms, mine was a small ten by ten-foot room with a piano, a computer, and two extra chairs. Needless to say, there was not enough room for enjoyable sex, so I grabbed Carrie by the hand, and we headed down the hall to the rear of the school where we would find the recital room.
We headed down the hallway, passing all of the empty classrooms along the way, and finally came to a large room. There were about twenty or thirty chairs in the room, facing a grand piano that was placed beneath a huge crystal chandelier. This was the place where our conservatory hosted the recitals for our students, but today, Carrie and I were about to perform our sexual recital. It was a shame there was no one there to watch--or so I thought.
