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.
Carrie sat at the piano and began playing a piece of music; I believe it was Bach's "Air on the G String." The music was soft and sweet and wafted through the room, providing an atmosphere of eroticism. I couldn't help but stand behind her as she played through the graceful melody. I reached around her slender body and began massaging her tiny titties through her blouse as she played. Still shrouded inside my pants, my cock began to stiffen once again, and I leaned forward and began kissing the base of her neck. I could feel her nipples beginning to stiffen through the fabric of her blouse while I began kneading her tits like two small loaves of bread dough.
She stopped playing long enough to turn her head towards me. Our lips pressed against each other, and our tongues once again met and began caressing one another in our damp mouths.
I took one of my hands from her tits and began unbuckling my belt to allow my cock to spring out into the cool air of the room. I stood from our passionate kiss, allowing Carrie to spin around on the piano bench to face me. In doing so, she saw my cock pointed directly at her mouth. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, swallowing the entire length of my cock. I stood there humping her mouth, holding my hand on the top of her blonde head, holding it steady as I fucked her sweet face.
I looked down and admired the way she masterfully sucked my throbbing dick. I always wanted to experience Carrie sexually, and this is the opportunity I had thought would never come.
While enjoying her incredible oral talent, I unbuttoned my shirt and then let my pants drop to the floor. I stood there, naked in the recital room, experiencing a highly artistic blowjob from the petite teacher who taught in the room next to mine.
Carrie reached around and grabbed both of my ass cheeks, pulling me closer as she kept my entire dick in her mouth. The head of my cock began tickling the back of her throat, my balls resting lazily on her chin.
She spread my ass cheeks wide and began massaging my anus, which, in turn, made my dick throb inside her mouth.
I was nearing the point of no return as I felt my sperm aching to shoot from my cock. When Carrie rose from her expert cocksucking to take a breath, I stood in front of her and began stroking myself as she watched. Carrie began unbuttoning her blouse and then undid her bra. She removed both of them at the same time, exposing her little titties to the open air.
Carrie stood from the padded piano bench and grabbed me by the arms to turn me around. "Why don't you have a seat, Bill?" she said.
Eager to see what she had in mind, I sat on the piano bench where she had been sitting. The leather padding on the bench was soft and supple and comfortably formed itself into a comfortable fit for almost any ass. I could still feel the heat on the leather from where she had been sitting.
Carrie stood before me. Reaching to her side, she unzipped her red plaid skirt, causing it to fall to the floor. She had worn a pair of pink laced panties, and she hooked her thumbs on either side of the waistband to begin slowly pulling them downward, revealing her beautiful pussy. Her cunt was covered by a trimmed patch of blonde pussyhair, and I could see her juices already beginning to flow down the insides of her thighs as she stood in front of me.
"You are so fucking sexy," I said breathlessly as I admired her wonderful pussy.
