He was awakened by the sound of music notes wafting through the house. He knew who it was, and what she was doing. He had arranged for her to have a key, to come in and play on his black satin grand piano whenever she felt the need. She was his prized student, having been his pupil for several years. She had earned his admiration through her work ethic, and through the way music moved her, and she moved others as she played.
He was touched now by the lovely melodies and rich harmonies that emitted from her fingers and her soul. He was teaching her to play music from the heart, to reach into her inner most thoughts and desires and extract the music from within, bringing it to the light of day through her playing. There was no music in front of her to read. It was all off the cuff. It was bringing the emotions of her life into the air, through the music that now dislodged the silence of the early morning.
Theirs was a relationship that had started off as teacher and pupil. She had come to his studio when she was 18, looking to learn how to turn notes on a page into music. She learned quickly - he could see that she was different than his other pupils. They played notes and clumsily tried to turn it into music, but that was never her style. She played notes and it automatically became music, adding pieces of her heart and mind to each piece she performed.
Their relationship had expanded one night after a virtuoso performance in front of a large audience at the college she attended. She gave the best performance of her life, and concluded the recital with a piece that brought several encores and standing ovations. For the first time in her life, she realized the power that was within her heart and soul to move those who listened to her play. It was that power that drove them together following that performance, and for the first time, the pupil and teacher became lovers.
That was where their relationship stood at the present, although with every concert, or every rave review she received, it deepened. She truly understood his contribution to her success, and the connection they had formed over the years led to an easy transition to more than just pupil/student. And yet even though they now enjoyed each other's bodies as they enjoyed the music she created, the relationship was always the same, no matter what they did - in the practice studio or in the bedroom, he was her instructor, and she was his willing pupil, opening herself completely to his lead.
He rounded the corner of the hallway and into the great room where the piano was located. Just as he expected, she sat at the bench completely nude. He stood and watched as her lithe body moved and swayed with the notes she produced. He marveled at how the tiny muscles in her back popped and flexed as her arms moved up and down the keyboard. Her long, blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders; it's naturally wavy quality shimmering in the morning light. Her sleek waist gave way to a perfect rounding of her hips, and her ass beckoned him closer, its lovely crack disappearing beneath the leather seat of the bench.
She was playing softly, slowly, mimicking the stillness of the early morning awakening. As he stood there and watched, he couldn't help but become aroused at the vision before him. Even though her back was turned, he could see her breasts - perfect handfuls of soft delights, capped with cherry red nipples, slightly darker than the areola upon which they sat.
The image of her breasts was burned into his very core, as was the vision of her smooth pussy, which he pictured now as being closed between her silky thighs as she sat on the bench. But he'd also known many times the sight of her being open and aroused as she laid spread before him, begging him to make her silky folds his own. The first time they had fucked, the contact of the sensitive head of his hard cock against the engorged wetness of her pussy lips had taken his breath away, and when he descended deep inside her, he growled and gasped at the same time, as the wet heat of her deep pink center welcomed him and caressed him.
He moved to her with deliberate steps, the anticipation of what was to come thrilling him as he approached. She felt his presence and knew he was there, so close was their bond. But she was also filled with anticipation, not knowing when his first touch would come, or where. She only knew that it would cause her skin to tense, so great was her desire to feel him caressing her body.
At last she could feel his presence directly behind her, hearing his long, deep breaths as he tried to calm the fires that were burning within. He watched as her fingers massaged the piano keys in perfect execution, done without thinking by this stage of her ability. Where other performers were clumsy as they moved across the keyboard, she glided like an ice skater performing an artistic display of beauty and shimmer. There was no effort in her ability to make the piano sing under her command. She was a natural, and he had spent years helping her bring that ability out for others to admire.
Without touching, he bent down to her left ear and softly whispered, "No matter what happens, don't stop playing." Tiny goose bumps erupted on her smooth skin, and her mouth opened as she sucked air into her lungs, after the tiny gasp she emitted at his suggestion. She played more quickly now, in keeping with the tempo of her heartbeat as it pumped blood to the tingling regions of her body. She licked her lips and waited, knowing that his touch on her body would happen at any delicious second.
