"Slow down, Miss Williams, and keep an even tempo!"
Julia was sitting on the piano bench at the house of her new piano teacher, Mr. Smith. The old one had retired and her mother had found Mr. Smith, only a ten minute walk from her own house on Terrace Avenue. Mr. Smith was very young, only 28, and only a decade older than Julia, herself, after her recent birthday. Oh, and he was so handsome, tall - well over six foot - with huge hands, dark hair, and blue, icy eyes.
Julia was glad her mother was out all day at the beauty parlor and wasn't around when Julia got dressed to go to her lesson. Julia had slipped on her shortest skirt that would show off her long legs. She didn't have an actual crop top (her mother wouldn't let her buy one) so she found an old top that she had outgrown. This made it tight, but also so short on her that her belly button and bare midriff were exposed. The material was thin and clung to her like it was painted on. Julia had decided not to wear a bra, another reason why it was good her mother had not seen her leave the house. Why not? It was summer and the no bra look was the rage.
Julia normally did not dress so scantily, but she really liked Mr. Smith and wanted him like her.
Julia was working on a difficult, but beautiful piece Mr. Smith had assigned her last week. "You must learn to focus on the music, Miss Williams," Mr. Smith said, "no matter what else is going on."
"Of course, Mr. Smith," she said.
"Let's try our little exercise to see if how long you can maintain your focus," he said.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Smith," Julia said, excitedly. She really liked this exercise.
Mr. Smith pulled a chair up directly behind Julia. As she played the piece she felt Mr. Smith's huge hands encircle her waist, stroking her bare skin. His fingers then slid slowly under her top and up her chest till his hands were fondling her tits and playing with her nipples.
Julia moaned with pleasure at the feel of his powerful, huge hands on her body. It was a struggle to continue playing as he toyed with her tits, but Julia was proud that she never missed a note, even as her pussy began to get wet under her panties.
"Very good, Miss Williams," said Mr. Smith, as he brushed one of her pigtails out of the way so he could lean in to plant a series of soft kisses on her neck.
Julia said nothing, but her heart was pounding and her pussy felt like a waterfall was pouring out of it. She let out a low moan, but kept on playing.
She felt Mr. Smith's right hand slide down her body, across her naked belly and down her right thigh, until it reached the hem of her short skirt. He slipped his hand in between her legs, squeezing her inner thigh. Pausing there, she knew he must be feeling the muscles of her legs flex and move as she worked the petals of the piano. After a few moments, the hand continued up under her skirt until the fingers could stroke her pussy through the fabric of her now soaked panties.
Julia's head was spinning by this point. She could barely strike the next note. The effect of Mr. Smith's warm breath on her throat, his large left hand fondling her tit, and his right hand playing with her pussy, was overwhelming. Suddenly she gave up trying and just slumped into his arms, a lump of aroused and helpless flesh.
The past few times they had done this exercise it had ended right here: with Julia totally surrendering to Mr. Smith as he joyfully molested her body. This time, however, she felt herself lifted up in the air and carried away like a child. Her petite, slim five foot frame was undoubtedly a light burden for someone was big as Mr. Smith. He walked to a large arm chair and sat on it, placing Julia on his lap. She laid her head on his left shoulder and closed her eyes.
"You are such a wonderful talent, Julia," he whispered in her ear, "with such a luscious body. I can't help myself." With that he started kissing her and she was helpless to do anything, but kiss back. She felt those powerful hands run over her body, touching, squeezing and exploring. She both couldn't and didn't do anything to stop him.
His hands went to the bottom of her top and started pulling it up. Julia without a thought raised her arms to allow him to strip it off her and toss it across the room. Now with access to more of her bare skin he ran his fingers over her, obviously enjoying her soft, supple, young body.
They kissed passionately with their tongues entwining and playing with one another. Julia explored his body, feeling the budging muscles under his shirt. He was powerful. Julia's conscience told her she should resist his attentions, but her mind rationalized it would be useless. He was so strong! What was the point of resisting if he would take what he wanted from her anyway?
Suddenly he slid his arms under her, picked her up and turned her over on her belly. She now lay across the armchair her shoulders on one arm, her hips on the other. His right hand ran up the back of her legs, lifted her skirt and pushed it up to her waist. Then the fingers of that hand gripped the back of her panties and in one strong pulled, stripped them down her legs and off her feet. Except for the skirt, bunched up around her waist, and her daintily while ankle socks, she was naked.
She had never felt so exposed and helpless. And the feeling excited her so! Her tits now hung above his left leg. His hand slipped under her and started playing with her breasts. He squeezed each of her tits in turn, pulling down on them until his fingers gripped her nipples an tweaked them. Suddenly Julia realized he was milking her like a cow! Of course, Julia's body wasn't yet ready to produce milk, but the sensation was delightful and arousing. She felt like moaning out a low "Moooo."
Meanwhile his right hand moved to her bottom and took a firm grip of her pussy. His hand was so large that his thumb could reach almost to her anus, while his fingertips extended past the rise of her pelvic mound. He had a firm grip on the most delicate and private part of her body, and she liked being held that way, she realized.
Gently he inserted his thumb into Julia's already soaked pussy and let his fingers stroke her clit. She was in heaven! Waves of pleasure rolled though her body and even more pussy juice poured out her girlish cunt and down it's fresh little petals.
Then suddenly he used his right hand to give Julia a hard slap on her exposed ass. Julia yelped and giggled. She was in perfect spanking position, so it wasn't surprising Mr. Smith decided to take advantage of it. Julia had often fantasized about being spanked by Mr. Smith and had even lied about not doing her scales, hoping he might give her some corporal punishment, but until now it hadn't worked.
Julia lay across the chair for some minutes as Mr. Smith played with her. It suddenly occurred to her he was using her like he would play a piano. The tit pulling caused her to whimper, the pussy rubbing brought out a low moan, and the butt slap produced a little shriek and giggle. She was the instrument and he was the virtuoso using her to produce this little erotic concert.
Then Mr. Smith slid his arms under her shoulders and hips and stood up. She hung there in his arms, limp: now aroused flesh wanting nothing more than to be used for her lover's pleasure.
Turning around, he placed her on the armchair, but backwards, with her shoulders on the back of the chair and her knees kneeling on the cushion. After depositing her there, he wrapped his two massive hands around her thighs, and lifted her, and at the same time pushed her knees apart, setting her back down on the chair in just the position he wanted. Julia had shaved her pussy for the summer, so none of her golden pussy hair would be visible peeking out from her bikini bottom. Now the lack of that natural covering over her totally exposed pussy made her feel more than naked.
