“English not being my usual language, please excuse me for grammar and translation errors. My histories are only pure fiction.
Have a pleasure.”
I am piano professor. I like this instrument and I like to make share my passion to others. I den easily these that have the talent these to that that remains a leisure as an other. It was necessary sometimes to use a carrot to make advance the donkey.
I remember a young man, gifted but not enough concentrated. He had an extraordinary talent, but he did not use it.
I decided to make a deal with him. At the end of a lesson, I discussed with him.
“Here is, I find that you have the talent but you do not concentrate enough. I have already told with you and you not listened me. So, I propose you a deal.”
I taken the boucle knit long gown that I had deposited on the table of the lounge and shown it him. It was an incredible transparency.
“If you work more assiduously and play at the concert at the end of the school year, I promise you to put this small thing nothing that for you.”
He had eyes great opened. He promise me to make an effort.
He made me finally pleasure, and receive the best notes during the concert of year end. After the concert, I taken him aside .
“Tomorrow, I give you the last lesson before your holidays. I would like you to play for me.”
“Yes madam.”
I deposited him a delicate kiss on the cheek what made him shiver.
I passed the hour before his arrived to adorn me. I put my more beautiful undergarment, lovely pantyhose, stocking, garter bell and bra in black satin. I threaded to finish, the boucle knit long gown that I had promised him to carry.
The chime rang. I open the door my heart beating. These eyes stared to my view.
“Hello Vincent. Come in please.”
No words.
“I promise you,” tell I by turning on me so that he profits a bit more of my charms.
I had put high heel, what emphasized more the fall of my kidneys.
“Come to play me something.”
I preceded him until the lounge. I felt his burning eyes on the curve of my buttocks. When he seat on the stool, I noticed the bump on his underbelly. I leaned to the piano.
“Play me the air of yesterday evening.”
He began hesitant then finishes by concentrating despite my presence. I could not, for my share, to leave eyes the bump that marked his jeans. I feel slightly excited by the situation.
I left the piano in a most turbulent step, clairvoyant that he did not leave his eyes from me and I was going to sit on the sofa. I made him a sign of invitation by taping the place near me.
He stopped to play and comes to rejoin me timidly.
“Do you like what you see? “ ask I with malice.
“Yes, yes Mrs..”
I advanced my hand to his knees but it retreated.
“I want to give you a supplement for your excellent work.”
“What, what supplement Madam?”
I looked him straight in eyes and lifted. I made the tour and caressed his torso behind him.