'What do you miss most about London?'
Marjory Hines was sitting in the village pub on a Wednesday evening with her friend Alice Rogers.
Marjory was a fifty eight year old widow who had only moved to the village twelve months ago from London.
He husband was a successful businessman who had died just over three years previously and left Marjory very well off.
She had sold their home in Hampstead, North London and had decided to live somewhere a bit more sedate than the capital so as soon as she saw the old five bedroom detached house for sale she immediately purchased it.
The house was set in a large quiet village just outside of the Cotswolds on the Gloucestershire and Oxfordshire borders.
The village consisted of a wide street running through it, a church, a pub and a small mini-market.
A recently built by-pass took the tourist traffic away from it.
'Sorry?' asked Marjory.
Marjory was quite tall at five feet eight. She was slim and graceful, destined to be a ballet dancer as a child until her breasts started to form. Her large full breasts put an end to her dancing career so her mother, who was an accomplished pianist personally taught her to play the piano.
Marjory had exceptionally long fingers and soon overtook her mother as a gifted musician.
She gravitated from playing solo to holding down a position in a well established orchestra.
It was whilst playing for the orchestra that she met her husband at a drinks party after a particular concert. He was twenty years older than she was and swept her of her feet. He was handsome, charming and, by then, quite wealthy.
They married but never managed to have children.
Marjory was an attractive woman who had an air about her. She was extremely well spoken and it was obvious she didn't suffer fools gladly, which is why she didn't get any approaches from the men in the village. Her hair was short and dark with grey tinges at the edges. She had piercing blue eyes, a straight nose but thin lips that could sometimes make her look sinister.
'I said what do you miss most about London,' repeated Alice.
Alice was five years younger than her friend and five inches shorter.
She too was slim but wasn't as endowed as much as Marjory in the chest department.
She was, though, very pretty for her age with blonde hair cut into a bob, gorgeous blue eyes, long eye lashes and a button nose. She'd been hit on a few times by some of the local men but overweight farmers and labourers with ruddy faces didn't do anything for her.
It was when she used to see Marjory out and about in the village that one day they started chatting which led them to meeting up in the pub every Wednesday evening to share a bottle of wine.
Alice had been in the village for a couple of years as her husband had also died.
They had lived in East London and not having children either they had run a series of successful off licences and corner shops so that when her husband died she easily sold them and moved into a three bedroom semi detached cottage at the other end of the village to Marjory.
'Oh that's easy,' replied Marjory. 'The boys.'
'The boys?'
'Oh yes!'
'Which boys? What boys?' a bewildered Alice asked.
'The boys I used to teach piano to.'
'In what way do you miss them?'
'In quite a specific way really. Some of them were my playthings.' countered Marjory.
'Playthings? How?'
Marjory sighed and wished that she'd never mentioned it as she'd never spoke of it before.
'After I married I gave up my music career and I grew bored sitting at home most days so I decided to teach the piano. I placed an advert in one of the more up-market magazines along with my resume. I was surprised at the number of replies I received and soon my diary was full. I mainly taught fourteen to twenty year old boys and girls. They were from good families as my fees were quite steep. Like so many new businesses there were a few drop offs but it was still worth carrying on.'
'I suppose you do have long fingers but who were these boys that you missed so much? Asked Alice.
'Oh, over the years there were a handful of young men that I, shall I say, decided to play with.'
'How so?'
'I teased them mercilessly. I got bored easily again so decided to have some fun with them. I would wear my short black leather skirt that showed off my shapely long legs encased in black silk stockings.
I would sit a short distance away and cross and uncross my legs until the garters holding up my stockings came into view.'
'What did they do?' asked a stunned Alice.
'Oh it was so amusing Alice. Some would be so distracted that they would miss keys and totally ruin the piece they were playing.'
'So what did you do?'
'Well I knew the boys that were susceptible to my teasing so the next time they arrived for their lessons I would be ready for them. I would be wearing a tight leather skirt, a bra that was too tight and pushed my breasts up and out, then I would wear a tight satin blouse that would cling to my chest. My suspender belt or girdle would have four garters on each thigh. When they began to get things wrong I would deliberately lean over them from the back so my breasts were pressed into the nape of their neck which increased their teasing even more.'
'And that was it? You just teased them?'
'Well...' Marjory smiled.
'Oh come on. Tell me!' cried an exasperated Alice.
'OK, but you are never to tell anyone. Promise?'
Alice promised that she wouldn't tell a soul.
'It all started with Simon. A fresh faced boy who had just turned eighteen. He was extremely shy but I had seen him stare at my breasts and legs since he first arrived to take lessons from me. He was a bit of a mummy's boy and seemed to be in awe of me. It was one day when nothing he played went right for him which didn't make sense as he was becoming an accomplished pianist. I leaned over his back to see what he was doing and saw his full blown erection in his school trousers.'
'What did you say?' asked Alice.
'I didn't say anything. I just led him over to the sofa, unfastened his trousers then pulled them and his underwear to his knees before pulling him onto my lap. I can remember him moaning as his bare bottom landed on my leather skirt.'
'Go on!' pleaded Alice.
'I wrapped my fingers around his pulsating penis and stroked it up and down until he cried out and came.'
