You’ve been giving me piano lessons for months now, Freya. I can play a few tunes, but today, I can’t seem to get my fingers to cooperate. It’s not nerves, is it? I’ve never seen you like this before.
“No, Marco, you’re doing great,” Freya reassures me, her voice a soothing melody that matches the soft notes I’m managing to coax from the instrument. “Just relax and let the music flow through you.”
But I’m not interested in the music flowing through me. No, what I’m interested in is the way Freya’s blouse clings to her chest as she leans over me, her breasts tantalizingly close to my face. I can smell her perfume, a delicate floral scent that makes me want to bury my nose in her neck and breathe her in.
I know I shouldn’t be thinking about Freya this way. She’s my piano teacher, for fuck’s sake. But I can’t help it. There’s something about her that calls to me, something that makes me want to throw caution to the wind and take her right here on the piano bench.
I feel a sudden surge of boldness. I let my fingers slip from the keys, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from Freya’s face. She looks at me, startled, and I can see the question in her eyes. I answer it by leaning in, pressing my lips to hers.
For a moment, Freya doesn’t move. I can feel her shock, her surprise. But then, slowly, she responds. Her lips part, and I can taste the sweetness of her mouth. She kisses me back, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders.
I can feel the heat building between us, a fire that threatens to consume us both. I slip my hands beneath Freya’s blouse, feeling the softness of her skin. She gasps as I cup her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath my fingers.
“Marco,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire. “What are you doing?”
“I think you know,” I murmur, my lips trailing down her neck. I can feel her pulse racing, matching the rhythm of my own heart.
Freya doesn’t protest as I lift her onto the piano, her legs spreading to wrap around my waist. I can feel the heat of her pussy through her leggings, and I know she wants me as much as I want her.
I slip my hands beneath her leggings, feeling the wetness of her desire. She’s so fucking wet, so fucking ready for me. I can’t help but groan as I slip a finger inside her, feeling the tightness of her cunt.
“Marco,” Freya gasps, her head falling back as I start to move my finger inside her. “Oh, fuck, Marco.”
I can feel her getting closer, her hips bucking against my hand. I add a second finger, fucking her harder, faster. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking hot. I can feel my own desire building, my dick straining against my pants.
“Come for me, Freya,” I growl, my lips finding hers again. “Come for me, baby.”
And she does. She comes apart in my arms, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she cries out my name. I can feel her juices coating my hand, and I know I need to be inside her.
I pull my fingers from her, lifting her off the piano and laying her down on the floor. I strip off my pants, my dick springing free. Freya’s eyes widen as she sees it, and I can’t help but grin.
“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
Freya nods, her eyes never leaving my dick. “Yes,” she breathes. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her. I position myself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her pussy against my tip. I look into her eyes, seeing the desire, the need.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Freya nods again, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Yes,” she gasps. “Please, Marco. Fuck me.”
I don’t need any more encouragement. I push inside her, feeling the tightness, the heat. Freya cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. I start to move, fucking her hard, fast.
The world fades away as I lose myself in the feeling of Freya’s pussy around my dick. All that matters is the pleasure, the connection. I can feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening.
“Freya,” I gasp, my hips stuttering. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” Freya moans, her legs tightening around me. “Come for me, Marco. Fill me up.”
And I do. I come hard, my dick pulsing inside Freya’s pussy. I can feel her juices mixing with mine, the warmth spreading between us.
We lay there, panting, as the world comes back into focus. And our lessons got a whole lot more interesting from then onwards.
You’ve been giving me piano lessons for months now, Freya. I can play a few tunes, but today, I can’t seem to get my fingers to cooperate. It’s not nerves, is it? I’ve never seen you like this before.
“No, Marco, you’re doing great,” Freya reassures me, her voice a soothing melody that matches the soft notes I’m managing to coax from the instrument. “Just relax and let the music flow through you.”
But I’m not interested in the music flowing through me. No, what I’m interested in is the way Freya’s blouse clings to her chest as she leans over me, her breasts tantalizingly close to my face. I can smell her perfume, a delicate floral scent that makes me want to bury my nose in her neck and breathe her in.
I know I shouldn’t be thinking about Freya this way. She’s my piano teacher, for fuck’s sake. But I can’t help it. There’s something about her that calls to me, something that makes me want to throw caution to the wind and take her right here on the piano bench.
I feel a sudden surge of boldness. I let my fingers slip from the keys, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from Freya’s face. She looks at me, startled, and I can see the question in her eyes. I answer it by leaning in, pressing my lips to hers.
For a moment, Freya doesn’t move. I can feel her shock, her surprise. But then, slowly, she responds. Her lips part, and I can taste the sweetness of her mouth. She kisses me back, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders.
I can feel the heat building between us, a fire that threatens to consume us both. I slip my hands beneath Freya’s blouse, feeling the softness of her skin. She gasps as I cup her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath my fingers.
“Marco,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire. “What are you doing?”
“I think you know,” I murmur, my lips trailing down her neck. I can feel her pulse racing, matching the rhythm of my own heart.
Freya doesn’t protest as I lift her onto the piano, her legs spreading to wrap around my waist. I can feel the heat of her pussy through her leggings, and I know she wants me as much as I want her.
I slip my hands beneath her leggings, feeling the wetness of her desire. She’s so fucking wet, so fucking ready for me. I can’t help but groan as I slip a finger inside her, feeling the tightness of her cunt.
“Marco,” Freya gasps, her head falling back as I start to move my finger inside her. “Oh, fuck, Marco.”
I can feel her getting closer, her hips bucking against my hand. I add a second finger, fucking her harder, faster. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking hot. I can feel my own desire building, my dick straining against my pants.
“Come for me, Freya,” I growl, my lips finding hers again. “Come for me, baby.”
And she does. She comes apart in my arms, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she cries out my name. I can feel her juices coating my hand, and I know I need to be inside her.
I pull my fingers from her, lifting her off the piano and laying her down on the floor. I strip off my pants, my dick springing free. Freya’s eyes widen as she sees it, and I can’t help but grin.
“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
Freya nods, her eyes never leaving my dick. “Yes,” she breathes. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her. I position myself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her pussy against my tip. I look into her eyes, seeing the desire, the need.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Freya nods again, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Yes,” she gasps. “Please, Marco. Fuck me.”
I don’t need any more encouragement. I push inside her, feeling the tightness, the heat. Freya cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. I start to move, fucking her hard, fast.
The world fades away as I lose myself in the feeling of Freya’s pussy around my dick. All that matters is the pleasure, the connection. I can feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening.
“Freya,” I gasp, my hips stuttering. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” Freya moans, her legs tightening around me. “Come for me, Marco. Fill me up.”
And I do. I come hard, my dick pulsing inside Freya’s pussy. I can feel her juices mixing with mine, the warmth spreading between us.
We lay there, panting, as the world comes back into focus. And our lessons got a whole lot more interesting from then onwards.
