The Master And The student

She sat by the open window playing the piano she so dearly loved. Her hair blew in the soft breeze as she drew a sweet sound from each key that she pressed. she would play for hours on end, as if playing the piano was breathing. she had always been talented at this and so she became a pianist. She would tutor aspiring novices, and she had won so much renown among her students that they now referred to her as "Master"! She was expecting a student at three that afternoon and she had spent the last hour readying herself. A knock came from the door, and it opened to reveal a slender young man who wore converse sneakers, denim jeans and a white T-shirt. "May I have a seat?" the young man asked politely. "Yes you may" replied the Master as she looked him up and down. The young man proceeded to sit next to the woman at the piano. the sexual tension in the air was almost palpable! "This key right here is D and the one above it is D-minor" she said, pressing the respective keys, her eyes shining like the sun's reflection on open water. "You mean this one?" the young man asked as he placed his finger on the same key.

Their fingers met upon the key and a spark of electrifying energy surged through each of their bodies, sending ripples through their bones, chilling their skin, hardening her nipple and bulging his sex! They sat for a moment, staring into one another's eyes, wondering what had just happened and what WAS about to happen. finally the young man mustered up the courage and dove in for the kiss! The master, taken aback, obliged and welcomed the young man's advance. their tongues swam in each other's mouths and their fingers caressed the other's face, neglecting the piano keys.

They got up, still locked in an embrace as the young man walked the Master backward toward the wall, all the while sucking her face and moving his hands gently down her hips, then around her rump until he finally squeezed! The prospect of love-making had well and truly engulfed them by now and they proceeded to strip each others clothes off. The young man's shirt was off and the Master's undergarments were scattered on the wooden floor like the unwanted wrappings of candy. the two bodies now slid down the wall and lay on the floor in one big untidy heap. The young man covered every inch of The Master's body with his hands and the Master, yet again, obliged! Driven now by some madness or lust, the boy then entered the Master and slowly and rhythmically wove his way into her, all the while breathing softly upon her neck and throat. "Yes! Yes!" moaned the Master, succumbing to his tempo. The Master found herself lost in this overwhelming pleasure, as the young man's thrusts picked up tempo insistently! the numbness overcame him and he finally melted gently into the Master, and at that moment the young man whispered softly into her ear and said: "I am your Master now!"