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Piano Lessons - How It Began

... the sound of the piano is all that is heard in the room, though I can hear the grandfather clock in the next room softly chime. The kids are out for a few more hours. The smell of my roast chicken baking on the lowest temperature, for a good nice slow baked for dinner. Isaac chooses the next song, I once again play with him. Our fingers dancing over the ivory keys, though mine focus on his. They are long, delicate, slender fingers, that I picture on my naked body. Locked in my hair, holding me close, as he kisses me passionately. Or, deep inside me, curling upwards to summon an orgasm, as his mouth suckles on my clit. My breathing begins to hitch a little, just at the thought of it. I can't help myself, though I've always tried to stay professional in any job I've done. But, somehow, with him, I'm unable to. “Are you okay, Genevieve?” Isaac asks, he has stopped playing when he notices I have. “I'm so sorry. Yes, of course I am. I apologize,” I stumble over my words. “You don't need to apologize. It's fine. You just stopped so suddenly.” Without a second thought, I lean towards him and I kiss him. I don't just kiss him, but it was full on, open mouth, tongue pushing into his, passionate kiss. I don't know what over takes me, I don't care, I just want it. The shivering moan that comes from him, is like an approval of this, if I've ever heard one. His arms wrap around me, kissing me back with just as much urgency. My fingers do find their way up into his hair, locking tight and ...

... kissing him more. I twist enough to give us both better access, to deepen the kiss, to embrace one another. His hands grip my hips, squeezing and releasing every so often. It feels so right to kiss him, he tastes so good. The flavor of him is intoxicating. I suck his tongue into my mouth, like it was his cock. A low, deep growl erupts from him. “Come, let's go upstairs,” I say this well I begin to stand. Isaac stands, following me up the stairs. I haven't had sex with another man in almost twenty years, the same difference in age Isaac and I are in age, but yet, I don't care. I feel this spark inside me that is telling me, no screaming to me, yes, do this! Fuck this man. Shedding each others clothes off the moment we hit my room and the door is shut, we are like animals. There is no awkwardness, no need for all the romantic bullshit. This is a primal need that we are both feeling. Isaac has the look in his eye, the same as I feel I must have in my own. The look of him naked does no justice of what I imagined the other night. He's even better. He is beautifully bare of any hair from the neck down. I want to run my tongue over his body, before taking him into my mouth. Pushing him backwards onto the bed, I straddle him, and do just that. I kiss him once more, tugging his lower lip with my teeth, I do until he let's out a soft whimper. Releasing it, I kiss down his neck, licking and biting over his chest. I can taste his soap, mixed with a slight salty taste of him. Each time I ...