With that I lifted her off of me. I was aching to play with her and have her please me. It was a little unreal. I had had so many fantasies about the church pianist. Now I had kissed her, I had felt her up and handled her. It was only the beginning. The relationship had changed and now she would be my pupil. She would learn what I liked and how I was to enjoy her. If she was a good student I would teach her new pleasures.
Author: edouardmanet
The Church Pianist, Part 1 [MF]
Part 1
[church music] 'How great Thou art. How great Thou art.'
It was difficult to focus on the message this Sunday. As I sat in the pew I twitched and shuffled, as little as possible but the problem was there. Fortunately, I had planned for it, and through a baggy large sweater and some mental exercises I was able to keep it in check. It was the fault of the pianist.
Not that she was thinking about it. (Or maybe she was?) She played the hymn, with skill, serenely, seeming to contemplate playing it perfectly. Which it was. Perfect. When she breathed, I noticed her intent gaze on the sheet music, and the swell of her large breasts underneath a conservative dress – a dark color, down to her calves, with heels not-too-tall. She was already tall with lots of dark hair you could get lost in. She had large, pretty eyes, and a little wetness on her lips. My swell swelled while her chest slightly heaved with each breath.
I looked but never for too long. I did not linger. I was in church, after all.