“The acoustics in here are not great, but it’ll have to do for now,” Scott said as he tuned. “I’ve asked to use one of the conservatory rooms, but we haven’t been approved yet.”
Scott started playing and I was transported. He sang in Italian to his own accompaniment, one song after another, pausing to talk about the pieces and sip water. The class time just flew by.
“Okay class, that’s it for tonight. We’ll meet here on Thursday unless I can get a better room. If so, I’ll let you know via email.”
We all started gathering our things to go, although I was a bit slow about it since I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to stay and talk to Scott. Or whether he wanted to talk to me. It didn’t take long for me to find out.
“Miss… ah… Miss Murphy,” he made a show of having to look up my name on the attendance sheet. “Would you care to stay a few minutes? I’d like to go over what you missed.”
“Of course. No problem,” I said, again blushing like a girl.
Even after the room cleared and we were the only two left, he just stared at me, his blue eyes dark, his pupils dilated.
“What are you wearing,” he asked, his head cocked to one side. He got up and walked to the door, looked out through the widow, then flipped the lock before turning back to me.
“What?”
“What do you have on under your bib shorts?”
“Ummm. My bikini?”
“Really?
“Stand up and show me,” he growled from where he perched on the edge of his desk, his legs crossed at the ankles, his erection clearly outlined under his khaki pants. I felt my nipples harden and a rush of wetness between my legs at his commanding tone.
I stood from behind my table and approached him. I reached to my shoulders and unfastened the bibs, letting them drop to the floor, leaving me standing in only my white string bikini.
“Fuck, baby,” he blew out a breath. “I can’t tell if I like this one or the blue one better.”
“This one does have some advantages over the other,” I said, my eyes dancing, enjoying the tease.
“Advantages?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, plucking the tie at my neck, letting the two tiny triangles of fabric fall forward, exposing my breasts.
In a flash he was on me, his hands caressing my breasts, his mouth against mine. He reached behind me to untie the back of my bikini top then his hands slid down to my hips and he pulled the ties there, I spread my legs and the bikini bottoms fell to the floor to join my bibs. I was naked in the classroom except for my canvas tennis shoes. He pulled me against him, one hand on my bare ass, the other wrapped in the hair at the nape of my neck. He tilted my head back causing my back to arch, his mouth went to my neck. I gasped and moaned as his lips explored down past my clavicle and over the swell of my breast, finding my erect nipple with his mouth, licking and biting first one and then the other.
He marched me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the teacher’s desk at the front of the room and I sat on it, then he released me and took a step back. He watched my chest rise and fall with each of my labored breaths.