After the exciting night of lovemaking at Jean’s house, life and lessons went back to normal. The notable exception was that Jean was much friendlier and smiling in our studio lessons. She faithfully practiced and showed impressive improvements on the acoustic guitar.
Nothing was spoken of the night she seduced me and, well, somehow that was kind of sexy to me. Her attitude each week was cheerful, and occasionally there was a sexy smile and a knowing look from Jean. Her choice of music evolved to spicy and intimate love songs and ballads. She seemed to relish performing her material for her instructor but I’d yet to get her to play an open mic event. She did come and listen to me play several times over the next weeks and months, always showing the knowing smile. Her look always seemed to say, ‘I own you, Cowboy.’ And, she did.
In late May, Jean came into the studio for a lesson. She was dressed differently, wearing a long, black house dress and an open sweater. The outfit was loose-fitting, and the dress was the kind that buttons up the front. As she sat down to play guitar, I noticed the bottom-most button was undone, and her legs were noticeably bare. Very casual and sexy. I say sexy because when she sat to play, the dress rose up over her smooth thighs which were crossed, showing a lot of lovely skin. It quite took my breath away as we began to sing the song we’d practiced for weeks. Her sandal dangled from her otherwise bare foot as she played.
At the lesson’s end, I remarked how well she was doing on guitar and complimented her voice as well. We had been singing together quite a bit lately. She looked at me with a rather earnest expression on her lovely face and remarked, “I might want another private lesson soon. Let me check my schedule and get back to you.”
She left with no further conversation and, I noticed, without looking or smiling at me. I thought that was a little unsettling somehow, but said nothing.
Later, late at night, I received an email from Jean asking me for a private guitar lesson in her home on Saturday night. I responded positively to the email and canceled the dinner plans I’d made with friends for Saturday night.
Saturday came at last, and I was excited. I could not be sure if she was pursuing excellence on the guitar or seeking a repeat of our lovemaking night. In my fevered mind, I hoped for both. I practiced guitar awhile and reviewed music material but I also took great care in showering and grooming.
It came time to go to Jean’s house, finally.
I walked up to her door with a guitar in hand and rang the bell. She kept me waiting a while. Jean opened the door, and I caught my breath. She stood holding her guitar in hand, wearing a long black dress, completely unbuttoned and open. She had regrown pubic hair and had trimmed it into a heart shape, positioned above her lovely vagina. I stood frozen, looking her up and down. She smiled, biting her lower lip.
Finally, she said, “Are you going to come in or just stand there.
As I followed her into the living room, she put her guitar on the guitar stand, shrugged her shoulders and let the black dress fall to the floor. She turned and took the guitar from my hand and leaned it against a nearby wall. “We might play guitar later,” she said in an offhand manner. “Undress, now; I want to watch,” she said.
I was totally unaware of how I got naked so fast; my eyes were on her the whole time. She sat on the edge of the couch and massaged her pussy and one breast as she watched me. “I want your cum.”
She leaned forward on the edge of the couch and began to slowly masturbate my cock as she looked up at my face with hungry eyes.
Her small hands stroked my cock back and forth and she breathed warm air on the head of my penis. I was impossibly hard and never have I felt I was so big. She had me under her spell.
For long minutes she stroked me, twisting her hands around my shaft and occasionally giving my hooded cock head a slow, wet lick. I don’t know how I lasted as long as I did.
I soon felt the inevitable rise of my orgasm beginning, bringing the first of several powerful squirts of semen splashing on her mouth and chest.
She pumped me hard and soon had my cum decorating her lips, chin and breasts. Her eyes were closed as I sprayed her body again and again. Such a hot vision!
Jean stood up, turned me around, and pushed me down to the couch. I soon was on my back, and she was mounting me like a stallion she was about to ride.
She worked my cock with her hands and soon had me hard again. I noticed my cum dripping down her chest as she positioned my cock head into her wet hole. I reached up and held her breasts in my hands, kneading and squeezing them. Sinking down over my slick, hard dick, she leaned forward and kissed me hard, making me taste my salty cum on her lips.
Her moans were clearly audible as she orgasmed multiple times riding my cock. After several of these, she rose on her knees, and we watched the cum slowly flow out of her and onto my sweaty stomach. Jean used three fingers to scoop the mess up and put it in her hungry mouth. She then collected more and wiped it across my lips.
We kissed again, tasting our cum-cocktail as our tongues wrestled.
Finally, both of us exhausted, Jean laid her body on top of mine and put her head on my shoulder. She murmured softly, “You own me, Cowboy. “
“In a minute, I’ll get us some wine, and we can play guitar.”
I will never forget this night.
