It was perfectly natural. He was her mentor. She looked up to him. There was a bond between them. He was a superb teacher, and she treasured his knowledge and wisdom. He was a kind, gentle soul, somewhat shy-a man of few words. Yes, it was indeed natural that she had fallen in love with him. What woman could resist? He was tall, with salt and pepper grey hair that had a beautiful wave. He kept his beard short, almost as if he simply hadn't shaved for a few days-sexy stubble. However, it was his playing that won her heart. His strong hands produced a passion she had never seen in a violinist.

She needed to shower before her lesson. She wanted to be perfect for him. She washed with her favorite soap - Yardley English Lavender. Her hair was black as a raven-between her legs too. She never died her hair. She was just as she had been created. After drying off, she reached for her favorite vanilla perfume.

"Not too much," she cautioned herself. "I don't want to overdo it." She sparingly sprayed a tiny shot on her neck and each breast. She didn't use much makeup. She didn't need to. She was blessed with smooth, creamy skin. Looking in the mirror, she caressed her breasts as she thought of her last lesson.

He had made a joke. As he did, he touched her upper arm. She tested him by touching his arm so slightly with her breast. He had gotten nervous and returned to his desk. She felt as if he wanted her but was too shy to make a move.

Looking in the mirror, she wondered if she was beautiful enough. her hand wandered between her legs. She was aroused. "Okay, let's do this, Kimberly," she said out loud. She took out her sexiest panties-a tiny black G-string.

"Perfect for a violin seduction," she giggled.

As she entered his studio for her lesson, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror on his wall. Her blouse was open, just enough to show cleavage; however, she noticed her nipples were visible. His office was chilly. Her mini skirt hem was right around mid-thigh. Her boots came almost to her knees.

"Looks good," she thought.

"Hi, Kimberly," he said in his calm, sexy voice as he entered his studio. She noticed he took a peek at her cleavage. Men couldn't resist that.

"Hi Frank." They were on a first name basis. They chatted for a bit then began the lesson. She played beautifully as she went through her exercises and literature for the week. He complimented her on her playing. Then came her favorite part of the lesson. They would play duets together. It was magical.

They played music by Vivaldi, her favorite. He played with his usual fire. She felt a tingle between her legs. She equaled his passion with her playing. It was always special, but today, they both seemed to feel it. There was intense fire in their playing. The finale was coming. They played faster and with even greater passion. As they finished, she felt her heart pounding and blood was rushing through her ears. She put her violin in one hand and grabbed his neck with the other. Pulling him toward her, she pressed her hot mouth against his and allowed her tongue to mingle with his.

"What will happen now," she thought. "Will he pull away? If he does, I'll die."

He didn't. His free hand gently touched her hip, then slid up to her breast. She gave out a moan. She took both violins and bows and placed them on his desk. He watched her every move. She knew he was hers. She opened her blouse. He pressed his head to her chest and kissed and sucked her nipples.

"I've wanted this for so long," he whispered. "Me too," she said as she slipped off her mini skirt. He stood, gazing at her beauty in silence. She removed her boots and stood before him in just her tiny G-string.

"Maybe you'd like to take this off for me?" she sighed.

He dropped to his knees and slid her tiny panties to the floor. They both fell to the floor in each other's arms. She ripped at his shirt, tearing buttons. Then, she pulled his pants and boxers off and watched his hard cock spring up at her. She kissed the tip and licked off a sweet drop of pre-cum. She rolled him on his back. Stroking his hot balls, she slid just the tip of his cock into her mouth. It was salty and delicious, just as she knew it would be. As she went completely down on his cock, he cried out in pleasure.

"Oh yes! Please don't stop. Please!"

She had to have him inside her. She straddled him and slid him inside her. She was so wet; her tightness wasn't a problem. She laid down on top of him, placing her breasts in his face. He kissed and sucked with all the passion he gave to his music. She stretched out with her legs between his, making it even tighter for him. She rocked back and forth, milking him. She wanted every drop.

He rolled on top of her. Fucking her with powerful thrusts, she wrapped her legs around him. He was so deep! He pressed his mouth over hers. She kicked her heels wildly against his ass.

"Fuck me! Harder!" she yelled. "Deeper! Harder! Please!" She felt his balls swell and his cock grew even harder. That was all it took. She exploded in a full-body orgasm. She writhed wildly as he shot a huge load deep into her. He rolled off of her and collapsed beside her on the beautiful Persian rug. She quivered as she came down. She had never known such passion. He had never seen such beauty. They rested on the floor in each other's arms.

"What a wonderful violin lesson, Professor," she said through her panting.

He kissed her deeply again. He said nothing. However, he smiled as he thought about all the music they would make together.