The Guitar Lesson

We began our lesson, and the warm rapport between us picked up right where it had left off the week before. It was uncanny to me, almost as if there were no other place on earth that I would rather be. In between my instructions we would talk about music, and our common interests. I found her personality enchanting; she was so clever, witty, and knowledgeable. I rarely met women like this in the club circuit, and I found myself challenging her intellect with my own, testing her with my wit, and trying to one up her, in a friendly way. I didn’t care about how much time had passed, or what I was doing that night, or next week, or next month. I was just enjoying this time with this very special woman.
After a while, we took a break. She stretched her arms over her head, and gave out a little moan. She gave me a pensive expression, and began to talk.
“Patrick, I just want to tell you that I think you are wonderful. I really mean it.”
“Well, thank ya there, little lady!” I said in a deep, comic voice. She giggled like a schoolgirl, which I thought was very sexy.
“I just want you to know that I do love my husband very much, even though he can be difficult.”
“Okay, I understand.”
“Why is she telling me this?”
“Patrick? Do you mind if I go for a swim?”
I just looked at her.
“Umm, no, not at all.”
I leaned back on the couch, my guitar still in my lap, my fingers gently plucking at the strings. She stood up, her back to me, and I saw her elbows move as she untied the waistband of her robe. She then opened it, and it fell to the floor at her feet.
My eyes took her body in. She had darkish skin, which contrasted sharply with an orange, thong style bikini. She had the delicately muscled thighs of a female athlete, the same thighs that had been the source of so many adolescent orgasms when I was young. She stretched her arms out, raising herself up on her toes, and I watched the sinewy muscles of her lower legs flex. My eyes moved to her ass cheeks, so plump and firm, and the yellow string of the bikini that disappeared between them. I felt it suddenly, the stirring of my cock inside my shorts.

“God, I don’t believe it. She’s so hot.”
I watched as she walked toward the pool. She approached the edge of it, gracefully extended on foot to the water, breaking its smooth surface with her toe, sending small, circling ripples in all directions. She turned to me and smiled.
“The water’s so warm, Patrick! Are you sure you don’t want to come in?”
I saw her bikini top for the first time. She had slightly larger than average, perfectly formed sized breasts. The yellow cups of the garment suspended their ample weight clingingly, and the tips of her large nipples made two visible bumps in their surface. I became conscious of the fact that I was staring at them, and raised my eyes quickly to hers.
“Umm, I didn’t bring a suit, Renee’.”
She looked at me for a moment, not saying anything, but I would have sworn that there was a devilish little smile on her lips. After a moment, she shrugged her shoulders resignedly, and quickly dove into the water, making almost no splash. I watched her smooth body glide through the water, my eyes drinking in her sinewy curves. She came up for air at the deep end of the pool.

“Aww, your no fun! Little Patrick afraid to get wet?”
She followed this with a splash of water in my direction.
“Hey! Not on the guitars!” I laughed.
I felt warm and flushed all over.
“Is she coming on to me?”
She made her way over to the ladder on my side of the pool, grabbing the rungs with her hands, and pulling herself up. She walked toward me, the water running in rivulets down her smooth, dark body.
“ Patrick, there is something that I want to ask you.”
I looked up at her, still plucking at the strings of my old guitar.
“Yes?” I asked, trying hard not to stare at her nipples, now visible through the thin, wet material of the bikini top.
“Do you find me attractive?”
I was sweating now.
“Yes,” I replied in a shaky voice.
“Very.”
She smiled down at me.
“Put the guitar down, Patrick.”
I obeyed, setting the instrument down into the case on the floor.
“Stand up, please, Patrick.”
I did my face now inches from hers. 
“You know, Patrick, I really looked forward to our lesson this week. I get so lonely here sometimes. My husband is gone so often.”
As she said this, her eyes dropped again. She continued talking.

“He loves me, I know he does, but sometimes he is so cold and distant. He shuts me out.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just shook my head sympathetically.
“He’s not like you, Patrick. You’re so warm and open. I feel like I can tell you anything. I love our time together.”
I looked into her eyes. I saw the loneliness, and immediately I understood. It now became apparent to me what she wanted.
I slowly bent my head, and pressed my lips to hers. She pushed against me lightly. I became flushed; I felt all of the blood in my body rushing to my face at once. I placed my hands on the smooth skin of her arms and gently stroked up and down, softly caressing her. The kiss lingered, and, for a moment, all time stopped. All I could feel was the bliss of this wonderful new connection. 
I felt her hands on my chest, softly running them in circles over it. She then lowered them, sliding them up under the shirt over my bare chest. My skin erupted in gooseflesh at her gentle touch, and a wonderful shiver shot through my body. I clutched her arms, pulling her closer to me, my lips against hers, tasting her, experiencing this exciting woman. I felt my cock growing with hardness, pushing against the inside of my shorts as it swelled with arousal.
My hands slid down her body toward those wonderful, taut ass cheeks. My fingers slid over the G-string of the scant bikini, coming to rest on their plump roundness, my fingers clutching them, feeling their tender softness, pulling them toward me. 

“I have to have this woman.”
She pushed me back gently, giving me a little smile and looking deep into my eyes. She reached behind her back and undid the tiny strap of her bikini top. It fell away, her beautiful round breasts falling to their natural state, freed of their restraint. She had large nipples, swollen with arousal, surrounded by wide, dark brown aureoles. 
“Oh my God.. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
I felt light headed. I raised my hands to them, my fingers brushing over those hard, rubbery nipples. 
“So firm, so wonderful.”
My hands then cupped them, feeling their weight. I lowered my head down, and took the right nipple into my mouth, sucking it in between my lips. I heard Renee gasp with pleasure. It was nearly an inaudible moan, almost restrained. I sucked harder, pulling her swollen nipple between my teeth, and grazing it against them ever so gently.
“Oh, Patrick! I want you now!”
Those words were too much. I was so excited now that I felt myself shaking with desire. I raised my head and looked into her eyes, at the same time pulling her around to the couch. She laid down on it, raising her knees, her brown eyes looking into mine hungrily.