Roni The Piano Teacher

Roni, The Piano Teacher

Illustrated by Roni:

Roni closed her website in early 2012, sorry.

Ever since my wife passed away six months ago, I have been working long hours five days a week and most often, for the better part of every Saturday. Then come Sunday morning, I would grab my digital camera and head out into the streets of Honolulu to snap pictures of anything or anyone who seemed interesting at that moment.

This Sunday is no different than the others and the shining sun illuminates the buildings and the luxuriant vegetation as there are absolutely no clouds in the pale blue sky. For once I feel like I am alive again and happy to be free on this magnificent day.

Walking down a lovely street where all the houses have a garden and flower beds all over their property, I notice one that has a sign at the end of the cement path, where it reaches the sidewalk. It says: "Roni's Piano Lessons" in gold letters on a shiny white background. Um… I think to myself, wouldn't that be great to get back to piano, even at my age...?

In fact, I had taken piano lessons way back when I was a young boy. Nuns would teach it as part of my every day classes and I remember I really hated the musical theory lessons in particular, while I enjoyed sitting at the instrument itself. It was actually fascinating to hear melodious sounds come out of the big box as a result of my own little fingers doing their thing on the black and white notes! I had become good enough to read music and play what was written on the sheets, although I had no real hopes of becoming a professional performer.

Why not! I say to myself. I turn and walk decidedly along the small path that leads to Roni's house and knock on the door. It is almost eleven in the morning, so I am certain I won't be disturbing anyone, even if they got to bed late last night.

To my surprise, it is Roni herself who answers the door…

- Good morning madam. My name is Pierre and I come to inquire about the piano lessons.

- Aloha Pierre. Please come in, I am Roni, the piano teacher.

I follow behind as the very nice looking lady walks down a hallway towards her living room where she sits on the piano bench and smiles at me. She is wearing a red blouse over a black skirt, with matching red and black high-heels that are tied to her ankles with a sexy thin strap. The lady has a very shapely pair of legs that seem to be clad in reinforced heel and toes nylons. I can tell those are regular stockings and not pantyhose because they make wrinkles and creases as her legs move about. Especially at the ankles and behind the knees…

I am staring at those marvelous legs as her stockings have quite an effect on me. All my life I have had this secret fetish for nylons as I had had some very exciting experiences during my youth, when such nylons were worn daily by my mother and my aunts.

What really sends tingling sensations all the way down to my penis right now is the fact that Roni's skirt is split at the front and shows the stocking welts, where the silky nylon is darker as it is reinforced to permit the garter snaps to secure them tightly to the garter belt or girdle… I must be staring at her thighs too insistently as Roni reaches for the split skirt with her hands to try and cover whatever is showing.

It is at that moment that I notice how sheer her blouse is! My gosh, I can clearly make out her voluptuous breasts underneath the transparent material. The black bra she is wearing seems to be pushing those round and firm masses together, making them a very tempting pair to admire or even caress…

I just cannot recognize myself having thoughts like these at such a time! Here I am, clumsily standing in front of this charming lady who is obviously shy because I stare at her body like a young boy in front of a candy display…!

- Please have a seat Pierre, while I take care of this loose garter…

Gosh, I cannot believe this! Roni deliberately pulls that already short skirt up to reveal a series of black garter straps that pull at the stocking top. Her adroit fingers undo the metal snap and pull at the nylon until it is taught, before fixing the little round rubber button back into the double sized round loops that will secure it in place once it slides into the lower circle to lock the slippery nylon into place. Her left leg is crossed over her right knee while she takes care of this little detail and my eyes remain riveted to those shapely legs and slim ankles as her hand goes over the nylon to smooth out some of the creases…

- Here we are… she exclaims.

Her voice suddenly brings me back to reality! I am trying to take my eyes off of her because her nylon encased legs are getting me all stirred up with unfamiliar emotions, mixed with sexual urges that I had not felt in a very long time…

- So Pierre, you are here for some piano lessons…?

- Yes ma'am…

- Come on, call me Roni! I won't hurt you, you know.

- Yes, Roni. I'm sorry. I am a bit shy and uneasy about this. You see, my wife passed away only a few months ago, and I had not really planned on taking any piano lessons until I happened to walk by your sign…

- Poor thing. Don't be shy darling! I am an easy going woman and I want you to feel comfortable and to enjoy yourself while you are with me.

Roni is smiling at me and still has her leg crossed that shows all of her stocking welt, garter straps and a bit of her bare skin on her thigh. I don't quite know how to react to that but my penis is sure itching as it begins to swell inside my shorts!

- Am I dressed too provocatively for you Pierre…?

- Well, no… I mean, yes. I find you to be very good looking madam. It has been quite a long time since I saw such a beautiful woman wearing nylons, high-heels and a sheer blouse that lets you appreciate that great pair of breasts that you…

- Oh! Pierre how nice of you to compliment me on my attire…! She interrupts me. So you do like my sexy blouse then…?

With her question comes a provocative gesture of her hands that reach up with both her index fingers pointing towards the tip of her breasts…

- When I wear this sheer red blouse, my nipples get hard as pencil erasers… I don't know what makes that happen. It must be the feel of the nylon rubbing over the satin bra that sends funny vibrations into my areolas…

- I can imagine… I clumsily respond, feeling my penis spring to attention and push harder at my underwear!

- So Pierre, my handsome widow man… What type of piano lessons did you have in mind?
Roni is now standing up, with her left knee resting on the bench. She is giving me a sexy look while her left thigh is showing in the wide open split of her skirt! I am dumbfounded and really don't know what to answer. The more I think about it, the more I believe it was a great mistake to want to take such lessons at my age.

But as the thoughts rumble inside my head, my eyes can't leave that nylon leg that is being offered for me to feast on. I admire the shapely gams, the silky nylons, the sexy high-heels and those numerous straps that pull at the darker welt! My cock has now grown to a full erection and is very uncomfortable as it pushes against the crotch of my tight underwear and trousers! I would like to get up and leave… But I can't! How will I be able to walk with such a hard-on in the first place…!

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