Later on; as I’m packing away my equipment and by now mostly everyone has gone home. I gather everything together, place the polished ebony lid down...on the grand piano and switch of the lights as I clear each area, I place some items in a cupboard under the stage. as I shuffle about arranging things to fit neatly, I hear the sound of stiletto heels walking up the dark corridor in my direction, as I shuffle backwards to get out of the cupboard I recognise that perfume again, and it drives me. She let me in..The moment I went in.. I quickly locked the door and started kissing her.I got an instant hard on…We were kissing like crazy …I started pressing her boobs …Pushed her to the wall and was kissing her and squeezing her boobs.I then removed her top…She was wearing a black bra…She was looking fucking hot in bra and her jeansI quickly removed her jeans.She was only in her underwear…Damn…She was looking soo hot …She then put her hand on my dick.Which was already super hard …And trying. Was it when I was pulling on a pair of tight girly jeans that I would pair with high stilettos and found I was not thinking how I might look in the mirror and how the clothes felt to me, but how sexy my ass would look to him? Or was it when in my day job I could still feel his cum still swimming around in my stomach from the night before, and it gave me a satisfied feeling? Or that through the pain of it, I experienced bursts of pleasure as his hard cock rammed my asshole into submission,. Nat was 6 years older than me and even as a teenager, I knew it was a futile girlish dream.He had always been there though, allowing me to cry on his shoulder. He had even rescued me from becoming a victim of my own teenage recklessness by pulling an overly amorous boyfriend off of me just before "No" became rape. But above and beyond all of that, Nat was really good company. Well, he was when he wasn't acting like an ass.I had no idea what had gotten into Nat lately. He was more tense the past.