..I can’t believe you’re in here.” She broke her embrace and slid up next to me on the piano bench. “I can’t believe you can play the piano ...ike that.” My heart raced; I think even she could hear it. I said to her in a low, graveled voice, “How did you know I was in here?” She turned her head gently towards me and looked deep into my eyes. “Mrs. Olson told me you played in here every day. I didn’t believe her, but when she unlocked the door to let you in, I slipped in behind you before it. She was mid-twenties, and perfect in every way. Bent over a bar stool, legs spread enticingly and bound to the stool with red velvet ribbon, wrists tied to the lower rung on the opposite side. Her round, full breasts hung free, and as I reached out to fondle them she smiled up at me and said “Merry Christmas, Sir. I’m Holly.” I grabbed one nipple and twisted it. As her sweet voice cried out in pain the stirring in my cock became a steady throb. I unzipped and pulled it out. Stroking my. )It was the unattainable as I sang for us. She pulled me down and I gave her the song with my lips beside her ear. She moaned softly as I finished the first chorus. She moved her hips beneath me. She was wet and warm. I put my forehead on hers and pulled my hips back. She squeezed me hard with her arms as I moved into her.The song kept me in place. I could not move and sing, so I sang and she moved. She danced beneath me and as the last amarte (to love you) left my lips, I kissed her. She came. I even dreamed about coming in his back gate and pulling off my clothes to straddle him in the bright, warm sun. I did begin to dress a bit differently when I knew I would see him and started choosing what I wore to be just a bit sexier, a bit more provocative. I began to see for myself that he was looking at me and looking in a way that a man does at a woman he desires. As each time went by, it seemed like we were both just a tiny bit more open with the flirtatious nature of our banter and.