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THE MUSIC TEACHER
It was a Friday afternoon during the last school break when the music teacher called for me. One of the pupils in a lower grade delivered a message that Mrs. van Zyl would like to speak to me before the end of the school day. As I didn't take music as a subject, I was curious as to what it could be about. It was a very small school with only about 100 pupils from grade 8 to 12. As I was a member of the student body, I suspected that she needed help with some administrative issue. Just after the bell announced the end of the last class I knocked on the door of the music class.
Mrs. van Zyl opened and beckoned me inside. She was a divorced lady in her mid 40's and was the secret object of many schoolboys' fantasy (including my own). She had dark-blond hair, cut off in a neat style around her shoulders, a very nice hand full of perky breasts and a set of legs to die for. Today she was wearing a flower patterned sun dress that complimented her assets.
"You were looking for me, Mrs. van Zyl?" I asked politely.
"Yes, tell me Pete, you still own that big music system you used at the school dance last year?"
A smile formed on my lips as I realized what favour I was into. I did have an impressive mobile disco system. I used it to make some extra pocket money at weddings and birthday parties. She must have seen it at the last school dance and obviously she needed it for some event.
"Yeah sure, do you need to hire my services" I said, thinking of what I could do with some extra cash money.
"Well I, I..." She started blushing a bit and continued hesitantly. "Yes, but it's not the usual dance thing."
"What is it then?" I asked quite confused.
"Well it's a private fashion show," she replied.
"I think I can manage that," I said quite confident. "I did the sound at a fashion festival last year."
She was still blushing red and said. "This will be somewhat different. It's actually a sensitive issue. I'll be one of the models myself. The potential clients will be high society ladies from the city."
"Well I can't see how that is going to be a problem Mrs. van Zyl," I said with a frown on my forehead.
"The problem is we will be modeling some underwear and lingerie and we need someone who will really handle it in a professional manner."
It was off her chest now and she looked relieved that she finally said it. "It's a bit embarrassing to ask one of the school pupils, but I've known you for years now, and am quite sure you will keep it highly confidential. There is really no one else I can trust. I thought about using my home stereo, but I really want to add some professional flair and that just would not do it."
"Oh I see," I felt a red rush forming over my cheeks. "But will you be comfortable with my presence there?" I asked.
"I think I might be a bit shy at first, but I think I will get over it after a drink or two." She laughed and added. "The question is will you be comfortable?"
"I don't know," I said honestly, I've never seen women in underwear before except in magazine ads and stuff, but I think I'll be able to handle it. Is there time for a rehearsal or a practice run, when is the event?" I asked.
"It's Saturday in two weeks. In the same barn on my farm where we held the school dance last year. If you have some free time this weekend, I think it might be a good idea to do a rehearsal. I already hired the stage. It will be great if we can work through the program and select all the music ahead of time."
"I will have time tonight," I said feeling my heart beat in my chest. "I also think that I would be more relaxed if I had some idea of what to expect, I don't want to get a bad reputation from your high class customers."
"OK how about tonight, say 8PM? Must I come and collect you?" she asked.
"No, I'll be fine. The equipment won't fit in your car. I'll borrow my father's pick-up van. 8PM is just fine. Maybe I can leave the equipment there, so it is ready and tested for the event?" I asked as I stood up to leave.
"Off course. It will be safe and you will save some time in setting it up for the actual event. See you at 8 then," she smiled.
Mrs. van Zyl lived on a smallholding about 5km from town. I stopped in front of her house a minute before 8. The barn was just next to the house. As I started offloading the equipment she met me outside.
"I see you are very punctual," she said as she helped to carry in some of the smaller stuff. She was still in the summer dress of the afternoon and I could not help wondering what was underneath.
"Always," I commented on her statement. "And do you really think I'd be late for an underwear show?" I teased.
She blushed and said. "Well I hope you're not going to be disappointed, remember it will only be me tonight and I'm not exactly an oil painting!"
"Oh come on, I think you're a very attractive oil painting," I used her own description.
She just laughed and said. "I'll take that as a compliment, but remember you haven't seen me without clothes yet."
I could see her face was getting red again and I changed the subject: "It will take about 30 minutes to set up the sound."
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.
"Coffee will be fine" I said, "On the other hand if you've got something stronger, it might do the nerves some good. I did turn 18 last week," I assured her in case she had some objections in giving pupils alcoholic drinks.
"Ok, you go on, I'll fetch us a drink."
I continued to set up the equipment next to a T-Shaped stage about 1 meter high, which I was sure, would be used for a catwalk.
"It's whisky and soda," she said as returned and handed me a glass.
"Thanks," I said, noticing her hand trembled a bit as she handed me a glass. "So, what will the sequence of the program be for the event?" I asked as I made the last connections to the system.
"We will be 10 models in total. There will be four categories of clothing. We will all parade in a different item for the same category doing a catwalk once each and then one time all together again. We must work out how long the music must be to accommodate all 10 women. There will then be a short break between the categories to give us time to change."
"Ok," I said. "We will take the time then it takes you to walk the catwalk 11 times, is that right?"
"Yes, just make sure there aren't any silent breaks during the walk," she asked-said concerned.
"Don't worry," I assured her. "I'll mix in songs with the same beat without you even noticing it. What are the categories, I suppose we should have a different theme for each?"
"Yes, that would be great. We will start of with gowns and sleeping wear. We will follow that with practical casual and sport underwear. The third category is named 'sexy' and we will end the night with 'naughty and revealing'"
"Ok, that sounds simple," I tried to sound professional. "I suggest we start with a slow beat and up it with each category."
"Sounds perfect," she smiled.
"Well, shall we start then?" I asked. "I already have some songs in mind, unfortunately you will have to do all of the 11 walks each time as the tempos of the songs will differ for the categories."
"I understand" she said. "Just another thing. I haven't received the official collection of lingerie yet, so I won't be able to wear it tonight."
She must have seen my face drop for she immediately continued. "You'll just have to be satisfied what I've got from my own collection," she whispered.
"No problem, I'll do a bit of background music while you change. First up the gowns and sleeping wear?"
"Yes, I'll quickly go and change. When you see the back door opening again you can start the music sequence." She disappeared through a door at the back of the catwalk.
I started to play some light background music. After about 5 minutes the same door opened again. I started a slow-dance music sequence I selected. Mrs. van Zyl ascended the stairs at the back of the catwalk. She was wearing a cream satin night robe. The soft slippery material followed the contours of her body as she slowly walked passed me on the catwalk. I could see her nipples protruding slightly through the thin fabric. She smiled at me as she walked by. She was now walking away from me towards the top part of the T-shaped platform. I could clearly see the folds of the gown inclining the cleft of her buttocks. At the "T" of the catwalk she first turned right, still walking away from me. At the end of the platform she abruptly turned and walked towards the other side of the "T". Again to the middle and then straight back to me. I felt an uncomfortable bulch in my pants as I saw the long night robe clinging to her legs. The triangle of her womanhood straining against the material. As she walked by she asked. "Are you Ok?"
"Yes" I said trying to sound undistracted. "Another 10 times and we're set." She repeated the same sequence over and over again. Each time her graceful movements added to the pain in my groin. Every time she walked with more confidence, swaying her hips as she did. At last the sequence was over.
"5 Minutes and 42 seconds!" I broadcasted the official result.
"How did I look?" she asked.
"In his official capacity the DJ is not allowed to make any subjective comments regarding the contestants," I teased her in a very formal voice.
"And in his personal capacity?" she laughed.
"Painfully beautiful!" I exclaimed.
"Thank you. Now for the next sequence. Wait for the door and don't get a heart attack!"
"Thanks for the warning!" I shouted as she once again disappeared through the door.
I started a slightly faster song as she appeared again. I couldn't believe my eyes. From the darkness behind the catwalk appeared our music teacher, Mrs. van Zyl, wearing only a bra and panties. It was a matching white cotton set from Jockey. As she was walking towards me I could see that the both the bra and panties were very tight fitting. The bulch of her vulva formed a curved bonnet on the inside of the white material. As she walked pass me she revealed two tight buns, bouncing slightly up and down as she walked.
When she eventually returned facing me again, I could see the material had slightly crept up inside the folds of her womanhood. As she walked a clear visible slit followed the motion of her legs. With each step the cotton fabric cut in deeper and deeper. I lost track of how many times she did the catwalk, I think it might have been 8 times and used the moment when she had her back to me to quickly stroke over my erect penis. I could feel how little drops formed on the tip. I looked down and saw my pants had a dark spot formed by the pre-cum. I reached inside my pants to shift my hurting penis in a more comfortable position.
"We're not even at the sexy bit and you are struggling already!" Mrs. van Zyl's voice shocked me back to reality.
I quickly released my penis. She was standing right above me on the catwalk. Her legs were slightly apart. Two thick lips were clearly visible underneath the white panties. A few lost brown curls of pubic hair showed next to the elastic. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. van Zyl...I didn't realize..."
"Oh don't worry, that's why we have a rehearsal so you can get used to it. We wouldn't want you to be embarrassed in front of an audience do we?" she said sympathetically.
"It's still embarrassing!" I complained.
"Do you think I have it easy to parade in this skimpy outfit?" She laughed and looked down at the panties. "Oh my gosh! I did not realize it was that bad! I'm so sorry..." she exclaimed as she pulled the fabric out of the lips. A wet spot was evidence of where the material had previously been.
"No please it's all right. It's just that I've never seen anything like that before," I said trying to look her in the eyes.
"Well I guess we'll just have to give this category another try then?" she smiled.
"Ok then" I said, "Ready when you are!"
She walked to the back of the catwalk again. I started the music again and this time tried to keep eye contact instead of looking at the goods. She finished the sequence in 4 minutes 27 seconds without incident.
"Well are you ready for the sexy part?" she asked with a devious smile.
"Goodness Mrs. van Zyl, if that wasn't sexy I really haven't seen anything in my life yet!"
"We'll soon fix that!" she laughed and walked away to get changed yet again. I selected an eveven faster piece of music as the back door opened again after about 7 long minutes.
She was wearing matching pink bra and panties set with very fine embroidery. The material was very thin and semi-transparent. I could clearly see the two little dark circles of her nipples showing through the bra. A darkish brown patch showed through the panties. I gasped for my breath.
"You OK boy?" she asked as she walked passed me.
"No I'm not OK, you're torturing me!" I cried.
"Shame on you, just hold on, we're nearly finished!" she shouted over her shoulder and wriggled her arse a bit to multifold the degree of my torture.
Ten more times she tortured me with her semi-nude body. The hints of dark patches imprinted in my mind forever. As she finished the last walk she returned to where I was sitting. Again she stood above me on the catwalk giving me an unobstructed view. She looked down and asked. "So how did I do?"
"You did just fine Mrs. van Zyl, I am close to death!" I tried to lighten my own embarrassment.
"You poor thing. I'm sorry I had to put you up with all this," she really sounded concerned.
"No please, I'm only joking! You really think I don't enjoy this?" I could make out the shape of some dark curls of hair through her panties. I knew there must have been a huge wet spot on the tip of my bulging shorts by now. I no longer cared if she saw it.
"I can wash that out for you and put it in the tumble dryer before you leave, it might make a stain. I don't want your parents asking questions about what you've been up to."
Well she did see it then and the thought actually contributed to an inch more of my erect penis.
"Thanks, I might take you up on your offer. Are we ready for the last sequence? What was it again? Naughty and revealing I think," I replied.
She sat down on the catwalk, her legs hanging off the side, slightly apart, and her feet close to my music system. Her panties were now in line with my face and I had and even better view than before. Her sitting position pressed her vulva hard against the tiny panties and my eyes were fixated on the bulge that formed.
"I must be honest, I don't have anything in my own collection that would be suited for that category," she said.
"I don't think anything can be more 'naughty and revealing' than what you are wearing now!" I exclaimed.
"Oh boy, you really haven't seen anything yet!" she laughed out loud. "I'm talking peek-a-boo bras and crotch-less panties."
"What?" I honestly had no idea what she was talking about.
She was getting red in the face as she tried to explain. "You see with the bras there is an opening where the breasts pop out with no material to cover them. The same goes for the panties, there is no material to cover, to cover uh..., a woman's vagina." She was obvious embarrassed by the word.
"People really buy stuff like that?" I asked.
"Off course, we wouldn't be modeling it otherwise. My concern is if you can handle it." She pointed smilingly to the bulge in my pants and it was my turn to get red.
"We'll we won't know until the event then," I said.
"Unless..." she paused for a moment. "This stays between you and me ok?" With that she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She brought her hands back to support the now loose B cups. Inch by inch she lowered her hands. Two beautiful breasts came into view. Just a bit more than a handful. The nipples were rosy pink and erect. My mouth fell open. She laughed and the bra fell on the music system. She stood up and hooked her fingers in the sides of the panties.
"Here we go," she said and slowly pulled the panties down. First the curly brown hair appeared, neatly trimmed in a triangle shape. As the panties moved down lower and lower I could see the fleshy part of her vulva. Two thick swollen lips came into view, pressed tightly together by her legs. The panties fell down to her feet. She stepped out of them with one leg, then lifted the other leg to take them in her hand. As she did so, her legs came apart, so did the lips and I had a glimpse of the pink glistening inner lips. She recovered her stance and looked down at me.
"You ok?" she asked.
I couldn't speak. I just stared at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Mrs. van Zyl, the school's music teacher was completely nude infront of me. Finally I managed to speak, I was close to tears. "I love this, I really do, I don't want to drop you, but I don't think I'll be able to concentrate now or at the event."
"You poor soul! Don't worry you'll get used to it, remember it's your first time you've seen it. Please don't give up now!" she really sounded worried. "Won't it help if you relieved yourself before the show?" she asked matter of factly.
"I think so, I have this terrible urge and pain right now." I muttered helplessly.
"Do you want me to leave and come back in a few minutes?" she asked politely.
"Can you stay, I want to look at you while I do it. Do you mind?" I asked.
"No not at all. I think it may do you some good to get used to it. And it will help with my own embarrassment in seeing you naked as well." She sat down on the platform. Again she drew her legs up to her chin, exposing he the thick outer lips of her vulva. I slowly lowered my shorts and underwear simultaneously and my erect penis popped out of its restrainment. As I stroked back and forth the droplets of pre-cum changed into a white foamy excretion. Mrs. van Zyl looked intensively at my motions and started to slowly part her legs. I looked in fascination as her lips parted in the middle. A little knob of flesh appeared at the top part of the lips. Wider and wider she spread her legs. Her private parts looked shiny and juicy. Then to my amazement she placed her hand on top of her private parts and spread the lips wide open with her fingers. A dark gaping hole became visible and I found myself staring into her vagina. Juices dribbled out of it and slowly trickled down her leg. I was ready to explode and I did. It felt like every muscle in my body contracted. My load shot and shot through the air, most of it landing right between her legs. The thick white juice trickled slowly between the lips, down to her vagina's entrance where it collected as a white puddle.
"I'm so sorry!" I whispered in a scared voice, not sure what her reaction would be.
"Wow, I've never seen a load like that. You must have really been in pain." She smiled at me. She looked down at the mess I made on her. "I think we both need to clean up a bit before we continue." She stood up and winked at me: "Come, I have some towels in the house."
I followed her to the house, both of us walking naked. In the bathroom she handed me a towel while she started to clean herself.
"Do you want to take a shower while I clean this up?" she pointed at my trousers.
"Yes please," I replied.
"You go ahead then, I'll wait for you in the living room." She left me alone in the bathroom.
After about ten minutes I was finished and I walked to her living room, a towel wrapped around my waist.
She was sitting on a couch, dressed in her summer dress again. I had to pinch myself to believe it wasn't all just a dream.
"Your clothes are in the dryer, it will only be a few minutes. I don't know how the rest of your week-end is, but it might be a good idea to do the whole rehearsal again, we did not finish the first one completely."
"Yes, I definitely would feel more comfortable if we could do it again," I replied and sat down on one of the couches. "I'll make sure I am more prepared tomorrow night"
"Tomorrow night is fine. Can I get you another drink?" she asked.
She stood up and left for the kitchen. After a minute she returned with another glass of whiskey and soda. She was holding my clothes in the other hand.
"There you go big boy." She smiled as she tossed the clothes on my lap.
I stood up and struggled a bit to pull up my shorts while keeping the towel in place.
"Here let me help you," she said and before I could decline she bent down and started to pull up my underpants. I rested my one arm on her shoulder for balance. When the material finally come to rest over my penis I could feel some of her fingers rubbing first against my scrotum and then for a brief second against my shaft. If it was accidental I wouldn't know, but the reaction to her touch was immediate. My penis jumped to full attention again.
"Boy, you are sensitive!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry," I replied.
"No, don't be, it's a compliment." She reached for my trousers and repeated the routine. Finally I was dressed again and sat down to savor my drink.
"So, you're not getting cold feet, you will still do this?" she asked and I knew I couldn't say no.
"Off course I will," I replied and I could hear a sigh of relieve.
"Thanks Pete, I won't forget this, if you ever need something just ask."
"Thanks, I will," I said. There was a bit of awkward silence as we finished our drinks.
I stood up and put my empty glass on the cupboard. "I'd better be leaving then," I said reluctantly.
She walked me outside. At the truck I paused and said-asked. "Mrs. van Zyl, you said I could ask you anything?"
"Yes?" she replied a bit hesitantly. "What is it Pete?"
"Well I just wanted to do one thing and ask that you will not be angry at me." I took all my courage and reached between her legs. My hand cupped the soft bulge of flesh through the thin cotton dress. A warm sensation went through my hand as felt the elastics of her panties. I felt her hand covering mine and expected it to be moved away. She just pressed my hand harder against her and felt how my middle finger sunk between two fleshy lips. With her other hand she reached down to the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up. Higher until my hand was over her bare panties. She guided my hand up and then down again, tight against her flesh moving it underneath the white cotton panties. Soft hairy curls mingled with my fingers and still moving down my finger tips felt two swollen lips. It sunk away between them and I felt the wet, warm, inner flesh. She guided me lower and lower and I felt my middle finger entering a juicy hot hole. My finger was completely inside when she asked. "Is that what you wanted to feel?"
"Yes," I murmured. The pleasure ended abrupt as she moved my hand away and she let her dress fell down to her ankles again.
"I think that's enough for one night," she smiled. "You'd better get home now."
"Yes," I agreed as I climbed into the vehicle.
It must have been the longest Saturday of my life. Why I did it I do not know, but I told my parents that I would be staying over at some friends the night. I did not want to feel rushed to return home again. I also called Mrs. van Zyl to ask her if we could start a bit earlier. Though I was a bit scared, she sounded quite at ease as we agreed to six o' clock that evening.
It was 15 minutes to six as I kick-started my Suzuki 50cc bike. I drove slowly and stopped in front of Mrs. van Zyl's house exactly six o' clock. I felt a bit shy and awkward as I knocked on the door. I really didn't know what to expect. Would she be angry? Would she be embarrassed?
She opened the door and smiled. I was relieved.
"Hi Pete, punctual as usual," she said.
"Always," I repeated the previous night's response.
"Can I get you a drink before we start?"
"Please, we've got lots of time tonight," I said.
She showed me into the living room and I made myself comfortable on one of the couches. I noticed she wore a tight pair of jeans with a red pull-over jersey.
"What time do your parents expect you home?"
"Well...," I felt a red blush over my face. "I told them I was off to some friends and that I would not be home tonight," I was scared and waited her angry reply.
"That's good, and then we don't have to rush at all. The spare bedroom is always ready." She was really not making a big issue out of it. "Have you eaten yet?"
"Uh, no, but please don't go through a lot of trouble."
"No, it won't be trouble and it's been a while since I had a guest for dinner. But wait, drinks first." She turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Here," she said as she returned with two glasses.
"Thanks," I said. I took the whiskey and took a long sip.
Then the awkward silence again.
"You are still comfortable with the whole fashion show thing?" she asked.
"Yes, I think tonight will be better. After all, I've already seen you naked," I replied.
"Yeah, and felt me up good, more than I anticipated," she teased smilingly.
I felt the red rush to my face again. "I'm so sorry about that, but I..."
"Don't be silly. I started to enjoy it too much, that's why I moved your hand away." It was her turn to get a blush.
"Really?" I asked surprised.
"Off course. I am a woman you know and it has been a while since any man had touched me down there." She winked and sat down with her drink.
After a couple of minutes we were both finished with our drinks. She stood up and said. "I think I'll fix us both something to eat before we start. You must be starving by now."
"Mrs. van Zyl, could I ask you a favour while you make us dinner? You see I figured the more I see you nude, the more I'll get used to it."
"You want me to cook naked?" She laughed, "Well that's one thing I haven't done before. Well OK, but on one condition."
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I'm not going to be the only one naked!" She laughed and began to pull the red pull-over up. She was wearing a black lacy bra. She turned around. "Will you help me with this?"
I got up and fumbled with the hooks of her bra. After a while I figured out the workings and the bra came loose. She turned to face me. I stared down the two moulds of flesh. The nipples hard and erect. She looked me in the eyes as she fumbled with the button on her jeans. Slowly she pulled down the zipper. She wasn't wearing panties.
I don't normally walk around like this, but I thought I had to change anyway," she sort of apologized. She pulled down her jeans to her ankles and then stepped out of them. She was naked again. This time I did not ask. I reached forward and touched her. My hand first cupped her vulva, then my middle finger parted her lips. She was wet and warm. She spread her legs a bit more and I could feel the damp wet opening of her vagina. I slowly inserted two fingers, felt some resistance at the opening. She relaxed her muscles and my fingers went up all the way. Slowly my fingers explored the inside of her vagina. The secret hidden folds, the soft fleshy walls. She went on her knees forcing my hand away from her. I felt her hands over my groin as she unfastened my jeans. She pulled off my jeans and underpants in one quick movement. My erect penis sprung out of its hiding place. She stroked the shaft slowly and gentle, continued to my balls. She moved her head forward and the warmest wettest sensation engulfed my penis as she swallowed all of me. I couldn't hold any more. I came and came and came. My penis shooting its white load deep into her mouth. She just sucked and swallowed until all of it was gone. She released me only after she sensed that it was getting uncomfortable. She looked up at me. Funny, I did not feel ashamed or anything. I just pulled her forward and hugged her. She stroked my hair and I felt as at home like never before. I wanted to cry for some or other odd reason. She kept comforting me and moved to sit next to me. My head was on her lap, she kept on stroking my hair as if I was a baby.
I must have dozed off. I awoke with sounds from the kitchen. I sat up and saw that I was covered in a blanket. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. There she was. Still naked, busy preparing something on the stove. I put my arms around her and cupped her breasts from behind. She lovingly laid her head back against my shoulder.
"Hi," she said, barely whispering. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I'm more than fine," I whispered into her ear.
I pulled her closer to me and stroked my hands all over her body. I could feel her body relax, nearly go limp in my arms. Her buttocks pressed lightly against my penis, provoking it again to a full erection. She pressed a little harder and my penis slowly entered the cleft of her buttocks. She bent forward slowly, forcing my penis inch for inch deeper into the cleft. She spread her legs a bit and suddenly I felt her pubic lips on my penis tip. Soft, warm and moist. She started to press backward. The lips slowly engulfed my penis tip. Somewhere she contracted muscles and I cried out as a warm wet clenching feeling of ecstasy gripped me. She forced her buttocks backwards and my penis glided into her vagina's shaft. Deeper and deeper until I could feel my scrotum against her lips. For a moment we just stood like that. My penis buried deep inside her womanhood. Lightly she began to rock. Forward and backward. My penis sliding in and out her juicy flesh. I slipped out completely and my penis slided through her lips, all the way down the slit. Mrs. van Zyl made a little groaning sound as my tip touched her clitoris. She reached through her legs, grabbed my penis and moved it a few times up and down her slit. Then she guided the tip to her entrance again and allowed me to slide all the way back inside her. I couldn't stand still anymore. In sequence we thrusted our hips back and forth. I could hear a squish-squish sound and felt her wetness dripping on my scrotum. It was too much for me and I thrusted my hips forward. I felt how my white juice shot deep inside her vagina. Again the walls contracted and helped squeeze out the powerful jets of liquid, shot after shot. After I finished she slowly raised her body again. I felt my limp penis leave her vagina, bringing along some of the liquids. I knew that there would not be any more rehearsals for the rest of the night as she led me to her bedroom.