Post by goldenmyst on Jul 1, 2018 22:13:42 GMT -6
The Vibratory Effect of Piano Music
As a young lady in the women’s auxiliary, I take my place in the adult choir. One evening after rehearsal the choir director, Ms. Rosie, watches me take off my robes after practice. Though fully clothed beneath in my dress something about her gaze gives me shivers, not of fear, but of another sensation, not unpleasant at all.
Rosie says, “Hey there Sandy. I’ve been watching you blossom as a singer. Your tonalities have improved by leaps and bounds. But there is another learning technique I have in mind for you. This involves tactile learning which, in my experience is the best. I’m going to look the other way and I want you to take off all your clothes. Then I need you to put on only your robes with nothing underneath. I know it sounds strange but you’ve got to trust me.”
“Are you sure this is proper Ms. Rosie?”
“We’re both adults, my dear. You will absorb your lessons at ten times the rate than simply listening and singing accomplishes.”
I lift off my robe, slip out of my dress, and wiggle out of my lingerie. Out of my curiosity and thirst for learning all that religion can offer I pull my robe back over my shoulders as I feel the new sensation of the cotton rubbing my bare breasts.
Ms. Rosie turns around and says, “The next step involves me playing for you, no pun intended. But to give you a better feel for the music I need you to lean on the Baby Grand with only your buttocks touching the wood.” That sounds innocent enough and so I comply. She plays a Mozart concerto and the vibrations make my bottom tingle like when I tried this on the washing machine during spin cycle back home. My soft skin palpitates to her rhythms.
She says, “By the look on your face I can tell that you’re really getting into the notes. Now I want you to sit on the piano so that your flower is pressed into the wood directly with only the cloth between you and the spruce while I tickle the ivory.”
“But I’m ticklish.”
“Don’t you want the full experience that music can give you?”
I take my seat on the wood and my orchid is placed directly above the soundboard. For this part of our session, she moves from liturgical music to rock and roll. I am so ready for this. She plays me long and hard with my maidenhood feeling the fire like a groupie at a concert.
Pretty soon she is banging the keys with sound waves which are jarring to my ears but oh so pleasurable where my rose blooms. The heat makes me slick under the fabric. I begin squirming like a woman sitting on an outdoor metal seat on a sweltering summer day.
She hits the keys with a tempo so hard and fast, that the ripples penetrate me like no man ever has. She slams the ivory until I can no longer contain my pleasure and moan.
“My fingers are on fire and so are you judging by the sound you made. That has to be the most perfect sync of body and sound I’ve heard in all my years as a musician. You may get dressed.”
Our Lady of Perpetual Penance finally gives me something to be unashamed about.
As a young lady in the women’s auxiliary, I take my place in the adult choir. One evening after rehearsal the choir director, Ms. Rosie, watches me take off my robes after practice. Though fully clothed beneath in my dress something about her gaze gives me shivers, not of fear, but of another sensation, not unpleasant at all.
Rosie says, “Hey there Sandy. I’ve been watching you blossom as a singer. Your tonalities have improved by leaps and bounds. But there is another learning technique I have in mind for you. This involves tactile learning which, in my experience is the best. I’m going to look the other way and I want you to take off all your clothes. Then I need you to put on only your robes with nothing underneath. I know it sounds strange but you’ve got to trust me.”
“Are you sure this is proper Ms. Rosie?”
“We’re both adults, my dear. You will absorb your lessons at ten times the rate than simply listening and singing accomplishes.”
I lift off my robe, slip out of my dress, and wiggle out of my lingerie. Out of my curiosity and thirst for learning all that religion can offer I pull my robe back over my shoulders as I feel the new sensation of the cotton rubbing my bare breasts.
Ms. Rosie turns around and says, “The next step involves me playing for you, no pun intended. But to give you a better feel for the music I need you to lean on the Baby Grand with only your buttocks touching the wood.” That sounds innocent enough and so I comply. She plays a Mozart concerto and the vibrations make my bottom tingle like when I tried this on the washing machine during spin cycle back home. My soft skin palpitates to her rhythms.
She says, “By the look on your face I can tell that you’re really getting into the notes. Now I want you to sit on the piano so that your flower is pressed into the wood directly with only the cloth between you and the spruce while I tickle the ivory.”
“But I’m ticklish.”
“Don’t you want the full experience that music can give you?”
I take my seat on the wood and my orchid is placed directly above the soundboard. For this part of our session, she moves from liturgical music to rock and roll. I am so ready for this. She plays me long and hard with my maidenhood feeling the fire like a groupie at a concert.
Pretty soon she is banging the keys with sound waves which are jarring to my ears but oh so pleasurable where my rose blooms. The heat makes me slick under the fabric. I begin squirming like a woman sitting on an outdoor metal seat on a sweltering summer day.
She hits the keys with a tempo so hard and fast, that the ripples penetrate me like no man ever has. She slams the ivory until I can no longer contain my pleasure and moan.
“My fingers are on fire and so are you judging by the sound you made. That has to be the most perfect sync of body and sound I’ve heard in all my years as a musician. You may get dressed.”
Our Lady of Perpetual Penance finally gives me something to be unashamed about.
