Anna – A Mentor And LoverAnna – A Mentor And Lover

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Yes, he would admit it, he was hooked into Anna Taylorson, the woman with her enigmatic smile, and fulsome figure, that he now saw shaped by a stylish cardigan, its magenta colour stark against her pale skin. It made her auburn hair, with its unmistakable reddish-orange tints look so captivating. She loved her jewellery; he never saw her without a thin necklace, or two, that were usually adorned by coloured beads, silver baubles, or a variety of geometric shapes. Today, two strands hung enticingly against, and into, her deep cleavage, the cardigan shaping her breasts perfectly. Anna possessed an understated stylishness that never seemed to fade; attention to her appearance was something he could never fault her on, just as she would bring the demands she put on herself to the teaching of music and the piano in particular. With her undoubted attractiveness there also came an agile mind, ready wit, and a passionate heart that she seemed to reserve only for him, now.“You know I’ll be there to see and hear you play,” she smiled, her slender-fingered hands smoothing her black skirt over shapely hips. “Of all those that I have taught, you have been the best, late developer that you were. Your gift made up for so much that others simply couldn’t reach in such a short time.”“It’s all because of you,” he smiled on taking in her look upon him.“You always had it in you, I saw that from the first moments we met, and you began to play. I encouraged, corrected…I didn’t give you your instincts to play how you felt. That came from your heart and here…in your hands.”Liam felt the brush of her fingertips on his hand as he opened the door that led out onto the narrow verandah of her home. Its relative seclusion, on a tree-lined avenue on the outskirts of Boston, allowed her to teach those of varying abilities and devotion to their music and to not have her feeling that she was a noisy nuisance. Pupils came to her, or she would drive her small sedan to those who paid her to call on their children and teach them what she could.“Until tomorrow then…?”“Yes, until then,” she replied but pushed on the door and it clicked shut. “Play with your heart and feelings. Don’t think about me…you know that I’m with you.”The young man, a graphics artist working for an advertising agency, had been blessed with many skills and she often wondered which would take him the furthest in life. Commercial work was secure; the other was fraught with risk and uncertainty. She saw none of that in his face, saw the thoughtful look in his eyes when they Demetevler Escort discussed a piece of music. She might sit at his side on the piano stool and play by example, but not as technically perfect as she had taught him to become. Work meant a paycheck for the young man with his unruly mop of hair; a young man dressed in his creative ways that allowed him to give free rein to his imagination. All that was then to be set against the rigors and strict lines and tempo of the piece of music to be played. He was a virtuoso and she had him as a lover.To their passionate relationship there seemed to be no end, just as the beginnings of their affair had known of raging unpredictability…♥“You played beautifully, again” she smiled, stepping away from the piano and allowing him to stand up.It was difficult not to be moved by how he played, doing so as if for her and in homage. He always took a few moments to compose himself and come down from the ‘high’ that always possessed him when he became immersed in the music. This time it had been the slow, dreamy, wonder of a Debussy work, ‘Claire de Lune’, that evoked the mystery and majesty of space.“I wanted to play it, and to end my lesson, just for you.” Her presence, her perfume, and the wistful look on her face had not been ignored but had again influenced his playing. He had become so deeply involved with her and yet she did not truly know how unfathomable that had become. At work he was like an automaton; with her, he lived and breathed what he sought to do. “Be close to me, please?”Liam embraced her, Anna’s gasp of surprise and push of her hands, to restrain him, feeble and failing to prevent the kiss to the edge of her mouth that he sought. The look of his eyes, when they were upon her during the lesson, had revealed that emotions, other than those aroused by the piece of music, were at work in him. She had been disconcerted to feel that it was so in her too, but she had doubted whether to allow them to take a deeper hold of her.“We can’t do this…you mustn’t do this!”She became lost in the maelstrom of emotions that his advance on her had aroused. The gifted pianist, who put so much emotion into his playing that she would often feel a tightening in her throat, had let her know that different passions burned within him.“I carry a picture of you on my iPhone. I feel your touch on my shoulder sometimes when I’m playing and you have to turn the page. I meet the look of your eyes and I wonder what is going on behind them.”The words came Demetevler Escort Bayan out in a rush of warm breaths on her lips and face and she sought to get out of his embrace upon her. “What picture? I’ve never known of it, so when did you take it?”He let her go and soon scrolled through the images on the screen, Anna leaning in to look down, acutely aware of what she was doing, and that went against what she had just said, giving voice to her dismay at what he had done.“Hold it still!” she demanded in a harsher voice than she intended but her mind raced to confront what was happening between them. She now gripped his arm and met his look. “I didn’t know it had gone so far in you, Liam…other fires, other passions burn inside you, don’t they?”“Yes, and just as they do in you. I’ve just let them go and I’ve let you know how it is for me when I’m with you.” He smiled and brushed his fingers over her cheek as Anna looked up at him. “Don’t look so surprised. I see another woman too, just as you’ve seen and heard from a different me.”“That’s true,” she whispered, her reply immediate, and not moving away as he put an arm about her waist and Liam drew her to him. “I’ve been lost in my feelings for you too…”What reason could she now have to deny it, when Liam had been the first to give voice to being attracted to her? There were moments, during practice sessions, when she would meet his gaze and know that Liam was not simply lost in the music but also in her. He was then thought of as a lover playing to her in an act of musical homage. Then it had been the pianist and his mentor. Now, as she surrendered to his kisses that grew hungrier and deeper, and as she clutched his shirt in her ardour, she wished him to be her lover. She felt it in him too, his state of arousal as the dam of restraint had finally burst and words and lingering looks upon each other could now be made flesh; were to be given raw and physical expression.Liam looked at her certainly. “You broke through to me on that day I saw you in a soft, pale yellow, sweater and cream slacks, the necklaces you had on so thin and colourful, and all of them matching that silk scarf you so often wear. I found you ragingly attractive, just as I do now.”‘It’s a favourite of mine,” she answered, dismayed to hear him speak out in such a complimentary fashion. Anna faltered then spoke out. “You mean it all, everything you say, don’t you?”“Yes, because I’ve got no reasons to lie to you, or to make up a story so that you may get to believe Escort Demetevler me.” He spoke out as the images faded from view and he looked down into her upturned face. Liam felt his heart beat a little faster and the knot of longing in his belly tighten on feeling her renewed touch on his slender-fingered hand.“I do believe you after what you have just done, in kissing me.” Anna saw the hunger in his eyes and she stepped towards him, stood on tip toes to press her parted lips to his mouth.At first, it was a somewhat tame kiss but that changed when Liam dropped his hands to her hips and drew Anna against him. There was no mistaking his state of arousal and she groaned as their kiss deepened, their tongues touching then swirling, who they were and any differences soon forgotten. Anna cradled his head as she forced her tongue into his mouth, explored the depths of his passion for her, and squirmed as his hands drifted up between them and he caressed her breasts, pushed to flatten them against his palms.“You can do that now…so go on…don’t stop!” she gasped through their kisses, lifting her head out of wanton pleasure and feeling his hands tug lose the fastening at her hip, the camisole blouse soon opened to reveal the fulsome swell of her breasts. She eased away her necklaces and guided Liam’s kisses; the claims of his grasping hands and warn lips to her skin.“I want to love with you… so where do we go?”“Soon my darling…soon!” She wanted to languish in these claims upon her and to feel his warm skin against hers; to have all the emotion, that she so often heard and saw in his piano playing, now devoted entirely to her. She tugged on his shirt and drew it away, even as he shoved her camisole blouse to the floor of the music room. “Go on, they’re for you to enjoy.”She groaned out of pleasure and the release of her frustration to have waited so long. She had often thought of the young man as her possible, hoped-for, lover. He had made the first move and she would languish a while longer in that moment of discovery. She held his head and guided it to her nipples she felt straining against the fabric of her bra. He took each in his mouth, the rub of the material adding to her excitement of having them claimed, along with the urgent tug of his lips upon them.“I’ve wanted you…wanted to do that for so long, Anna.” He cupped her face in his hands and met her startled look, then a nod of agreement. “Take me to bed, let me see all of you and feel your naked body against mine. I’ll burst if the waiting goes on much longer.”“Darling…darling, that it’s taken you so long to tell me that.” In their state of partial undress, she led him down the hallway and to her bedroom, with its painted furniture, bright modernist paintings, and a large double bed. “I’ve slept alone in here for so long, you have no idea.”

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