Lessons for Louise
written by:
Keith

People keep telling me, "Everyone's having a rough time. You're not alone." My response is always, "if someone was squeezing your balls (or if I'm speaking to a woman, tits) with a pair of pliers, would it be any less painful simply because they were also going to squeeze the balls (or tits) of your friend?" My answer is, "hell, no, I would be screaming just as loudly."

The current wretched economic situation had caused the little commercial graphics firm I worked for part-time to have to go out of business, so I was in danger of having to drop out of college and get a full-time job even though I was on scholarship. I had already looked at every want-ad and bulletin board I could find but everything had dried up. I had enough money to last me the next month or so but then it was a toss-up between eating and paying rent. And, my family and friends didn't have lots more than I did.

I was lamenting my situation with a friend over a beer and he asked me what I could do - what talents I had. "Look, Keith, I know you're a guitar player, so maybe you could teach. Give it a try. You are good with kids, so maybe you can find some work doing something with them. Quit whining and figure out something. What else are you good at?"

"Other than history, which I am majoring in, not a hell of a lot else," I replied. "And there doesn't seem to be much demand for an undergraduate in history. I know computer graphics but I've applied to every place in town that may have some interest. So you've pretty well captured it, I can play the guitar and have even taught a little bit during summer vacations in high school, for the community center. Hell, I got enough lessons as a kid. Surely I can teach someone to play. But, in this economic climate, do you think people will pay for guitar lessons when they're worrying about paying the mortgage?"

"Jesus, Keith, do you think everyone in the world is as poor as we are? There are people with lots of money and they will pay it to someone that knows what they're doing. And particularly someone that will entertain their kids for an hour or two. Hell, it can't hurt to try."

So, inspired, I made up 500 flyers and passed them out to my friends and asked them to put them up wherever they could find a vacant space, in apartment buildings, near schools, office buildings - any public space. The flyers were colorful and eye-catching and offered lessons in their homes at very reasonable prices. I knew there were several places that a person could get guitar lessons so I figured that it would be good that they wouldn't have to travel and they would get an experienced guitarist that was good with kids. And I offered references so they could check out my skill and character. Lastly, I made a deal with a musical instrument store and they could rent guitars at very reasonable rates and get music at a good discount.

Then I waited. The first day I got several calls. With a few of the calls it was obvious that it wouldn't work - they either wanted me to drop the price a lot, or they wanted someone with lots more experience etc. But, by the end of the week, I had met with nine people and four of them signed up for weekly lessons. So I was off and running.

It turned out to be financially rewarding as well as fun. Sure, not all of it was an unalloyed pleasure, but for the most part, the parents were nice and the kids were cooperative and in many cases, eager. I only lost a couple of the original group of nine but I picked up several more along the way. So within a few months, I had sixteen students a week and that was pretty much all I could handle anyway.

It was actually during one of my classes when I got a phone call about taking on another student. I told her I would call her back. After I got home, I dialed the number.

"Hi, this is Keith. You called earlier about guitar lessons?" I inquired.

"Yes, thanks for calling me back. My name is Louise Hayes and I wanted to talk to you to see if you are interested in taking on another student."

While I didn't particularly need anymore, you could never tell when one may drop out or something so I figured I'd better listen at least. So I responded. "Sure, I would be interested if we can work out a time. How old is the child?"

She laughed, "No, I'm sorry, this is not for a kid. It's for me. Do you teach adults? I've always wanted to learn to play guitar and just never had time until now. My husband died about a year ago and I finally decided it was now or never."

I replied, "Well, I have to be honest with you. I've taught kids in the past but I've never taught an adult. You may want to check online at Craig's List, or maybe the music store might know of someone that teaches adults."

She paused. "Well, I've checked out a few things and I didn't find anything that I wanted. Look, I play the piano but I've never played a guitar so it would be the same as teaching a child. I could do it anytime you could work it in. Are you sure you don't want to take a chance with an old lady? I'll tell you what. Let's try a few times and I will pay you twice your going rate. If it doesn't work out then we can just stop doing it."

She sounded very nice but I didn't know how it would work trying to teach an old woman that had never played before. I could imagine trying to work with my grandmother. Would her fingers be limber enough to play? But, she did sound like a nice person. So I figured what the hell; we set up the first lesson for a few days later.

Throughout the week I had a few pangs of regret for agreeing to give the lesson to Mrs. Hayes. She seemed really nice but I didn't know if an older person could really learn to play or if I could teach them. I decided I would try one meeting and if it seemed hopeless I wouldn't charge her and I'd find some reason to get out of doing any more.

On the appointed day and time, I drove to the address she had provided. It was a beautiful, big house in an older, but very prosperous, section of town. I took out my guitar and briefcase and with some trepidation, knocked on the door.

"Mrs. Hayes?" I inquired when the door was opened.

She smiled, "Yes, and you must be Keith. You're right on time. Come in, please."

I must say I was surprised. Mrs. Hayes may have been older, at least compared to my 19 years but she was certainly not old and decrepit the way I had envisioned. She looked like she was somewhere in her 40s.

After chatting easily for a few minutes, she asked, "Well, should we get started? I know you have a busy schedule. Since my husband died, I have time on my hands so I would keep you talking all day. So what do we do first?"

I first just got her familiar with the guitar...how to hold it, position her fingers etc...and some simple exercises. I played a few chords for her to show her how it was done. She was enthusiastic throughout and the forty five minutes passed in a flash.

She asked me if I could stay for a few minutes and have a drink or cup of coffee. I couldn't afford to turn down anything free, so I readily accepted.

She brought us both a gin and tonic some snacks and we sat facing each other. She was dressed in a cardigan and skirt and I noticed that her legs looked that they belonged to a woman much, much younger. Her face was reasonably unlined except for wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Her hair was short and brown and peppered with gray. As I said before she certainly didn't look as old as I had envisioned her.

So I was flabbergasted when she said in the course of our conversation that she had just turned 60. She explained that her husband had been several years older and had been ill for the two years before his death. Her two children were grown and lived in other cities. She dabbled in real estate but it sounded like her husband left her well off so she spent a lot of her time volunteering.

She was a marvelous conversationalist. She offered another drink but I had another appointment so I got up to leave. She followed me to the door and took my hand and clasped it in both of hers. "Keith, thank you so much. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I hope you will consider continuing to give lessons to an older gal."

"Mrs. Hayes, I enjoyed it also and I would love to continue to give you lessons if you feel like I am helping you. So, if that's okay, I will see you next week at the same time."

She smiled brightly. "Keith, please call me Louise. It makes me feel younger when you do. And I promise to diligently do the exercises you showed me."

I looked forward all week to seeing her again. Between school, trying to have a social life and teaching, I was slammed so the time passed pretty quickly.

Again, she met me at the door and it seemed like he might have added a tad more makeup and this time she was wearing earrings...not long and dangling ones but short little hoops with a small diamond in the middle. And she had on a skirt again but this time a silken-looking blouse that showed her form nicely, and I must say her breasts were bigger than most and they looked full and well formed, at least as much as I could tell under the soft, draped material.

Again, we chatted for a couple of moments and then got down to work. I could tell that she had been practicing during the week but she was still somewhat tense as most new students are - not tense in that she was nervous but her muscles weren't relaxed and she was clutching the guitar too tightly. So I went over behind her and massaged her shoulders a little bit.

"Relax, Louise, don't hold it so tightly. Your arms and hands can't move fluidly if you are all clinched up."

"Wow, Keith, that feels so good. Maybe I should put down the guitar and just let you give me a massage. But I guess we'd better stick to business shouldn't we?" she said with a smile. She somehow had a changed look in her eyes.

I leaned over and reached around to show her how to position her right arm and hands around the guitar neck. As my right hand was on her arm, she move a little and her breast pressed to me and I was thrilled to feel a ripple of excitement run through me. I was also very surprised. Here I am a 19 year old guy lusting after a 60 year old woman. Who would have thought it? But again, I was a normal constantly horny guy and she was an attractive woman so I shouldn't be too surprised I guess. But 60 years old? That's older than my mom and almost as old as my grandmother. And the thoughts of seeing my grandmother naked...well, let's not go there.

I knew though that the furthest thing from Louise's mind was the sexual fantasies of a young, randy guy. However, when her breast pressed to my arm she didn't seem like she was in any hurry to remove it. And it did feel nice and soft, like I could lift them and bury my head between them. I actually pressed down on them to see how she'd react. Again, to my surprise she seemed content to leave it there. Whoops...there I go again.

I had an appointment a few minutes after the lesson so I had to run. I knew that I was imagining things but several times during the week I thought about Louise's big soft tits, and her seeming willingness to rub them against me.

The following week after practice, she again asked me if I would stay and have a drink. We sat in the same places as we did before, she on the couch and me in a chair directly across from her. After she gave me the drink, she curled her legs under her as she sat down. She was dressed similarly to last week but her dress was a little shorter and her blouse was a pullover instead of a button-up but it appeared to be the same soft, silky fabric. I just remembered the blouse showed off her breasts in a very provocative way.

We chatted pleasantly and nursed our drinks. She was very interested in my background and what I thought about school, what I did with friends, etc. She also told me about her life, how she met her husband, what he did, and she talked about her kids. She said that she had three grandchildren that she adored but she was also glad they lived in other states so that she didn't become a "babysitter on call." When I asked their ages, she offered to show me pictures.

I freshened our drinks and sat back down. She brought the pictures back and handed them to me. As I began to look at them, she got to the side and leaned over and pointed out the names, ages, locations etc. As she did so, her breasts draped on my shoulder and I use the term drape to give the full effect of what she did. It was like she'd lifted them and laid them down on me. Her bra must have been pretty flimsy; her tits seemed to have a life of their own. They felt so full and soft lying on me. She shifted to lean over move and I could feel both her boobs move. I doubt I could actually feel her nipples brushing my skin but I sure imagined it.

After I had been through all the photos, she moved back to the chair and sat down again. This time she stretched her legs out and propped them on the coffee table, and then raised one leg to put her foot on the edge. At that point her legs were still pressed together so the only expanse of flesh I saw was the back of her thighs but I had to admit that was pretty exciting. I knew that I should soon leave because I had promised friends that I would meet them to study but I was enjoying the conversation and either because of the drinks, or the setting, or just because she was an attractive lady, I was turned on by Louise.

As we talked she shifted, and spread her legs a little. I swear it was on purpose. The light wasn't quite bright enough to make me totally confident in what I imagined I was seeing but I could see up her dress and I thought I espied a light blue expanse that must have been the color of her panties. She was obviously relaxed and she had slumped in the chair some and her head was leaning back on the sofa. The blouse was completed draped around her tits, showing me a perfect outline of their shape. And I thought I could see the little rise where her nipples should have been so either I was imagining things or they were hardening and poking through the thin material of her bra and blouse. Gradually she opened her legs a bit more and now I was confident that I could see her panties. And they seemed to barely cover the wide expanse between her legs.

I didn't know what to do. On the one hand, my cock was hard and I could barely walk without showing her exactly where my head was. On the other, I didn't want to make some kind of clumsy move and embarrass myself. So, we just kept talking. And she kept flashing between her legs, and I of course kept trying to figure out how to camouflage my hardon, and what the next move was - stay and try or leave. Finally, the doorbell made my decision for me. It was a guy there to install a high speed internet connection. So, the spell broken, I told her that I had to leave. She protested but I knew I should be getting out of there before I made a fool of myself.

I was fairly experienced sexually but I had no idea how to make sexual advances on a woman like Louise. Most of the girls I'd had sex with, it just kinda happened without me pushing it much at all, or at least pushing it with any degree of skill or smoothness. So I was at a loss and I also figured out that I was fantasizing. She wasn't really interested in me. All those things that she did that seemed like they were sexually suggestive were probably just things that happened inadvertently on her part.

The only thing I knew was that I was very sexually excited when I left. I called my friends and told them I wouldn't be studying with them. Instead I went home and locked my door. I struggled out of my jeans and underwear and laid down on the bed, naked. My cock was already somewhat rigid and all I had to do was close my eyes and imagine Louise - her tits pressing my shoulder, the expanse of leg, the blouse outlining her breasts, her blue panties - and it got rock-hard. I put some saliva on my fingers and reached down to hold my balls with one hand and spread the moisture over the head with the other. I put more spit on my hand and wet my shaft. I then closed my eyes and thought about Louise. I thought about how her tits would feel in my hands, how her pussy looked, how it would be to feel her hands on my cock, or her mouth, or her pussy wrapped around it. She was driving me crazy. I stroked my cock, and if felt like the head was mushrooming. Finally I exploded, shooting hot thick cum up on my chest. I held it and it pulsed a few more times, oozing out thinner streams of cum. Later that evening, I did the same thing again.

I tried to steel myself for the next lesson with Louise. I was going in there and it was going to be strictly business and the one thing I was not going to do was stay for a drink. This time I wouldn't be able to help myself...I would definitely make a fool out of myself unless I took all precautions.

After Louise opened the door I could tell that something was on her mind. Even though it was warm, she was dressed almost like the house was freezing - she had on a heavy sweater and a shapeless shirt. She hesitatingly asked me in. We chatted for a few minutes but it was obvious that she was distracted. She barely even looked me in the eye.

We began the lesson and she was visibly nervous and she kept messing up routines that she was proficient at the last lesson. I asked if anything was bothering her...that she seemed tense. She put the guitar down.

"Keith, I think I'm going to have to quit these lessons," she said quietly.

"Why? You're doing well. Do you want another teacher? It would be a shame for you to stop. If it's a money thing, I could do some lessons free."

She smiled, "No, no, it's not the money, and I really like the way you teach. I just think I should stop, that's all. I'm too old to be messing around with trying to learn to play anything."

I looked at her. "Louise, if you want to quit taking lessons I can't stop you. But, I somehow feel like I did something wrong. You seemed to enjoy it so much and you said you always wanted to learn how to play. And you can if you just keep at it. You are not too old to learn how to play; you're doing better than any of my other students that are just starting out. Let me try to find you another teacher."

She reached over to take my hand. "Keith, I don't want another teacher. It's not you. You're a great teacher. The truth is...it's just that I...I...well, I feel like an old fool. The last time you were here, I acted liked, well, like an old woman throwing herself at a man. I knew what I was doing when...when I rubbed myself against you, and when I...I...God this is embarrassing...when I opened my legs like a harlot. You must have thought I was drunk or crazy or something. And maybe I am. Maybe I'm just lonely and need to move closer to my kids. I just don't know what to say..."

I stood up and pulled her to her feet. "Louise be quiet. Don't talk for a little bit."

And I leaned over and kissed her. She tried to pull away at first As my tongue rubbed her compressed lips, her body seemed to relax and I felt her tongue, tentatively at first and then more urgently. We were kissing deeply at this point and her arms encircled me and our bodies pressed together

We broke away and our breaths were labored with excitement. Louise looked at me and said, "No, we shouldn't. I'm too old for you. Oh, Keith, oh Keith"

I moved my hands to her breasts and cupped them. She stiffened at first and then relaxed. I kneaded her tits and she didn't pull away. They were so soft and heavy. She looked at me without talking and I reached down to the hem of her sweater and pulled it up. She lifted her arms so I could remove it.

"Keith, oh, Keith, her hands on my breasts feel so nice. It has been so long since...since...but you don't want to see a saggy old woman's body. I would be so embarrassed."

I kissed her again. "I asked you not to say anything for a while Louise. Let me take care of things for a few minutes."

I reached around and unhooked her bra and we let it fall to the floor. I looked at her tits. Of course, they sagged and didn't have the elasticity of someone 20 years old but to me they were lovely. They were creamy and full, the aureoles were huge and her nipples were hard and swollen. I took a tit in each hand and lifted it to my lips. I put a nipple between my lips and sucked it. As my lips wrapped around it, Louise shuddered and moaned and she began to make whimpering sounds. Her hands move to my head and she ran her fingers through my hair and I moved from one tit to the other, suckling her.

"I love your big titties, Louise, so soft and smooth. I love to suck your big nipples. They fit between my lips so well, Louise."

She reached down to press my groin and she encircled my hard, throbbing cock. Now it was my turn to moan. She unbuckled by belt and pants and quickly, feverishly pulled them down my hips, taking my boxers with them. She then held my cock with one and cupped my balls with the other.

"God, Keith, I need this. Oh, God, it is so good to feel how hard you are. So strong..."

I raised her skirt and felt the crotch of her panties. I could feel her full bush and wrinkled pussy lips under the thin cotton material. Her panties were so damp they felt that they were plastered to her skin. A heat was emanating from her body and when I pressed her crotch, she shuddered.

Louise was whimpering with need. I was in a frenzy to have her so I quickly, almost violently, pulled down her panties. I pulled her over to an easy chair and bent her forward so that her hands rested on arms of the chair. I raised her skirt and threw it over her back and opened the cheeks of her ass and her pussy lips. Her hairy pussy lips opened and I saw how wet she was. She moaned and reached back to take my cock. Spreading her legs more, she fondled the shaft and guided it to her waiting pussy. I leaned forward and her fingers were wrapped around my cock as I sank it inside her. It only took one thrust as I was engulfed inside a pulsing, slick hot cunt. Almost immediately I felt her pussy clinch around me, beginning the first orgasm.

"Oh, Keith, oh Keith" she yelled over and over and I pounded her, bending my knees and then slamming up inside her over and over. I didn't know if she liked hard fucking or not but I couldn't help it and each thrust made her moan even louder. I wanted my whole body inside her cunt and my balls were wet where her juice leaked over me every time I thrust inside. Our fucking made that erotic "slushy" sound of wet genitals slapping together.

As I neared an orgasm, I reached over and took one of her hanging, bobbing tits and held it as the other swung freely. That gave me even more leverage and I used it to go even deeper into that hot needy hole. I felt my balls tighten as I began to empty inside her. She could feel it too and her ass was meeting my thrusts, as if she had a massive inner thirst for semen. We were both snorting and yelling, not even really fucking each other at this point but simply shaking and shuddering, like we had lost control. I don't know how many orgasms she had - she didn't know later either - and I obviously had only one but it seemed and later looked like I had emptied several cockfuls of cum inside her warm pussy. Finally, I leaned over her and simply held on to her hanging tits. We didn't talk or move until my softening cock plopped out of her pussy.

As I rose, Louise just stayed there, whimpering and moaning softly. I was actually afraid she might be hurt or something but it was from released lust. Her pussy looked almost battered, and a string of cum leaked out and fell onto the floor, expanding the puddle.

Finally she raised up and her skirt fell around her legs. I sat down on the sofa and tried to keep the last vestiges of cum draining from the end of my cock from getting on the fabric. Louise gathered her sweater and quickly put it on and left the room.

She was gone for a long time. I thought maybe she was taking a shower or something. And, when she did return, I noticed that her hair was wet. She was fully dressed, wearing a warmup outfit that looked like it was made of silk and I could tell she'd even put back on her bra. Instead of sitting next to me, she sat down in the chair that we had just used. She asked me if I wanted a robe...that she still had one from her late husband. I told her that I was fine but asked if my nakedness bothered her. Figuring that it did, I went over to get my pants and slipped them on but I did not put on my shirt.

"No, your nakedness doesn't bother me at all. You are so handsome. And Keith, that was the best sex I've ever had and you are amazing. I guess...I guess I was just so starved for sex. Wait, that didn't come out right. You would have been amazing anyway but I know I got you excited because I was so...well, horny I guess. You see, I didn't have sex with my husband for two years before he died and that was over a year ago, so I...and to tell you the truth, he was always so timid about sex anyway. Well, maybe timid isn't the right word but it was so predictable. He was a very good man but not an adventurous man I guess you could say."

"Anyway, I know that you could have girls your own age and don't want to have an old woman lusting after you. I appreciate what you've done. So your nakedness doesn't bother me. I like it. But I am so afraid that my old, wrinkled body wouldn't be something you would want to sit around and look at. And I know you don't want to have sex with an old bag like me. So don't feel, don't feel like you have to...you know...stay, or even come back. I'll understand."

I put the pants draping me on the sofa and went over to her. I took her hand and moved it to my crotch.

"Louise, you were amazing too. I just want you to hold my cock while I talk to you. If you don't want any more of it, just tell me and I'll leave you alone. I am not going to force myself on you. If you don't want to feel this cock go inside your hot pussy anymore, I will understand. I won't like it but I will understand. And if you don't want me to caress your tits anymore, tell me. Or stroke your warm pussy until you are about to go crazy with lust. If you don't want to open up and feel my cock slip inside your pussy, just say the word."

Louise kept her hand on my cock and soon it was beginning to rise. I felt her hand tighten around my shaft. I took her hands and brought her to her feet.

I kissed her and as I was doing so, pulled off my pants again and let them drop to the floor. I took the hem of her top and lifted it over her head. She immediately continued to caress my now-hard cock. I reached around and unhooked her bra and let removed it and let her tits drop into my waiting hands. I caress them as we kissed. And then I broke away and looked at her.

"Louise don't say anything. Let me show you how much I love looking at your body.

I pulled her pants down and discovered that she was not wearing panties. I was a little surprised...maybe she knew that I wouldn't leave when she offered. I reached down and felt her hairy mound and slipped a finger down her slit...she was soaking wet. I then took her hand and stretched it out and tugged at the ring that encircled her finger.

"Keith, what are you doing?" she gasped.

"Louise, I want to see every square centimeter of your body. I want you totally naked, nothing shielded from my eyes. Get used to it Louise, I want to see your naked body over and over."

And I took off her rings, earrings, and bracelet. She stood before me totally nude. I took off my ring also.

I kissed her again, and sat her down in the chair. I sat in the chair across from her. My cock was throbbingly hard by now. She moved towards it.

"Louise, wait, I just want to look at your lovely naked body a little more."

She sat back down and as she did so, I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked it.

"Louise, you look so damn hot and sex. I love your body. I love your big tits, you hot, hairy pussy. I love to kiss your lips. See how fucking excited your body makes me, Louise. See how hard I am."

She slid to the floor between my legs and took my cock and stroked it with her face near it. She then put her mouth on the head and moistened it. She spread the saliva around with one hand and with the other held the shaft. The head was gleaming. She was looking at me lustfully as she clutched my cock. Opening her mouth again, she deposited more saliva on me and slid the head inside. One hand cupped my balls as she bobbed her head up and down. Lifting her head, she again spread saliva all over the head and shaft. I was moaning with lust and need. She stroked me up and down, moving one hand to cup the head. She shifted so that her legs opened and she moved so that my foot and lower leg was pinioned beneath her. I could feel her hairy pussy on my shin and foot.

Again, she took the head of my cock inside her waiting mouth. But this time as she fucked, more and more of my cock entered her throat. She masturbated my cock with her hand as she did so. Finally she lifted her head and looked at me.

"Keith, I want you to cum in my mouth. As deep inside as you can get it. Fill me up."

She took me back inside and as she did so her pussy humped my leg. She was taking more and more in her mouth and I reached out and held her head and began to lift off the chair to fuck her. As we both reached a fevered pitch, her mouth clamped down and swirled around and I began to buck. I held both hands around her head as I thrusted. She took the first eruption deep in her throat and then moved to the head and she began sucking that, milking the cum greedily out of me. Her legs were wrapped around my leg and while I didn't know it at the time, she had an orgasm. Finally our movements subsided and slowly she raised her head. A trickle of cum drained down the edge of her mouth. She smiled as her tongue reached out to grab it and bring back inside.

We were both pretty well spent at this point, but we had many more guitar lessons and sex sessions in front of us.