As she said this, and as Jessica exhaled, Miss Ashdown’s fingers, flat on top of Jessica’s, slipped into the white knickers. Jessica felt the fabric sliding over her hips as their interlocked hands pushed them down onto the floor. Jessica’s breath shuddered again but somehow she resisted the impulse to try to cover herself. She concentrated on the image of the concert hall, of standing naked on the stage as if no-one was there.

“You imagine his strong hands, running up and down your naked body,” the teacher continued, their hands continuing to move together, “His eyes devour your image as he remains fixed in his seat, desperately trying to control his breathing lest he be discovered watching you while you arouse yourself, naked on the stage.”

Miss Ashdown paused. Jessica’s hands were now moving by themselves and Miss Ashdown was merely following their movements with hers.

“Finally, with one last stretch, you feel you need to release this energy, to show him just a hint of the woman that is bursting to get out of you.” With that, she lifted Jessica’s hands above her and Jessica arched her back as if she were stretching after awaking in the morning.

“You’re a beautiful young girl, Jessica,” Miss Ashdown whispered, “So now let’s see how you play.”

Read the rest of Piano Lessons, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts