The Learning Experience

Tasha glanced in the full length glass mirror as she adjusted her black with silver corset and thigh high stockings. Her sheer black robe hung loosely over her shoulders. Strategically, she contemplated her evening with Bill. She felt a little silly in this elaborate lingerie; she wasn't used to being so openly sexy. But, it was at Bill's request, and she was determined not to let him down. She had been pleasantly surprised to find a parcel from him on her doorstep earlier this morning. The unexpected delivery had included her new lingerie, a key to room 304 at the Alpine Inn, and a note that simply read:

At 9o'clock tonight,

I would like to teach you how beautiful and loved you are.

Love, Bill

She'd known Bill for years. He was her daughter, Katie's, grade two teacher, and had taught her son Jake several years before. Only over the last few months had they started getting to know each other. They were discovering they had a great deal in common. They were both divorced with two children; they both loved the outdoors and had enjoyed several picnics and even a family camping trip together. They both loved the same authors, music, and movies, often trading copies of books and C.D.'s back and forth between them. Tasha knew it was only a matter of time before their relationship soared to the next level.

Today was Friday; it was a night both of their children routinely spent with their other parents. She knew upon receiving his surprise this morning, that Bill had been planning this for awhile. She giggled naughtily, picturing him in a dainty little store, choosing her lingerie.

She was both relieved and nervous that he'd taken this initiative. She was relieved because, it had been years since anyone had touched her body and the sexual tension building between the two of them was almost too much to bare. She was also nervous for all those same reasons.

Tasha's ex-husband, Carl, had openly lost interest in her after twelve years of marriage. He began teasing her and berating her in front of their friends and children, often referring to her as "Shamoo in a moo-moo" and laughing obnoxiously. He was disgusted by what he called her "motherly figure" and "dumpy clothes". He flaunted the affair he was having with his 20 year old secretary, with little regard for his family's well-being. This affair and his mental abuse had ultimately led to their divorce.

Obviously, Tasha's esteem had been bruised and for years she questioned her self-worth. She spent months in therapy after the divorce and was slowly regaining the power she knew she possessed. Her therapist reiterated what she'd always known, deep down. Carl's issues were Carl's issues, not hers. It had been two years and her ex was still struggling with his mid-life identity crises. Tasha's heart and mind had long since moved on.

Spending time with Bill had renewed the woman inside her. He was funny, and charming, and she trusted him with her heart. He made her feel desirable and sexy in just the way he looked at her. She could see everything she meant to him; and the feelings were very mutual.

Tasha sat down at her vanity, adding the final touches to her make-up and smiling at her reflection. She couldn't wait to see Bill in action; doing what Bill did best....teach.



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She knocked timidly at room 304, and held her breathe. The door opened almost instantly and there he stood, all 6'2 of him. Tasha exhaled slowly. He was beautiful. His sandy colored hair was boyishly shaggy and his his eyes were a deep, emerald, green. He grinned a sexy impish grin and held out his hand for her. She raised her fingers to meet his and he pulled her inside.

Bill closed the door and stood behind her silently, giving her a moment to take in her surroundings. The room was lit with candles and their favorite C.D. played softly in the background. A bottle of white wine was chilling in an ice bucket beside a fresh bowl of strawberries. He had even spread rose petals on the bed. Bill had thought of everything.

Tasha turned to face him, moved. "Bill, I don't know what to say. I..."

He held a finger to her lips. "Shhhh....say nothing Tasha. Just let me look at you." She blushed slightly at his intense gaze, but stayed quiet.

Silently, he removed her long overcoat and laid it on the chair beside him. For a brief moment, Tasha felt foolishly exposed, standing there in just her revealing lingerie. Her insecurities scolded her, telling her what a fool she was; that he would laugh at her now and run away. Self consciously, she tried to cross her arms over her chest but he gently took her hands and put them at her sides. She looked up at him, her face hot with a mix shame and arousal. The hunger in his eyes gave her the confidence she needed to remain still. He stood back and took in the wonderful sight before him, wearing his sexy gift.

"It's perfect," he said with a proud smile.

He grabbed the back of her auburn curls, tugging at her locks gently, until her face tilted upwards to meet his.

"Oh Tash, you are so beautiful," he said softly, kissing her full lips.

She responded greedily, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him back, hard. He was surprised at her aggressive reaction and pulled back slightly, laughing.

"Slow down honey, you're gonna make this end much quicker than I had planned," he joked.

She withdrew, and smiled shyly.

He kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear.

"I want you to relax and feel everything happening to you. Let me show you how much I want you; how precious you are to me."

He took her plump rear-end in both hands and pulled her in tight enough so she could feel his hardness on her belly. Instinctively and impatiently, she reached between their bodies to grab at his protruding bulge, but he backed away and laughed again.

"Hey, remember what I said Tash? I think I need to teach you a little about patience; and love."

She could only nod in agreement.

He traced his fingers down her sides and then back up to her her breasts.

She cried out when he found her eager nipples and squeezed both through the lacy material of her lingerie.

"Turn around for me Tasha", he said and she immediatley obeyed, turning her back to him.

Bill began to slowly undo every clasp of her tight corset, one at a time as Damien's raspy voice sung in the background. The feel of his fingers through the material tortured her. His movements were agonizingly slow and he knew it he was teasing her.

Finally, she felt the air hitting her already erect nipples as the lacy garment fell to her feet..

"Let me see you now baby," he said, and twirled her back to face him.

Complete arousal had now taken away the last of Tasha's insecurities. She was thoroughly enjoying the role of obedient school girl, and was amazed at how turned on she was by his authority.

She stood before him now, naked except for her stockings and heels. He bent and took one of her ample breasts into his mouth, twirling his tongue around her rosy nipple. She let out a moan through her pursed mouth.

He reached down and cupped her soft mound through her thin panties. He rocked his hand back and forth, feeling her panties moisten in anticipation. Bending onto both knees, he gently peeled the wet, lacy fabric down her slim, tanned legs. He touched her again and without the material acting as a barricade, her knees went weak and she cried out.

"Oh, I need to see more of you Tash...all of you." he said and picked her up, gently laying her on the bed behind them.

He stood at the foot of the bed and stared down at her, her skin glowing in the soft candlelight.

"Mmmmm", he said, licking his lips. "Just look at you." He took her knees and pushed them apart, spreading her beauty wide before him.

She watched him, watching her, and tears came to her eyes. She had never felt more beautiful.

He took his fingers and gently explored her womanhood, enjoying how her body responded to his touch.

He took his time, paying attention to every detail of her shapely figure. He bit gently at her nipples, he circled her navel with his fingers, he rubbed her thighs, he kissed her toes.

Now, he touched his lips to the place she most desired them most; her dew wetting his lips. He pressed his mouth further into her delicate folds, swirling his tongue around her clitoris. He moaned into her, enjoying the taste of her sweet love.

"Oh Bill, please....PLEASE", she cried, arching to greet him, begging him to lap up her juices.

He devoured her then, unabashed, his head buried between her legs as she writhed in pleasure, shouting his name.

He used his talented tongue to bring her close to climax and when he felt her nearing the edge, he plunged his fingers deep into her opening and felt the hot gush of her orgasm. He watched her body jolt in ecstasy.

He undressed quickly, while she lay marinating in her own pleasure.

Tasha lifted her head in time to see him walking around the edge of the bed; she did not have to be told what to do next. She immediately grabbed for his deserving member.

With one hand she squeezed his sack playfully, stroking his long shaft with the other.

Meeting his stare, she leaned over to taste the wet bead forming at the tip of his penis. His eyes rolled back as she teased him with her skills. He felt her mouth slowly envelop his whole shaft, her tongue twirling around the length of him.

"Oh Christ Tash, you're gonna make me cum."

"Easy now" she taunted, her mouth full with his erection. "I think I need to teach you a little about patience."

Bill's response was a load grunt of pleasure.

"And love," she added softly and he smiled, calmed.

She pulled him onto the bed and straddled him. Tasha began returning the tortuously slow lessons she had learned from him only moments before. She slowly rode herself up and down his hard shaft until they both exploded in simultaneous satisfaction.

Once recovered, they sat naked amongst the rose petals, sipping wine and feeding each other fruit.

Tasha knew she would happily spend the rest of her life learning from Bill.

Bill knew he would enjoy spending the rest of his life teaching her.



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