‘Hello Kate,’ he said, in his soft yet well spoken voice. ‘I was wondering if you would mind page turning for me at the end of the service as my assistant can’t make it tonight.’

I was pleased, as I secretly rather liked going up into the organ loft and surveying the soft shadows of the beautiful building from up high.

‘Yeah sure, that’s fine with me,’ I replied. ‘I’ll come straight up after we finish.’

Therefore, after the service I removed my flowing robes and made my way over to the organ loft; I ought to have registered that whilst he may be a church organist, he was still a man, and my heaving bosoms and tight ass in size 8 jeans may not have escaped his attention, but I just sauntered up there without a second thought, sex being, unusually, the one thing not on my mind. He had already started the piece – Bach, fast paced, fervently passionate, with deep notes that throbbed through my entire frame – and his long, sensual fingers caressed the keys with such a firm yet gentle precision that they moved like liquid. So lingering and throbbing were the notes that the vibrations seemed to transfer themselves straight from the long pipes into my body, sending tremors from my exposed neck and chest down through my clit and into my curling toes. Both flushed and slightly taken aback by the sensation, I lifted my eyes to Robert’s face; beads of sweat slid down his forehead into his furrowed brow as he lifted himself from his seat in exhilaration, shaking with the ardour of his performance. He was not the only one to feel excited now; I was surprised to feel my breath shudder with stimulation as I leaned over him to turn the page, noticing as I did so that my luscious breasts, nipples slowly hardening, were just inches from his moistened lips. It was far too soon for my liking that Robert brought the piece to a throbbing climax, pitching his hands at the keys with an unequalled passion and with dramatic flourishes that sent the arousal from my nipples all the way down to my pussy in warm, quivering tendrils. Feeling both surprised and slightly shameful, but with my perception of Robert most favourably altered, I chatted to him in a manner that I hoped did not betray the now considerable wetness of my lacy thong, before saying goodbye and exiting the church door.

After having a few drinks with my girlfriends, during which time I barely spoke, for some reason enjoying myself less than usual, I arrived home to an empty house, smiling coyly at the recollections of what had passed in the church. My heart was still racing from my shock over being so aroused by a man who was, in a sense, my teacher, but all this did was heighten how turned on I had been as