‘Ah, Kate, just the person I wanted to see,’ he said, smiling in a way that made me want to melt. ‘We need someone to perform a couple of arias during next month’s programme, and we’d be delighted if you’d accept the offer. It will mean more rehearsing, though- possibly on a one to one basis.’ He looked at me questioningly, with his sandy-haired head slightly to one side.

‘Yes, thank you, I’d love to!’ I replied eagerly. He looked pleased, though a little surprised at my enthusiasm, and began suggesting times to meet for practice. We soon had a date booked in, and our first meeting took place after our weekly evensong service, in the practice room opposite the church.

‘Hello, Kate,’ he said, smiling his warm, reticent smile. ‘Please come through and sit down at the piano.’

I entered the room and did as he had asked, trying to hide my delight when he came and sat down next to me. Sitting side by side on the piano stool it was hard to avoid his touch and I experienced a thrill of pleasure and arousal at the feeling of our thighs brushing together. Although the old wooden room was dimly lit by lamps and the moonlight streamed in through the high, old-fashioned and uncurtained windows, did I see him blush at the motion too? As he began to play for me, singing was the last thing on my mind, I wanted him so fucking much; I had been careful to wear my sluttiest outfit yet: a tight fitted red top that my breasts almost spilled over and a dark black skirt that came above my knees. However, I tried to keep things casual – after all, I had a boyfriend and fucking the church choirmaster would be a new low for me, despite my abundantly kinky sexual conquests. Therefore, when he made a mistake I pointed it out with a fluttering laugh, and stirred my hand across the piano to put it right. However, with a flush of surprise I felt his warm fingers under mine, and realised that he had automatically moved his hand there too. There was a flurry of electricity between us, and as I looked up I caught his eye; the expression on his face was both confused and hopeful, though a rosy glow still seemed to be covering his cheek.

I did not know what to say. I