Private Lessons

by Chelsea Dorsette

  When she finally got her balance back, Dustin couldn’t resist saying, “See, I told you. It’s my dazzling personality and rugged good looks that make women want to throw themselves at me like that.”

  As much as Denise wanted to shoot him down with a sarcastic remark, she couldn’t help bursting out laughing. ‘”Yeah, all that manliness is too much for us ladies to resist. It must be hard being you!” Seconds later, she turned away from him with a grin on her face and skied the rest of the way down the slope with Dustin following behind.

  ***

  Dustin wrote:

  So Carrie, what kind of things turn you on in the bedroom?

  As Dennie contemplated this, she decided to be candid. They had been emailing each other every day for two weeks and she was feeling more and more comfortable with him.

  She replied:

  I love a man who’s dominant in the bedroom, has no trouble taking charge and takes what he wants. I’m a very active participant between the sheets and I find that whatever a man wants to do to please himself also pleases me. I love to be down on my knees in front of him in a submissive position while orally pleasuring him. I love it when a man takes me from behind, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. I especially get turned on by being spanked, either with a firm hand, a paddle or a belt. I’m not into pain, but love a sexy spanking that may on occasion leave some marks. When I’m being spanked, I love being over a man’s lap with him telling me the error of my ways while he holds me down, but it’s also incredibly sexy to be spanked draped over a piece of furniture or on all fours on the bed.

  As Dustin read her detailed email, he was coming right out of his skin. This was the sexiest thing he had read in a long time and he had never had a woman be so forthcoming about what turns her on. His cock was so stiff he had to unzip his pants to continue reading her email.

  As far as positions go, I love them all and like to knock off a few of them in a single get together, tearing up the sheets as we wildly crawl around each other. I like to be tied up at the mercy of my lover as he teases my entire body and makes me squirm.

  Just as Dustin thought he couldn’t take any more because he desperately had to jerk himself off, he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the remaining portion of the email.

  Carrie continued:

  Now, with that being said, I am equally comfortable taking the lead, too. One time many years ago, I wanted to be handcuffed to a shower curtain rod wearing a sexy faux leather outfit with high heels and have him paddle me. It was a fantasy that I decided was easy enough to fulfill. When I arrived at his house, I stripped off the clothes over my outfit, went to his bedroom, got the Velcro cuffs and paddle from his bedside table, went back out into the living room, took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. When I reached my wrists up on either side of the rod, he knew what I was asking for and took things from there. So you see, I have a very active imagination sexually and if there’s something I want, I’m not afraid to ask for it.

  “Sweet Jesus,” was all Dustin could mutter to himself as he took his throbbing shaft into his hand. He was so fired up from reading that email that it took less than 30 seconds for him to explode all over his lap. As he panted and took a few minutes to catch his breath, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was time to meet Miss Carrie in person.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “He wants to meet me!” Dennie said excitedly to Sharon as she explained the plans they had made. “But I don’t know what his face looks like. What if I don’t find him attractive? What if he doesn’t find me attractive and there we are having a meal together not being attracted to one another? That could be really awkward, don’t you think?”

  “Ask him to send you photos!” You guys have been chatting for quite a while now, and since he wants to meet you at Sullivan’s for drinks on Friday, you probably need to know what he looks like! If you see his photo and you’re not attracted to his face, you don’t have to go and you can make up an excuse. But like I said the other day, with a rockin’ bod like that, you can always just put a bag over his head if he’s ugly!”

  “You are impossible!” Dennie replied with a laugh. “You sound like a guy. But I will take your advice. My experience is that most men are pretty vain and even if they’re not good looking, they think they are. I’ll show them to you when I get them. Cross your fingers!”

  ***

  The next morning Dennie and Sharon were the first ones to arrive at the office, as they knew it was going to be a busy day for both of them. As Sharon was putting supplies in the therapy room, she suddenly heard a huge scream coming from Dennie’s office, followed by a loud, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Sharon’s radar was up instantly and her heart skipped a beat as she dropped the heating pad she was holding and raced down the hall. She couldn’t imagine what could have possibly happened to make Dennie yell so loudly and she was worried something terrible had just happened.

  As Sharon ran into her office in a panic, she stopped suddenly when she saw Dennie looking at her computer with her mouth and eyes wide open. “What the hell is going on, Den? Are you okay?” Sharon had never known her friend to be speechless. Dennie couldn’t take her eyes off the computer screen to even look up at her. “Dennie, what’s going on?” she asked while coming around the desk. Looking at the screen, Sharon saw a picture of a drop dead gorgeous man with the sexiest goatee she had ever seen. Looking at Dennie, who was still staring at the screen with her mouth wide open, Sharon asked, “Gosh, Den. That man is gorgeous. Is that Outdoor Man? He sent you these pictures, right?” Confused, she urged, “What’s wrong? Tell me right now!”

  Turning her head ever so slowly to face Sharon, she gasped out, “That’s Dustin, my ski instructor!”

  Taking a few minutes to let this sink in, Sharon burst out laughing and said, “No shit! Your online boyfriend has been your ski instructor all this time? That’s fabulous! That is too damn funny.” At that point, both the women were in hysterics. “What are you going to do, Den? Don’t you have a lesson with him today? Your date with him is tomorrow. Are you going to tell him that you’re Carrie?”

  Looking at Sharon with the expression of a Cheshire cat, Dennie replied with a mysterious tone to her voice, “I think I’m going to have some fun with this first.”

  All morning long Dennie couldn’t get Dustin, their sexy emails, and their teacher/student flirtations off her mind. She was absolutely thrilled to know that the handsome, funny guy on the slopes was the same sexy guy behind the computer screen. Now that her sense of humor had really kicked in about this funny situation, she was going to blow his mind at the end of their lesson today. She knew exactly what she was going to say and she couldn’t wait to see the expression on his face. As usual, she arrived right on time and couldn’t suppress a smile when she saw him waiting for her in his usual spot. It was another beautiful winter day and she couldn’t help but feel happy and lighthearted at the new, sexy chain of events. As she came to a stop in front of him she heard him say in his usual teasing style, “So, how does your ass feel after that little tumble you took last time?”

  “My ass feels just fine, thank you very much. I’m glad to know that my ass has been on your mind!”

  Shaking with laughter, Dustin said, “Come on, smart mouth. It’s time to get that cocky ass on an intermediate blue slope today. If your ass isn’t hurting now, it just may be by the end of the hour.”

  As Dennie followed him to the triple chair lift, all she could do was smile at her secret. True to his word, this slope was the hardest one she had been on yet and it took all her concentration to stay upright. She really had to pay attention to his instruction because the trail was so narrow—if she lost control, she could take a very hard fall. She really had to bend her knees more than ever before to make the short, quick turns this trail demanded. Finally at the end of the hour, she was more exhausted than she could remember and her knees were aching.

  As they proceeded back to the lodge chatting comp
anionably, Dustin had no idea what was about to happen. As he watched Dennie take off her skis, scoop them up in her arms, and begin to walk away, he turned around abruptly when she called out over her shoulder, “Thanks for the lesson. Oh, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night at Sullivan’s, Outdoor Man.”

  What the hell? What did Denise just say? Dustin’s head was reeling so fast that if an avalanche was bearing down on him he wouldn’t be able to move. Tomorrow he had a date at Sullivan’s with Carrie! How did Denise know his online dating name Outdoor Man? Was it possible they could they be the same woman? That thought was almost too delicious to contemplate. He really liked Denise and thought she was fun and beautiful. And he really liked her sarcastic side. Carrie had an amazing sexual side that he found delightfully intriguing. Shaking his head in bewilderment, he couldn’t wait to get to his computer tonight to have a little pre-date fun and see if indeed Denise and Carrie were really the same person. If they were, Dustin knew things between them were just about to get really steamy.

  ***

  Dustin typed around 8 p.m. that night:

  So, mystery date, if I touch you tomorrow, what do you think may happen?

  About ten minutes later Dustin couldn’t take his eyes off the response:

  I’m pretty sure if you touch me, you will turn my soft rosy nipples into hard bullets…puckered and ready for your teeth and tongue, or your fingers to pull and tease. I would caress your head and cry out as my lower lips throb from what you are doing to me. I can’t breathe. I’m gasping. I want you inside me in the worst way. I beg you, but you say no. You want to take this moment slowly and need my mouth wrapped around your throbbing shaft. I can feel your length pushing against my thigh but you’re sucking my hardened nubs and finger fucking my soaking insides. I cry out again. I call your name. You can’t wait any longer. You need to taste me. You slide your body down and spread my legs apart. You can smell my sweet scent as you bury your face between my silky thighs. Your tongue connects with my hard clit and you stroke it over and over. I’m squirming and want desperate relief. My head arches back and my body shakes. My clit is so sensitive but you know that, and are gentle…until I ask you to go harder, faster. I want to scream. And I do, moments later when you make me explode. I’m breathing hard. My mind is spinning. But moments later, I’m now focused on pleasing you with a vengeance.

  Reading this made Dustin all but tremble with anticipation as a light sweat broke out over his entire body. At this point, he didn’t care what this woman’s name was. He just wanted her this very minute and he could feel his cock throbbing. Trying to gather his wits about him, he typed back:

  And what exactly would you do to please me?

  The next ten minutes that went by waiting for her response felt like an hour. Trying to kill some time so he wouldn’t go crazy, he went to the kitchen, got an ice cold beer and returned to the computer, his eyes riveted on the screen. Only moments later he sat transfixed reading her reply:

  After you make me scream as I explode from your tongue licking and teasing my sensitive and very aroused hard clit, I need you in the worst way. More than I’ve ever needed a man before. Your body is hard and moist with pre-cum and I know you need me and want me. I can’t wait. I quietly ask you to lay on your back so I can gain full access to you. I see that you’re rock hard and I want to go immediately to that throbbing member but I don’t. I start by kissing you deeply and sensuously on your lips. I seduce your tongue with mine and our lips melt together in passionate embrace. I caress your head and face as you grasp a handful of my hair, letting me know you are in control even though I’m on top of you. I love your dominance and I test you. As I slide down your body to take your quivering cock into my wet mouth, I suck you deeply, expertly, and with a passion you have never known. I hear you sigh loudly when the head of your cock hits the back of my throat as I work you into a frenzy. I swirl my tongue around your entire length, gently stroking you with my hand and take you deep into my throat again. As much as you want to cum, you want to fuck me another way. Moving me onto all fours, you position yourself behind me, inserting your swollen manhood into my sex, grabbing my hips and letting me know that I am going nowhere as you spank me while pummeling into me. I can feel your huge dick so deep inside of me, so thick, taking me with such force that I give myself to you completely. With every pound that you give me, I want more. I tell you that. And I tell you again. And you deliver again, and again, and again.

  Before Dustin could even begin to muster a reply, one more email came back from “Carrie” that said simply:

  I hope I answered your question clearly enough. See you tomorrow at Sullivan’s…Denise.

  For the second time in as many days, Dustin had to unzip his pants and take things into his own hands. As he stroked himself with his head laying back against the couch, he knew he was going to make his little ski student pay dearly for being so naughty and torturing him this way.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Dennie couldn’t help but chuckle as she got ready for her date with Dustin. As she walked away from him yesterday after landing her bombshell, she could see shock and confusion all over his face. She thought his expression was priceless and it amused her to no end. She wished she could have been a fly on the wall watching him last night reading her sexy emails. Putting on a casual pair of tight jeans and a sexy white low cut sweater, she grew increasingly more excited about spending time with him off the slopes. Giving her auburn locks a quick brush, she dabbed on some lipstick, pulled on her down jacket and boots, and headed out the door. As she drove to Sullivan’s, all of a sudden a terrifying thought struck her. Now that he knew she was Carrie, would he be disappointed and not come? That thought had never crossed her mind as she felt pretty sure he liked her. But now that she pondered this possibility, maybe he was just being nice to her because she was a ski school student and nothing more. Oh shit, she thought. Usually a very confident woman, Dennie was now feeling a little unsure of herself and getting nervous. Taking some time to calm down and think things through rationally, she decided that if he didn’t come, she’d never have to see him again because she could easily cancel any remaining lessons. Feeling satisfied that she had a good game plan, she pulled into the restaurant parking lot, took a deep breath and hoped for the best.

  How could it be? Dustin wondered as he was getting ready to meet Carrie, uhhh…Denise. How could it possibly be that the woman he was sexually fired up over from the dating website could be one of his private lesson students? The chances of this happening were probably next to impossible but here he was, going on a blind date that was turning out not to be blind at all! The sheer coincidence of it made Dustin chuckle, and as he grabbed the keys to his truck, he hoped he wouldn’t be returning to his house tonight alone.

  When Dennie walked into the restaurant still feeling a bit unsure whether Dustin would be there, she released a huge sigh of relief when she saw him standing at the bar with a beer, talking to the bartender. This was the first time Dennie had seen him out of his black ski jacket and not wearing his usual ski cap. Seeing his long legs clad in tight jeans, cowboy boots, and a snug fitting black sweater took her breath away. She was approaching him from a side angle and she could see that familiar charcoal brown goatee, and for the first time, a full head of wavy dark brown hair. Dennie was captivated by his commanding presence. She loved a tall man and this man had the height, build, and looks to sweep her away if she wasn’t careful. There was still a lot she didn’t know about Dustin and she was going to try her best to take things slow.

  Finishing his chat with the bartender, Dustin turned around to face the door so he could flag down Denise when she entered, but the minute he turned, she was right in front of him! “Oh,” he said as he jumped slightly. “You’re here! I’m so glad to see you Ms. Carrie Denise. And by the way, you look beautiful. What can I get you to drink?”

  “First off,” Dennie instructed. “You can call me Dennie. Everyone does. And thanks, I’d love a glass of Ch
ardonnay.” As Dustin turned back around toward the bartender to place her drink order, Dennie found a small round table with two high chairs and claimed it. Once again, she found herself staring at Dustin’s ass. She was getting aroused just by looking at him. Good Lord, she thought. If my body is reacting this way by just looking at him dressed, I’m going to come completely unglued if we end up getting naked together. As she watched him bring her glass of wine to the table, she hoped like hell she could keep it in her pants and not embarrass herself.

  As they sat comfortably together, they spent the first half hour in the bar before getting a table in the dining room talking about their experiences on the dating website. Dustin howled at her first experience bumping into a cross dresser. She enjoyed his tales of woe from the women he had chatted with. He said that a lot of the women were looking for a sugar daddy or a father figure and at 37 years old, he wanted no part of either. After ordering dinner, Dustin inquired, “Dennie, did you really mean everything on your profile, about the sexual preferences and all?”