Being the daughter of wealthy entrepreneurs has its drawbacks. One of them is that you have to maintain an appearance of an upstanding young lady, which usually means lots and lots of classes: piano, ballet, horse riding...

Kesley hated every second wasted learning shit she doesn't. She should be out there, enjoying herself with her friends and fucking college boys. She has a woman's body, after all. The type of body that even older men can't take their eyes of.

Not everything was that bad, though. There was this one tutor, Christopher, a 30 years old pianist, who quickly became the object of Kelsey's desires. She would fantasize about him everytime she masturbated, thinking about his strong arms, dark eyes, brown hair... Unfortunately, she never got a chance to get to know him better, since every piano lesson was conducted under the strict guidance and control of your mother.

But one day, after a set of circumstances led to the demise of her family's grand piano, it was arranged for her to have the next couple of classes at her tutor's place. She barely managed to contain her excitement after hearing the news. After all, she'd be all alone with him!

After arriving at his apartment, dressed in a short summer dress with tiny straps on her shoulder that struggled to hold back the volume of her young breasts, she use every weapon she had: bending over to reveal her cleavage, "accidentally" touching his hand, rubbing her leg against his... And yet, she couldn't find the courage to make a definitive move on him, which only. Eventually, all the built up desire, all the sexual frustration, became too much for her. She had to let off some steam.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" - she asked trying to sound calm.

"Of course, Kelsey. Second door on the right."