Flashing Piano Teacher
During my freshman year of college I took piano lessons at the music school on campus. I've always played throughout my life and wanted to continue to improve even though I wasn't studying music full time.
The lessons were taught by conservatory grad students and were free. They even counted toward my college credit so it seemed like a great opportunity. I decided to sign up my first semester and have continued to take them every year.
The day of my first lesson I decided to dress fairly modestly. I still wore low rise jeans but I paired them with a longer shirt and a low-riding black thong. This particular thong always got pulled down with my jeans as the day went on so I wasn't too concerned about any unintentional slips. I didn't want to make a bad first impression, after all.
I showed up to the lesson a few minutes early and found my teacher waiting for me in the practice room. He introduced himself as Alex and we shook hands. He was very friendly with short, curly hair and a nice smile. He was pretty cute, too.
The practice room we were in was a little cramped but we were able to make it work. They really were designed with just one person in mind, having just a piano, bench, music stand, and one chair in the corner.
I sat down on the bench and felt my pants slip a little bit, but I assumed it was covered by my long shirt. Alex asked me to warm up and play something for him so he could get a sense of my abilities.
I was a little bit nervous and warmed up on a few scales before playing a Beethoven sonata I learned in high school. I played it decently well with only a couple of mistakes and Alex seemed pleased with my playing. He said he could see a few things we could start working on right away and gave me some exercises to work on before our lesson the following week. We played through these exercises until our time was up.
As I was packing up I leaned over to put my things away in my backpack and I could feel my pants slip lower as my shirt rose a bit. I thought I was still covered but when I looked over at Alex his eyes quickly darted away from my ass and back over to his notebook. I reached back and felt that my shirt was folded up in the back and had probably been that way for the entire lesson.
I was only showing about an inch of buttcrack but I was still a little embarrassed. Still, Alex hadn't said anything and he seemed to have been appreciating the view. He was probably checking me out the entire time I was playing for him. I decided I'd dress a little more daring next week and see what happened.
I've always enjoyed flashing for just one person, especially when it's not too obvious and they think it's an accident. Even better when I know they're enjoying it as much as I am. It makes it feel more special, like a secret kept between two. This was the perfect scenario to push my boundaries and really see what I could get away with.
I practiced every day that week and was well-prepared for the next lesson. I even thought of a piece I'd like to start working on and was excited to see what Alex thought of it.
I wore slightly lower rise jeans than last time and a much shorter V-neck shirt. It would cover my waist while standing but fully expose my lower back the moment I sat down. I paired my outfit with a strappy red thong and matching bra. I kept the thong a couple inches below the top of my butt crack so it would only show if my pants slipped down very low.
I always liked wearing my more provocative thongs like this, just low enough that they would barely show without seeming too obvious. I thought it was a cute look and almost acted like a picture frame, drawing the eye to my buttcrack just above it. But, I digress.
I walked over to the music building and felt my pants lowering as I walked. These jeans were very tight in the legs while also having a looser waist. This causes them to slide down a lot as you walk and makes them more difficult to pull up.
I was getting turned on just walking to the lesson and I decided to bend down and tie my shoes in front of a group of students sitting on the academic quad. I heard a couple of them start laughing but I'm not sure if it was because of me or not. I was showing a good amount of crack but it's not like that's such a crazy sight on a college campus.
I continued towards the music building and arrived at the practice room a couple minutes before the start of the lesson. Again, Alex was there waiting and seemed happy to see me. He noticed my outfit right away and gave me a quick once over before asking me to take a seat at the piano.
He sat in the corner of the room and pulled out his notebook as I took a seat at the bench. I could feel a couple inches of buttcrack come out and knew my shirt wasn't doing anything to cover it.
I bent over to take my things out of my bag and purposely dropped a pencil on the ground. I tried to lean over and reach it but it had rolled a bit too far under the piano. I wound up having to push the bench back and crouch down on my knees to pick it up. I sat back down on the bench without pulling my pants up.
I think at this point I must have been showing at least three or four inches, and I assume my thong was slightly visible above the waistband of my jeans. I didn't want Alex to know I was doing it on purpose, so I didn't reach back to check.
I put my sheet music and pencil up on the music stand and glanced back at Alex without turning around. His eyes were wide as he attempted to maintain eye contact with me. I could tell he was enjoying the view, if you know what I mean.
“Hey Jess, your pants are a little low” he said meekly. I was surprised he said anything at all, but I guess he wanted to maintain some level of professionalism during our lessons. Or he was just way too distracted by my revealing clothes.
I apologized and made a lazy attempt to pull my jeans up and my shirt down without standing up. It didn't accomplish much and I actually took the opportunity to pull my thong a bit higher, revealing a bit of skin underneath each of the red straps.
After “adjusting” myself I still saw him checking me out and he never asked me to pull my pants up again. He probably just thought I was clueless and figured he might as well enjoy the view if I couldn't (or wouldn't) do anything about it.
He asked me to warm up on some scales and then play through the exercises he assigned last week. I played them all flawlessly and he seemed impressed that I was taking the lessons so seriously.
I asked him to look over the piece I'd picked out and see if he thought it would be good for us to work on long term. He stood up and looked over my shoulder as I played through the opening. I couldn't see where he was looking, but I knew he had a perfect view right down my pants from where he was standing.
After I finished playing I looked up and was surprised to see him staring down my front and not my back. I'd forgotten about the low cut shirt I was wearing that day. I looked down to see my V-neck left little to the imagination and he'd had a good view of my cleavage and a glimpse of my bra, as well.
Alex looked a little apprehensive as though he'd been caught but I continued to play dumb and asked him what he thought of the piece. A look of relief swept over his face as he assured me it was a perfect choice for us to work on. I smiled as he wrote out some notes and gave me new exercises to work on for the next lesson.
I gave him one last look at my buttcrack as I bent over to pack my things into my bag. I still had a couple inches showing after I stood up to leave. I made quite an effort, however futile it might have been, to pull up my pants. I said goodbye and headed out the door, letting him enjoy the view of my ass in my skin-tight jeans as I walked away.
I continued to flash Alex every single week for the rest of the year, and he gradually became less nervous around me. He even brought in a video camera to film our lessons a few times, though I never saw any of the footage. Whenever I asked him about it he'd say the data got corrupted or he forgot to hit record.
Alex was a great teacher and I improved a lot over the year. Maybe showing him my buttcrack was just my special way of saying thanks. He told me I was his best student and he always looked forward to our lessons, though I suspect that had more to do with my choice of wardrobe than my skills as a pianist.
The lessons were taught by conservatory grad students and were free. They even counted toward my college credit so it seemed like a great opportunity. I decided to sign up my first semester and have continued to take them every year.
The day of my first lesson I decided to dress fairly modestly. I still wore low rise jeans but I paired them with a longer shirt and a low-riding black thong. This particular thong always got pulled down with my jeans as the day went on so I wasn't too concerned about any unintentional slips. I didn't want to make a bad first impression, after all.
I showed up to the lesson a few minutes early and found my teacher waiting for me in the practice room. He introduced himself as Alex and we shook hands. He was very friendly with short, curly hair and a nice smile. He was pretty cute, too.
The practice room we were in was a little cramped but we were able to make it work. They really were designed with just one person in mind, having just a piano, bench, music stand, and one chair in the corner.
I sat down on the bench and felt my pants slip a little bit, but I assumed it was covered by my long shirt. Alex asked me to warm up and play something for him so he could get a sense of my abilities.
I was a little bit nervous and warmed up on a few scales before playing a Beethoven sonata I learned in high school. I played it decently well with only a couple of mistakes and Alex seemed pleased with my playing. He said he could see a few things we could start working on right away and gave me some exercises to work on before our lesson the following week. We played through these exercises until our time was up.
As I was packing up I leaned over to put my things away in my backpack and I could feel my pants slip lower as my shirt rose a bit. I thought I was still covered but when I looked over at Alex his eyes quickly darted away from my ass and back over to his notebook. I reached back and felt that my shirt was folded up in the back and had probably been that way for the entire lesson.
I was only showing about an inch of buttcrack but I was still a little embarrassed. Still, Alex hadn't said anything and he seemed to have been appreciating the view. He was probably checking me out the entire time I was playing for him. I decided I'd dress a little more daring next week and see what happened.
I've always enjoyed flashing for just one person, especially when it's not too obvious and they think it's an accident. Even better when I know they're enjoying it as much as I am. It makes it feel more special, like a secret kept between two. This was the perfect scenario to push my boundaries and really see what I could get away with.
I practiced every day that week and was well-prepared for the next lesson. I even thought of a piece I'd like to start working on and was excited to see what Alex thought of it.
I wore slightly lower rise jeans than last time and a much shorter V-neck shirt. It would cover my waist while standing but fully expose my lower back the moment I sat down. I paired my outfit with a strappy red thong and matching bra. I kept the thong a couple inches below the top of my butt crack so it would only show if my pants slipped down very low.
I always liked wearing my more provocative thongs like this, just low enough that they would barely show without seeming too obvious. I thought it was a cute look and almost acted like a picture frame, drawing the eye to my buttcrack just above it. But, I digress.
I walked over to the music building and felt my pants lowering as I walked. These jeans were very tight in the legs while also having a looser waist. This causes them to slide down a lot as you walk and makes them more difficult to pull up.
I was getting turned on just walking to the lesson and I decided to bend down and tie my shoes in front of a group of students sitting on the academic quad. I heard a couple of them start laughing but I'm not sure if it was because of me or not. I was showing a good amount of crack but it's not like that's such a crazy sight on a college campus.
I continued towards the music building and arrived at the practice room a couple minutes before the start of the lesson. Again, Alex was there waiting and seemed happy to see me. He noticed my outfit right away and gave me a quick once over before asking me to take a seat at the piano.
He sat in the corner of the room and pulled out his notebook as I took a seat at the bench. I could feel a couple inches of buttcrack come out and knew my shirt wasn't doing anything to cover it.
I bent over to take my things out of my bag and purposely dropped a pencil on the ground. I tried to lean over and reach it but it had rolled a bit too far under the piano. I wound up having to push the bench back and crouch down on my knees to pick it up. I sat back down on the bench without pulling my pants up.
I think at this point I must have been showing at least three or four inches, and I assume my thong was slightly visible above the waistband of my jeans. I didn't want Alex to know I was doing it on purpose, so I didn't reach back to check.
I put my sheet music and pencil up on the music stand and glanced back at Alex without turning around. His eyes were wide as he attempted to maintain eye contact with me. I could tell he was enjoying the view, if you know what I mean.
“Hey Jess, your pants are a little low” he said meekly. I was surprised he said anything at all, but I guess he wanted to maintain some level of professionalism during our lessons. Or he was just way too distracted by my revealing clothes.
I apologized and made a lazy attempt to pull my jeans up and my shirt down without standing up. It didn't accomplish much and I actually took the opportunity to pull my thong a bit higher, revealing a bit of skin underneath each of the red straps.
After “adjusting” myself I still saw him checking me out and he never asked me to pull my pants up again. He probably just thought I was clueless and figured he might as well enjoy the view if I couldn't (or wouldn't) do anything about it.
He asked me to warm up on some scales and then play through the exercises he assigned last week. I played them all flawlessly and he seemed impressed that I was taking the lessons so seriously.
I asked him to look over the piece I'd picked out and see if he thought it would be good for us to work on long term. He stood up and looked over my shoulder as I played through the opening. I couldn't see where he was looking, but I knew he had a perfect view right down my pants from where he was standing.
After I finished playing I looked up and was surprised to see him staring down my front and not my back. I'd forgotten about the low cut shirt I was wearing that day. I looked down to see my V-neck left little to the imagination and he'd had a good view of my cleavage and a glimpse of my bra, as well.
Alex looked a little apprehensive as though he'd been caught but I continued to play dumb and asked him what he thought of the piece. A look of relief swept over his face as he assured me it was a perfect choice for us to work on. I smiled as he wrote out some notes and gave me new exercises to work on for the next lesson.
I gave him one last look at my buttcrack as I bent over to pack my things into my bag. I still had a couple inches showing after I stood up to leave. I made quite an effort, however futile it might have been, to pull up my pants. I said goodbye and headed out the door, letting him enjoy the view of my ass in my skin-tight jeans as I walked away.
I continued to flash Alex every single week for the rest of the year, and he gradually became less nervous around me. He even brought in a video camera to film our lessons a few times, though I never saw any of the footage. Whenever I asked him about it he'd say the data got corrupted or he forgot to hit record.
Alex was a great teacher and I improved a lot over the year. Maybe showing him my buttcrack was just my special way of saying thanks. He told me I was his best student and he always looked forward to our lessons, though I suspect that had more to do with my choice of wardrobe than my skills as a pianist.
