The piano tuner

Aiko had started taking piano lessons at the age of five and was quite a virtuoso by her twentieth year. She had an infallible ear for pitch and a near-photographic recall for music. Her extraordinary abilities had afforded her a luxurious level of life with a beautiful secluded Hawaiian country estate which she had fashioned after her Japanese heritage. Her estate was actually on one of the multitude of small, sparcely populated islands that surround the main Islands of the Hawaiian chain. She kept no staff other than a schedule of grounds maintenance and maid service. She preferred the seclusion her estate afforded her when she wasn't in front of throngs of people. Descended from an American concert pianist father and Japanese ballerina she had received the best of both inheriting her father's musicality and her mother's delicate and graceful build and extreme beauty. But with all the success she enjoyed professionally, she had never taken the time to develop any relationships. She was enjoying a break from touring, but still maintained a disciplined practice regime. Along with her music, she had taken up yoga to keep her physically up to the rigors of touring. Having finished her yoga routine, she slipped out of her workout clothes and stepped into the shower. One of the more extreme luxuries she afforded herself, the oversized shower was climate controlled with over twenty heads - several of which could be set for various pulses and spray intensities. The floor was heated and there was a seat on which to sit if one so chose. Along with the individual shower heads, the entire ceiling could be set to a rain mode. She let the warm water flow over her slender body before letting it pause as she took her favorite body wash and began to rub a silky lather along the length of her long slender legs. First one, then the other. She spread the lather over her abdomen then around her buttocks and then to her guilty pleasure. She slowly massaged the tenderness between her thighs with the soap. A warmth radiated out from her sex through the rest of her body. She then placed the seat against the back wall of the shower and carefully aimed the

pressure-adjustable jets which she had set to "pulse". She sat down, relaxed and let the jets begin their massage. She let them begin on her scalp, then her neck and shoulders. She leaned back and let them travel down from her delicate collar bones across her petite, very Asian proportioned breasts, letting them linger on her nipples before leaning further back where the throbbing waters could find their ultimate target. Relaxing her thighs, the drumming water began playing between her thighs. It was like the wet fingers of a pianist playing her sex. She felt herself getting aroused. She took some of the body wash and poured a little into her hand. Rubbing a little on each breast, she began to imagine the hands of some unknown lover caressing her slender body, tenderly fondling her breasts and toying with her sex. She had discovered that if she slowly rocked the angle of her pelvis, the watery fingers gave a stroking sensation along with their rhythmic pulse. She could feel the last of the tension that the yoga had not released building. Her pelvis was rocking almost with a will of it's own, trying to satiate the ravenous appetite between her legs. She nearly clawed at her own breasts as the imminent orgasmic tidal wave rushed ever forward until her dancer's body arched, thrusting her breasts out, forcing her to grab the seat as her legs flew apart to completely embrace the pounding water against her sex. With the final sensations of her orgasm subsiding, she changed the shower setting to "rain" and sat there in the afterglow. Completely relaxed, she was now ready to practice. Sitting down to her polished concert grande piano, she began with some simple runs. However, when she started playing one of her favorite compositions, her perfectly atuned ear notice the piano had lost it's tuning in it's months of neglect. Aiko dialed her regular piano tuner only to learn he was on vacation but was assured that his alternate was every bit as accomplished as he was and would be sent over at her earliest convenience. Aiko pressed the importance of the tuner arriving as soon as possible. The answering service told her she would be arriving around three that afternoon. Aiko did her best to maintain her relaxation after the workout and wonderful shower, but her strict self-discipline struggled with not being able to play on her favorite piano. Her electric keyboards just weren't the same. Finally the doorbell rang. She heard the crunching of the taxi's tires as it drove away as

approached the door. Much to her surprise, a decidedly feminine shape was on the other side of the smoked glass door. She was greeted by a stunningly beautiful woman of nineteen with softly curled sun-bleached tresses, hazel eyes and the caramel skin of someone with mixed heritage. She was wearing a tastefully modest summer dress that still allowed her beautiful figure to be given it's best advantage. Aiko suddenly felt somewhat self-conscious in her glasses, yoga pants and cycling tanktop. She always wore this as Maurice, her regular tuner was well into his 70's and enjoyed their relaxed interaction while he worked. "My name is Genevieve, Maurice's granddaughter. I apologize for the inconvenience of not having your regular tuner, I hope you'll be pleased with my work. I assure you, he's taught me quite well." "The answering service highly recommended you" Aiko said. "Where is the instrument?" "In here" Aiko guided her into the room with the piano. The one wall had a beautiful ocean view which always inspired Aiko. "What a magnificant view!" gushed Genevieve. "I've never been on this particular Island and was wondering why someone of you reputation chose it. Now I know! Well, I better get to work or I'll be stranded on the Island tonight." "Is it OK if I spread out my tools on this table?" "Certainly." Aiko watched Genevieve as she began playing specific tones and listening. "Ms. Julian, would you mind playing the notes for me so I can listen more closely to the soundboard?" "Just call me Aiko please and yes I'd be happy to." She sat down and played the requested tone.

"Do yo mind if I watch you work? The technical side of this fascinates me and Maurice usually let's me." "Not at all, watch away." Genevieve said with a pearly smile and lilting laugh.