Private Lessons
PRIVATE LESSONS
By Chelsea Dorsette
Private Lessons
Copyright © 2014 by Chelsea Dorsette. All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: December 2014
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
www.limitlesspublishing.com
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-013-6
ISBN-10: 1-68058-013-2
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
“Oh my god!” Dennie mumbled out loud as she sat staring at the computer screen with her eyes wide open. Was she really going to go through with this and check off those boxes? She knew she would have to type in basic information about her height, age and where she lived, but never in a million years did she anticipate the other information the site wanted her to divulge about herself. As her eyes perused the list of preferences she could check off, she started feeling a rush of heat between her thighs as she contemplated her choices. Did she like to be spanked? Was she into sex toys and experimentation? Would she be open to being dominated?
“For the love of Liza,” she breathed as she felt her body getting more and more aroused as she read from the list. Fetishes? Definitely not. Blindfolding? Well…maybe. Experimenting with tantric sex? What the hell is tantric sex? Narrowing her eyes and taking a big breath, she decided that since she had gotten this far, she might as well go all the way. As she checked off all of the tamer preferences like enjoying conventional sex, kissing, and cuddling, she stared long and hard at the more kinky preferences. She had no idea why, but as she contemplated those, she shifted uncomfortably in her chair as her clit began to throb. Would she like to try being dominated? It might be fun to see what that’s all about. What about role playing? Not sure about that one. Erotic movies? Hell, why not! As Dennie clicked the boxes, she grew more excited anticipating the type of responses she might get.
Finishing the sexual preferences portion of her profile, she now had to choose from another list of things that turned her on in a partner. Thankfully, this section was much easier. She preferred men who were tall, dark, and handsome, with some facial hair. As she clicked down the list of boxes of her ideal mate, she thought, Hell, I feel like I’m designing a Ken doll and I’m Barbie! God, this is pitiful. After finishing the profile, she picked Carrie as her fake online name and opted not to include a picture of herself. Then with a little bit of trepidation, she posted it, leaned back in her chair and thought about what had brought her to this place. She’d never imagined she’d ever post a profile of herself on a dating website just to meet a man.
***
The plain and simple fact of the matter was that Dennie was lonely. At 35 years old, the beautiful buxom brunette with mesmerizing green eyes had friends but no man in her life. Dennie loved being a chiropractor, and although she was pleased that the practice she and her best friend Sharon owned was flourishing, she felt like she worked all the time and had very little energy left to socialize and meet men after work. Dennie had majored in sports medicine in college and then followed that degree with a degree in Chiropractic medicine. Throughout her college days and the few years when she was in Chiropractic school, she enjoyed many boyfriends, and when she wasn’t studying, she was having fun with whoever her man was at the moment. She had a very high sex drive and the fact she hadn’t gotten laid in over a year since she and Sharon started the practice in Breckenridge, Colorado was putting a tremendous strain on her raging libido. As she sat staring at her computer screen this particular Friday night, she didn’t know whether to feel excited or depressed. She had never been on a dating website before, but her friends had all done it at one time or another and they encouraged her to give it a shot. Most of her male patients were married, and when the weekends came around, she was busy doing errands and occasionally going out with some girlfriends. All of this left little time to meet someone. Just as she was about to log off for the evening, she saw an email come in. It was a response to her profile. Oh brother, she thought. Here we go! As she tentatively clicked onto the site, she quickly scanned the basic profile information of the man first. It read that he was 38 years old, six feet tall, 215 pounds and also lived in Breckenridge. Thinking things were off to a good start, Dennie looked at his picture. Scrunching up her face a bit she thought, Not great looking, but not hideous either. Continuing to read the list of his sexual preferences she let out a gasp, immediately deleted his profile, and slammed down the top of her laptop. Heading to her bedroom for the night, she shook her head in disgust as she mumbled, “Likes to cross dress? No way in hell!”
***
“So, did you do it?” Sharon asked with a devilish smile on her face as Dennie walked into work Monday morning.
Looking at her friend and partner like she had lost her mind, she said, “Did I do what?”
Feigning annoyance, Sharon said in a hushed tone so their employees couldn’t hear, “Did you go on the dating website, silly!” Brushing her hand in the air like she didn’t want to talk about it, Dennie just grunted as she put her purse behind the reception desk. “Come on!” Sharon urged as she followed closely behind her. “Did you do it? Did you get any responses?”
Knowing Sharon wasn’t going to let up on the inquisition, she turned around, looked at her with a cool stare, and said in a flat voice, “Yeah, I caught a real gem, all right.” Just as Sharon’s eyes started to sparkle, thinking Dennie was serious, Dennie held up her hand and announced, “He likes to cross dress. Thanks for the dating website recommendation, pal. Filling out that profile was 30 minutes of my life I can’t get back.”
Undeterred by Dennie’s obvious disappointment with her first go round on the site, she encouraged, “Don’t give up, Den! That was just one guy. There are plenty of good ones out there that will like the same things you do. But heck, maybe you should message that guy back, anyway. Don’t knock it till you try it. You might like it!” As Sharon walked away laughing hysterically, Dennie resisted the urge to throw the patient sign-in clipboard at her.
“Brat,” she mumbled under her breath and went back to the therapy room to get organized for the day.
The next day while Dennie was taking a lunch break in her office, she sat staring at her computer and finally decided to go on the dating website and see if there was any activity. When she logged in, she was pleased to see five messages. The first was a guy called, ‘Wanna Love Ya.’ Reading his stats, she ruled him out right away because he was too short. Dennie was a tall girl and could stand close to 5 foot 10 inches with heels. This guy was only 5 foot 8. Delete. The second guy, named ‘Lonely Without You’ was 6 foot 2 inches…215 pounds, 35 years old and a
Scorpio. Scrolling down to read his preferences, she could see a picture was also included, so she went to that first. Looking at the picture in disbelief, she exclaimed out loud, “Really? Are you friggin’ kidding me?” The guy had posted a dick pic…a selfie of his erect cock. Disgusted, she deleted the message thinking, Why do men think a photo of their penis is a turn on for women? The next man was too old, the fourth one she wasn’t attracted to, and the 5th guy’s sexual preferences were tamer than she wanted. Kissing, cuddling and drinking wine was all well and good, but to be honest, what she needed right now more than anything was a good fuck. Frustrated by what she saw, she logged off the computer and went out to meet her one o’clock patient.
CHAPTER TWO
Dustin Seaver was a Colorado boy through and through. When he was growing up, if he wasn’t in school playing on various athletic teams, his father would pack them into their Ford Explorer and head into the mountains of Vail, Aspen, and Breckenridge, located only a couple of hours from the mile high city of Denver. Over the course of Dustin’s younger years, they would head to the slopes and his Dad taught him how to downhill and cross country ski. Each weekend they would decide which mountain to go to and whether they would Nordic ski or downhill. As Dustin got older and more skilled, his dad taught him how to snowboard. Fortunately for Dustin, his dad was very athletic and he owned a sporting goods store in downtown Denver. So not only did Dustin learn quickly from his father’s tutelage, he also got to use any of the equipment the store sold or rented. During the short spring season, they would go white water rafting. Dustin loved the terror of possibly going overboard when the rivers were running fast, and he ached all year for the adrenalin rush that white water rafting gave him. When summer arrived, almost every weekend he and his dad would go hiking, horseback riding, or camping. By the time Dustin entered high school he had immersed himself into athletics and had sprung up to over six feet tall. Like his father, he had sharp features but gentle brown eyes that made people feel instantly at ease. He had broad shoulders, a lean muscular build, charcoal brown hair, and a smile that charmed any young lady on the receiving end of it. As Dustin charged successfully through his college years he knew after he graduated, he wanted his profession to be something outdoors in the mountains of Colorado.
Now at 37 years old, Dustin stood waiting for his new student for a 12 o’clock private ski lesson. He couldn’t help but stare out at the beautiful vistas of Breckenridge ski resort. Of all the places he and his Dad went growing up, Dustin loved the small mountain town of Breckenridge the best, and he moved there immediately after graduating from the University of Denver. In the winter months, Dustin was a ski instructor at Breckenridge Mountain. During the remainder of the year, he came off the mountain and worked for a local outdoor recreation company that hosted a wide variety of guided packages for tourists, from white water rafting, hiking, and camping, to bicycle tours and horseback riding. Dustin loved his job and how it changed with every season. Every day he looked forward to leading the visitors on his favorite outdoor activities and showing off this beautiful mountain town.
Although today was a cold February day, the sun was shining and the sky was crystal clear, making the powder white snow sparkle on the slopes. Looking down at the card in his hand, he reviewed it quickly while waiting for his student to meet him at the instructors’ post. Her name was Denise Spencer and she was a beginner skier. He often liked teaching beginners the best because they were very humble and didn’t try to show off. When Dustin wasn’t teaching, he was also a member of the ski patrol team, who were responsible for making sure guests were skiing safely. They were also the first responders to any ski accidents or emergency situations on the mountain. Because Dustin took after his dad and was a great teacher, he made a lot of tips from his lessons, especially from the women. Between his salary as an instructor and ski patrol staff in the winter and working as an outdoor guide during the remaining months of the year, Dustin could easily afford his comfortable two bedroom townhouse just ten minutes from the mountain.
As he watched his breath turn visible as it hit the cold midday air, he caught sight of a woman in a one piece red ski outfit trudging toward him lugging her skis. He could see quite clearly the look of distress on her face as she tried to navigate the snow in the restricted confines of her ski boots. He couldn’t suppress a smile. As she got closer, he could hear her huffing and puffing. When she finally looked up at him while grimacing, he thought she was the most adorable thing he had seen in a long time. It was hard to figure out exactly what she looked like because of her hat and scarf, but there was just something about the way she moved and the expression of her mouth and eyes, which were the only thing he could really see, that caught his attention. Remembering his manners, he stuck his hand out in greeting.
“You must be Denise. I’m Dustin, your instructor for today.”
Letting the skis fall to the ground, Denise put her hand on her hip, took a deep breath, and said with annoyance, “Carrying these damn things while trying to walk in these stupid boots has just about done me in. I haven’t even put them on yet.
Dustin couldn’t help but laugh at her direct candor and obvious displeasure with her venture into skiing thus far. Picking up her skis, he replied while laughing, “Trust me. That was the hardest part. It all gets easier and a whole lot more fun from here on out.”
Taking a big breath, she eyed him suspiciously, like she didn’t believe one damn word he was saying. “You better be right. ’Cause right now I have my doubts.”
Giving her a chance to catch her breath and possibly re-adjust her attitude, Dustin asked her a few questions about her experience level and what she wanted to achieve by learning how to ski. Once she told him this was her first time skiing, she shared, “My job keeps me inside all day and I just thought taking a break in the middle of the day would clear my head and give me some exercise. I figured learning how to ski would be fun, but now I’m not so sure. Those flippin’ skis are heavy and I can barely move my ankles in these damn cement weights you call boots.”
Letting out a hearty laugh, Dustin told her in his most confident and comforting voice, “Trust me. You’ll get used to them. The boots are designed that way for your protection and to give your ankles maximum support when you’re skiing.” Because Dustin was already snapped into his skis, he said, “Come on. I’ll carry your skis over to the bunny slope. Just follow me.” Letting out a little bit of a derisive snort, Denise reluctantly trailed behind Dustin on foot while he skied slowly with her skis in hand to the base of the bunny slope.
For the next hour, Dustin showed Denise how to ride the T-bar up to the top of the gentle incline and how to turn, stop, and fall correctly. As she would slowly make her way down the slope, Dustin would be in front of her, skiing backwards and coaching her as she made her way down. At times he would let her ski with her poles, then other times he would be skiing backwards again in front of her, holding the bottom ends of her poles while she held on to the handles, training her to rely on her legs and not be dependent upon the poles to keep her balance.
Although a few curse words escaped her lips in frustration of not getting something right or from falling, for the most part she was having an excellent time. Not only did she find Mr. Teacher Man extremely good looking, he was also really nice and gave her a lot of positive reinforcement. Hearing his soft words of praise and seemingly genuine positive assessment of her quick learning, Denise found herself immediately attracted to him. Even when she fell, he would simply bend down, pull her back up on her feet, and discount it like it never even happened. By the time the lesson was over, Denise didn’t know what to think of this man, or skiing. What she did know was that she was going to return to the mountain again for another private lesson.
CHAPTER THREE
“I see you’ve decided to return to the slopes and give this hellish torture another shot,” Dustin said with a big shit eating grin on his face. It was one week later after his first encounter with Denise Spenc
er and her surly attitude about skiing. Yet for some reason, he was delighted to see her again.
Wearing the same red ski suit from her first lesson, Denise shot back in her usual sarcastic manner, “Well, you didn’t piss me off too much the first time, so I thought I should at least give it another try.”
Laughing at her attempt to hide the fact she had enjoyed the first lesson enough to come back, Dustin teased, “Well, I guess we’ll have to see how well I do at not pissing you off today, since you decided to grace me with your presence again.”
Dustin was undeniably humored by this woman’s sarcasm and bluntness and he couldn’t help but give her one more final ribbing. “Think you can get your skis on this time and ski over to the hill? I seem to remember having to carry someone’s skis last time. If I have to do it again, I think I’m gonna have to charge extra.”
Seeing her glowering up at him, he suppressed a chuckle and led the way to the bunny slope again without a word. For the first half hour, Dustin got her warmed up by having her do all of the things he taught her on the first lesson. He was surprised by how well she did and he gave her much praise and reinforcement. She wasn’t wearing her hat and scarf today, as the weather was a little bit warmer, so he could see she was a beautiful woman with shiny, shoulder length curly brown hair. After being satisfied she was ready to go on to the next level, he guided her over to the double chair lift where he taught her how to get on the chair as it swung around behind them to scoop them up. Although her poles and arms flailed around while she tried to sit down the first time as the chair came around and snatched them up, she made it in one piece, though she did let out a few choice words. Once the chair reached the top of one of the mountain’s easier slopes, they proceeded with the lesson. As they chatted every so often, Dustin could see there was a very sweet girl under her tough exterior and he found it endearing. She tried to come off hard as nails, but every once in a while when she was concentrating hard on what she was learning, she would let her guard down and her softer side would peek through.