Teachers are also people and have their own emotional world. And that is why they dress differently in their free time than they did in the days of teaching and the then world of virtues. This is not quite as up to date today. Much has become more casual in this regard. That was all the more true even then, a good fifty years ago. In fact, I met my old piano teacher, Ms. van de Bodden, for a nice coffee in my school's coffee house. On a Saturday afternoon ...!? Yes, and it was really incredible back then. She managed to lure me back to her little music school on the outskirts of the small t...

Teachers are also people and have their own emotional world. And that is why they dress differently in their free time than they did in the days of teaching and the then world of virtues. This is not quite as up to date today. Much has become more casual in this regard. That was all the more true even then, a good fifty years ago. In fact, I met my old piano teacher, Ms. van de Bodden, for a nice coffee in my school's coffee house. On a Saturday afternoon ...!? Yes, and it was really incredible back then. She managed to lure me back to her little music school on the outskirts of the small town with a charming way that was actually strange to me. Away from the big cities of that time, which were not quite as crowded in the very late 1960s. She was impressed by my way of playing the piano at the time, although today, if I think back, I can imagine that I have ever played the piano somehow. And that autumn of those years I had to admit to myself that I was somehow talented and that my hand operated the keys as my piano teacher at the time required. She was delighted. No more ranting from her, as when she was when my parents were still me to play the piano and demonstrative displeasure with me, which was often dealt with according to methods at the time, as well as times with room arrest and television ban . =) But that's how they were and always have been, these young and young-at-heart rebels .... =))) So I had a whole piano season having fun playing the piano and we also went to concerts together, which naturally made the young guy sweat the forehead floated. Not because it was boring, but because this woman of piano teacher with her feminine nature could also melt younger ones like other men's hearts. She knew how to use her feminine charms really well and, of course, put the focus of her femininity on her damn irresistible sexy nylon legs, which I accidentally touched when she was sitting next to me at the piano because the damn music book opened out of it Piano lid a lot. At first I was ashamed ... and then I admit ... I did this a second time. Then I enjoyed it. But when I noticed that Mrs. van de Bodden not only saw through this spectacle of mine, but also crossed her legs with a provocative nylon noise that was amplified by her tight, then shorter, black pencil leather skirt, I had one got red head and was visibly embarrassed. So this little moron became a good boy again. =))) Back then I already had enough to struggle with my shyness towards girls of the same age and a woman who was almost 27 years older than I was a pubescent teenager was too much for me. So she then drove me home with her French sports car, which was mostly in the empty parking lot of the local coffee shop, in her provocatively exciting female clothing and very high, thin-heeled, pointed golden 1960s pumps, after I helped her To close the car roof properly.