PASSIONATE COUPLE
The Graceful Entanglement
Dance practice turns heated between these instructors
He could watch her for hours. The perfect posture and the shoulders that sat back comfortably and without strain. The tight, round curve of her ass in those black leggings. The strong, athletic calves, made even more shapely in the high heels. Her petite breasts pushed out as she opened up her arms in a wide arc. Her long, slender neck led up to a tight bun at the back of her head. Coiled, auburn locks curved into an intricate pinwheel.
Her expression was serious — she was in charge, walking around among the pre-teen girls assembled in a checkerboard pattern, correcting their posture.
He didn’t have to be there — the private lesson he had taught was over and he could have left, but watching Eliana in her element was like a treat. His eyes wouldn’t stop following her around the dance studio. And she didn’t seem to notice him at all. She started up the music and the younger girls moved in unison, their heels less than soft against the hardwood dancefloor. She walked around again, floating, giving individual attention to the girls, and Alex’s eyes followed her around the floor. As she reached the last girl in the back row, closest to where he sat on a bench in the back corner, her eyes slid over him momentarily, the barest flicker of a smile tugging one corner of her lips. But this was more than enough for him — that look sizzled right through him, heating him up.
She turned her back to him and the cutout at the back of her leotard caught his attention. The curve of her spine was visible through it and he had never found someone’s back as sensual as he did now. He longed to get his hands on her ass, grab it with both hands and pull her to himself. Alex was glad for the loose fit of his pants — all of these thoughts were stirring up a massive erection inside them.
“Mr. Alex,” Eliana’s voice snapped him out of his daydream. “Since you’re sitting around here, unoccupied, do you mind coming up to help me demonstrate the crossover in the samba walk?”
“Absolutely.” He jumped up to his feet, jogging over to where Eliana stood at the front of the class with her hands on her hips.
His body moved on sense memory — the way he grasped her hand, the way his posture straightened, the way his hips moved as Eliana counted off the sequence they were demonstrating. He felt so at ease, her body felt like an extension of his, connected at their hands. Their movements together were fluid and effortless, his eyes fixed on hers. He imagined how amazing it would be to hold her against his body, to feel the same sort of connection in a more intimate way. He had a strong feeling that it would be there.
She dropped his hand, nodding her head in gratitude for his help, and stepped away to instruct the girls. He easily fell into his instructor role as well, walking around the room and correcting the young students just as Eliana did. He’s been dancing since before he was their age and teaching felt like a natural step.
After the class had been dismissed, he leaned a shoulder against the mirrored wall, his arms crossed, watching Eliana pull pins from her bun to let her long hair swing down in a thick ponytail.
“Thanks for your help,” she said, looking at him in the mirror.
“No problem,” he nodded.
“You have another student coming in after this?” She looked at her watch, her brow furrowing. It was already 8 p.m.
“No,” he admitted.
“Ah, then you’re just stalking me,” she turned to face him, smiled, and winked at him. His heart beat faster at that wink.
“I wouldn’t call it stalking,” he answered quietly, pushing away from the wall. “Just enjoying your company. Maybe admiring.”
“I was going to run through a couple of the routines real quick, before leaving. Are you gonna watch?”
“Can I join you?” He cocked his head to the side at his question. Eliana raised an eyebrow.
“Sure.”
Holding her in his arms was like a high. When his hand pressed against the bare skin of her back, where the leotard had a cutout, his fingers tingled and the sensation spread through his body. It was so easy to move in sync with her. Their eyes connected and he didn’t want to let her go. Alex’s entire body buzzed with the need for her. He pulled her tighter against himself than was necessary and she let out a little gasp, her eyes still on his. He wondered if she could feel his erection because it was now entirely at full mast and he could feel her belly as she breathed. She didn’t protest, didn’t push him away, didn’t voice a concern. Her arm wrapped tighter around his shoulders and her thigh pressed in between his legs. If she hadn’t felt the erection before, she could most definitely feel it now. It made his cock stir, the way her thigh pressed in against it.
There should have been a turn. They should have disconnected, but he didn’t want to let her go, and she didn’t push away either, keeping her eyes on his and taking his lead. His feet stopped moving and he leaned down to kiss her lips. With her heels on, it wasn’t a far reach. Their lips connected and her grip on him seemed to tighten. Lips parted, deepening the kiss, taking it to the next level, while they still held their dance position.
Alex’s hand slipped down into the fabric of the cutout on her leotard, feeling the round curve of her ass. She hummed against his lips and pressed her thigh up closer against his crotch, gaining friction against his erection. He took a step towards her and she moved with him, backward, sliding softly on her suede-soled dance shoes. Their positions reversed, with his thigh now between her legs as they reached the mirrored wall. Her back pressed up against the cool surface and she ground her hot center into his thigh.
He had the urge to kiss her neck, to slide his lips along the sensitive parts beneath her jaw. She tipped her head back against the mirror as soon as his lips moved to her jaw. She wanted it as well. He pinned the hand he held in his up to the mirror, above Eliana’s head, his whole body pressing up against hers. She moaned, her eyes closed, grinding against his thigh. Alex glanced into the mirror behind her, watching the rhythm that her body fell into as she found desired friction.
And then he stepped away, causing her eyes and mouth to fly open with an audible gasp. A smirk crossed his lips as he pulled on her hand that he still held and he spun her around. She didn’t falter on the spin, her feet still sure and steady under her. Her expression was confused though and he was glad to see a hint of flustered flush in her cheeks. She wasn’t ready for this to end just yet.
Alex walked quickly, leading her through the studio towards the changing room. The lighting in there was dim, the space partitioned by curtains, like those in a fitting room at a department store. They slipped inside one of them and Eliana pressed him up against the wall without saying a word. Her lips landed on his as her hands tangled in his hair. He needed her. He felt his need throb all through his body, pulsing in his lips and in his hands that held her against him, fingertips pressing into the bare flesh on her back. His cock twitched from the intensity with which she turned him on.
He stepped forward as if they were dancing again, pressing her back against the opposite wall. His hand slipped down into the cutout of her leotard again, moving down to cup her ass. She reached down between them and stroked the outline of his erection inside his pants and he could just burst at the feel of her! Alex brought his hands back up to her shoulders and pulled the wide collar of her leotard down off them, exposing more of her smooth skin. He leaned down to kiss her collarbone, proceeding lower to the swell of her breasts sitting in the cups of her bra. She pulled his zipper down and when her hand reached inside, grasping his shaft over his boxer briefs, she was once again in control.
Taking a few steps towards him, she had him back up against the wall. She stroked, with the fabric separating skin from skin, before she reached inside and pulled his cock out through the fly. He breathed out heavily, sinking into the feeling of her hand on him. But she was slipping away, lowering herself down to her knees in front of him and he tipped his head against the wall behind him, dumbfounded at the fact that this was really happening.
She seemed determined, not worried about taking things slowly but going right for it. Her lips found his cock and slid down it, her tongue swirling the shaft on the way. He groaned, feeling dizzy from the sensations, willing himself not to blow it right away. Eliana grasped the base of his cock in her hand while her mouth moved over the top half. The two parts of her body worked perfectly in sync as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.
He struggled with where to put his hands, not wanting to grasp her hair and seem forceful. His palms came to rest against the cool wall behind him as his knees grew weaker from her talented sucking. Her fingers slipped down to his balls, massaging them, while she took him deeper into her mouth and he could no longer hold back. Alex’s orgasm erupted with a low grunt from him as he poured into her mouth.
Eliana didn’t seem at all surprised. She was ready for him, swallowing masterfully around his cock while milking his balls. His legs seemed to barely hold him up anymore as he leaned heavily on the wall. As soon as he got his footing again, he was pulling her up, his hands urgent on either side of her face, and pulling her back in toward him for a deep kiss. He could taste himself in her mouth as he walked her backward again, their legs moving smoothly as if in a choreographed dance. He slid her leotard further down her shoulders and reached a hand into the top, freeing one of her breasts, lifting it out of the garment.
Tracing his way down her neck, towards her chest, and down to the nipple, he sucked in the hard nub between his lips as his other hand moved swiftly into her leggings. She helped, shimmying her leggings down over her hips and reaching down between her legs to unsnap the leotard. Alex’s fingers met with the fabric of the drenched thong beneath it, pressing it roughly into her folds. Eliana moaned through clenched teeth, amping up his desire to make her come, to push her over that edge. He pushed aside the damp panties and slid his fingers through her wet slit. His fingers were now doing the dancing, gracefully sliding up to and around her clit before moving to her entrance and slipping inside.
Her lips pressed together tightly and her eyes closed, head tipping against the wall behind her. She sucked in a breath while he thrust his fingers in deep, fucking her with his hand. His thumb reached for the clit, massaging the swollen nub while he pulled the front of the leotard down with his teeth to gain access to her other breast. She grasped his head, encouraging him towards herself as he sucked deeply on her nipple. Her hips seemed to move to the rhythm of silent music as she rode his hand. And when she came, the thin whimpers that escaped her lips seemed to coordinate with the tune. Her body shuddered and he felt her pussy clench around his digits.
Alex pulled his hand away, returning her thong back into place. He pulled her leggings up, tucking the loose ends of the leotard inside. Eliana opened her eyes and licked her lips, refocusing on his face. There was a spark between them, as if her desire for him had grown. She shifted her hands back to his shoulders and pushed him back. He took a step away from her and she walked back towards the opposite wall. His brain raced with “what now?” She tipped her face up, reaching to kiss his lips. A short, soft kiss. Then her index finger pressed into his chest.
“Follow me back to my place,” she instructed him. “If… you know, you’d like to help me practice some more.”
“Sure.” He nodded.