Private Dance Lesson

I’ve always wanted to learn how to dance. Not for any particular reason. Perhaps because I’ve always been a little bit clumsy, and learning how to dance might teach me some balance and grace.

Perhaps because I just wanted something to do on the weekends. Every Sunday morning at 10 AM, I make my way downtown to the second floor of a loft-style warehouse building where me and ten other novice dancers learn to salsa, to tap dance, and to swing.

All taught by our experienced teacher, Diego. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to attend our last group meeting on Sunday. Thanks to an unexpected flat tire.It seemed to truly disappoint him when I texted Diego to tell him the bad news. To be honest, it disappointed me as well. However, he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A private lesson. Alone. Just the two of us.

I wouldn’t normally be so nervous to spend a Tuesday evening alone with a handsome South American man, but Diego is...well, he’s special.

Diego makes my heart race and my palms sweat and my whole body thrum with desire every time I set eyes on him. It’s more than just a little crush. It’s full-on infatuation. I can hardly ever concentrate in class thanks to how distracting his dark brown eyes and luscious soft-black curls are. Not to mention the rhythm his tall, slender body moves in. He’s absolutely incredible.

Despite my nervous anticipation for this private lesson, I can hardly wait to get inside the building. The studio is dimly lit as I slide open the massive metal door. And there he is. Sitting casually in a metal folding chair. Facing the window with his legs up on the ledge.

A shy smile lights up my face. As he notices my presence. We exchange polite hello’s while he gets up from his chair.

“Hey! I'm glad you could make it! We missed you on Sunday. Let's get warmed up. We have a lot to catch up on!”

But I sense something…like there’s something more that he wants to say. Like he’s restraining himself somehow. But perhaps I’m just projecting my desire onto him. I thank him for taking the time out of his schedule to see me all alone. He waves away my thanks and we slowly step towards one another, meeting in the middle of the polished hardwood dance floor. We’re just a foot or so away from one another when I see him start to lean in.

Oh, god. What is he doing? My whole body tightens. My heart skips a beat. Is he going to kiss me? Is he—? His lips graze gently past my left cheek; and I suddenly remember that it is quite common for people to kiss hello where he’s from.

I smile up at him through my long eyelashes as he pulls away. I can still feel the tingle of his lips against my cheek. I ask him what we’ll be learning today in order to distract myself from the nervous energy swirling inside of me. For a moment, he says nothing at all.

A knowing smile is plastered across his face, almost as if he’s trying to decide what his next move will be. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Suddenly, Diego reaches forward and places one hand on my shoulder blade. Then, he threads his fingers through my left hand. He lifts our arms up together.extending them out to our sides. He smiles down at me.

“Just follow my lead and don’t think too much. Try to feel my body guide you. Feel it on the inside. You will do just fine.”

Just like that, I’m under his spell. Diego begins the lesson by guiding me through the footwork. Our attention is aimed down at the ground, but I can feel his gaze sliding up and down by body every time we stop to change direction.He presses his body up against mine and wraps an arm around the small of my back. I suck in a breath as he dips me down towards the ground. Hanging there in his arms, I catch a glance of the huge warehouse windows And the darkening sky of the world outside.

I wonder, for a moment, what exactly people can see from the street down below. Can they see us dancing? Can they see his arms around me? The lesson goes on and I find my discipline fading with every passing minute.

My mind is constantly thinking of Diego and the tingling sensation left by his hands across my body. I can’t help but to stare up into his eyes and at the faint hint of a mustache against his upper lip. I swear I can feel the definition of his abs through his thin cotton t-shirt. I don’t know how much longer I can handle this.

God, I’m getting so turned on. This is so inappropriate. He’s my teacher. And I’m his student. But, then again…it’s only a dance lesson. It isn’t as if there’s a power dynamic between us.

In fact, I can’t think of a single reason why a student of a casual dance class couldn’t get intimate with her teacher…before I can even talk myself out of it, I lean up onto the tips of my toes while we’re paused at the edge of the dancefloor, and I press my lips against the smooth skin of his neck.

He smells like fresh linen and leather. Mmm, his scent is so…intoxicating. Suddenly, reality comes flooding in. What am I doing? I meet his gaze with my own, prepared to be told to leave, or even politely rejected.

But, instead, I receive a passionate kiss from him against my lips. I can hardly process my excitement and disbelief as he backs me towards the huge windows on the western side of the loft. We’re still in our dance position with his hand around me and my fingers curled around his. I feel the cool bite of the glass window behind me and our lips separate for just a single moment.

Our eyes meet again and I see for the first time the passion that he’s been holding back, the restraint that he’s been hiding so well since our first lesson. We breathe hungrily into each other’s mouths as his hand falls away from mine and begins to explore my body.

He draws his firm grip down my abdomen, his thumbs grazing past the underside of my full breasts. I can hardly think, hardly breathe, as the man I’ve desired so intensely for the last three weeks, becomes mine.

I wonder once again if anyone on the street below can see us and if they can tell what’s happening. A bolt of excitement rushes through me at the idea that someone might see our passionate embrace. I reach for his hand and guide it towards the bottom edge of my skirt.

He teases my upper thigh with a few light strokes. He’s tickling me with the pads of his fingers, just trailing them around the side and back of my thigh so gently. Before adjusting his touch to the lace fabric between my legs. He teases me from the top hem of my panties and drags the side of his finger all the way down until he reaches my ass.

Then, he turns his knuckle inward and parts my inner lips as he makes his way back up towards my clit. Oh…god, he’s moving so slowly. Oh, just like that…I…god, I love the way that feels.

Mmmm, that’s so, so good. I have to have more…I have to feel him…inside of me. I ache for him. I watch as he lowers himself down to his knees and takes hold of my panties from each side of my hips. He pulls them down to my ankles and glances up at me.

“You are so incredibly sexy.”

His mouth presses up against my slit as he parts it open with his nose. He follows it with his tongue, dragging it across my labia and teasing me with long…slow…strokes. Oh, oh my god.

His tongue darts to my clit and presses up against it, just applying pressure for a moment. I inhale sharply as little bolts of pleasure build inside of me. Oh my god, his…his tongue...It’s…his tongue sweeps downward, teasing my labia as he goes.

“Do you like that? Do you like the way I tease your pussy?”

Oh, oh yeah…fuck yeah, I like it. Oh, god, keep going, please… please don’t stop! He draws the tip of his tongue upwards inside of me. It just barely penetrates me as he teases me yet again. God, I just want more. I just want to feel him filling me up...I lay my hand on the top of his head and grab a handful of his thick dark curls.

How is he so good at this? How much practice has he had? Pleasure is building inside of me, threatening to spill out all down my legs and all over his mouth. My chest is heaving up and down with every passing moment that his tongue is buried inside of me.

Fuck…I’m getting close. Oh, god, I’m getting close. His tongue suddenly flicks rapidly at my clit, almost vibrating. My pleasure is sliding down the inside of my thighs. My breath leaves me in ragged sighs.

Oh, fuck…fuck.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me.”

His tongue suddenly presses down and applies continuous pressure to my clit. Fuck, he’s really, really good at this. I don’t know if anyone has ever made me cum so quickly before…

He slowly rises to his full height, smirking at me like a cheshire cat. I try to catch my breath as he trails sticky kisses down my neck and across my sensitive collar bone.

“I hope no one down below saw us!”

I hear the unzipping of his pants and my pussy tightens with desire immediately. Is he really going to fuck me? Right up against this window? For the entire world to see?

I think about it for a moment and decide it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever done with someone. As I turn back from the window he stands in front of me. His cock is thick and hard when he releases it from his pants. I reach out and take it into my hands, stroking it a few times to ensure that it’s as hard as possible. It looks like he enjoyed eating me out as much as I did.

His hands fumble around in his back pocket and I watch as he tears a condom wrapper and passes it to me. I slide the oily rubber over his rock hard shaft and it glides on easily.

He’s taller than me and bends his legs slightly to better allow me to guide his cock inside of my throbbing, dripping wet pussy. With one hand around my hip, he lifts me up slightly and holds me to him with my back against the wall. Our eyes meet for a moment and something warm and bright erupts in the center of my chest.

I love the way he’s looking at me. He enters me with one quick motion, and the world seems to stop. We stare at each other, just feeling the connection of our bodies. Besides feeling fucking amazing, this feels sort of special.

I gasp aloud as my inner walls squeeze tight around his shaft. Holy fucking hell, that feels good! I love the way he fills me up to the brim. The way his cock slides in and out of me with no trouble at all. He thrusts forwards and back a few times, just letting the tip of his cock push up against my g-spot for a few moments at a time.

Ahhh… each touch is like a mini-orgasm over and over again. I hear him groan, almost like an animal, gruff and thick in the back of his throat. He keeps one hand on my ass, squeezing and kneading my left cheek tightly beneath his firm grasp, and one hand on the window behind me, as he thrusts his hips forward.

“Oh, god. Fuck, you’re so tight. Oh, god, yes!”

Every thrust sends bursts of pleasure throughout my entire body. All I know is the feeling of Diego filling me up.

“You like this, baby? You like how I feel inside of you?”

...in and out of me. Over and over again. I barely witness the world around us, down below. And at this moment, with Diego’s cock tremble and throb inside of me, I couldn’t care less about who might be catching a glimpse of our little show. Diego trembles and groans huskily in my ear and I know it’s his turn to cum.

Cum for me. Please…cum for me, Diego!

His body suddenly grows still. And I see his eyes squeezing shut tightly. And then I feel his orgasm rip through him relentlessly.

It sounds as if he can’t handle how much pleasure is exploding through him at this very moment. His face presses against my neck and he releases a long thick stream of cum inside of me.

Our bodies feel fused together as we both ride the wave of a powerful afterglow. We both pull out clothes back on and exchange a few knowing smiles and a few quiet peals of laughter.

I feel so warm and comfortable as I press up against him and meet his lips with my own. I grab my bag from the corner of the room and head towards the door. As I turn to leave, he grins at me.

“So, the same time next week?“