**This story is dedicated to my angel, Jason. In fact, he described the leading lady for me so he deserves part of the credit.**
Sean was transfixed by Lena the first moment he saw her. He was a patron of the Voetstappen Dance Company. It was a crisp Friday night and Sean was sharply dressed in a gray suit and a deep purple button-up shirt. He found his seat in the center of the third row among those reserved for season ticket holders. Tonight the company was featuring a troupe on tour all the way from Romania, Pasari Mici, roughly translated as "Little Birds."
"Voetstappen is honored to be Pasari Mici's last stop on this year's tour," the hostess announced. "You are welcome to join us at the Gemini Bar and Bistro down the street following the performance to give the dancers a proper send-off." The audience responded with polite applause. The murmur of the crowd settled and a striking performance followed. The dancers wore sleek black unitards with long sleeves, the women's legs clad in sheer tights, the men's in opaque shorts. All were barefoot. The music was not live but swelled in stereo, rolling over the audience in an oceanic melody. Sean recognized it as a modern reinterpretation of Brahms.
Lena did not appear for a few minutes but when she did, Sean lost interest in anyone else on stage. The room had gone dark for several tense seconds when a spotlight suddenly illuminated her. She was dressed the same as the other women except for an elegant black cap offset in her dark, upswept hair, with a fine veil obscuring her face. Her pale arms were radiant in the bright light. She was lean and unusually tall, perhaps 6 foot. But she was not boyish or angular as such women often are. Every part of her appeared supple and inviting. Her body seemed to float, motionless, as Sean took her in. The only movement he detected was the gentle swell of her chest as she breathed. At a downbeat of the music, Lena's body suddenly folded to the floor. She moved with cat-like grace among the sinuous limbs of her fellow dancers. She arose and fell, was carried aloft and slipped between the others like liquid. Sean was hypnotized. The dancers were met with thunderous applause as they made their final bows.
Keen on meeting the veiled woman, Sean walked through the chilly rain and settled in at the bar, ordering a scotch. It was another ten minutes or so before she emerged from the street. Her hair was down now, a few wet strands sticking to her skin. It fell with just a slight wave to the middle of her back and included a streak of hot pink Sean didn't notice when she wore the veil. Her body was hugged by an emerald green cocktail dress that swirled around her knees. Being so tall, she wore simple black flats and no other adornment except for blood-red lipstick, glossy on her delicate mouth. He watched as she approached the bar and ordered a merlot. Despite her striking beauty, Sean noticed that no one spoke to her. He was going to put a stop to that.
"You were stunning tonight." His eyes held hers a moment before she smiled and dropped her gaze. The band struck up a tango as Sean touched her lightly on the elbow. A few people paired off and whirled to the music. "Please join me in this dance, if you aren't exhausted from your performance." Her face brightened.
"Oh no, I am always energized after a show." Her voice was darkly musical and evoked misty forests and nighttime creatures in Sean's imagination. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. His hand wound its way to the small of her back as Lena wrapped her arm around his shoulder. He held her close and the air was tense between them. Sean could tell she hadn't had the chance to shower. She was delightfully fragrant, like a musky wild thing. Breathing her in, his cock began to swell. He was obviously outclassed by her talent but Sean was elegant and confident. They twirled and tugged at each other as the violin battled it out with the cello. His hands roamed her body with the barest veneer of propriety. He became intimate with valley of her waist, the softness of her hands, the vitality in her eyes. She spun with amazing quickness and grace, her ample skirt flying around her hips, revealing her strong, slender thighs. Sean glimpsed her little black panties. Their legs mingled as they danced and Sean's thickening meat brushed briefly against Lena's silky thigh. He couldn't be sure if she noticed. The tango wound to an end and the band began playing something more mellow.
"Come drink with me; I want to get to know you," Sean said quietly in Lena's ear. She seemed to sigh and nodded. They found a small table in a shadowy corner. It was then that they finally exchanged names and basic pleasantries. Lena spoke of her Eastern Orthodox family and how her mother disapproved of her dancing. She left home 10 years ago when she was only 16 and rarely went back. Sean spoke of his work as an engineer and some of the more exciting overseas projects he got to take part in. The two gradually drew closer to each other and the conversation grew more intimate.
"You dance with such intoxicating sensuality. I couldn't take my eyes of you. I'm not entirely surprised that your mother disapproved but I'm glad you ignored her." He caressed her neck. "Or you wouldn't be here with me right now."
"My mother also warned me against charming men."
"Oh, she was right to do that..." His fingertips lingered on the downy hairs on the back of Lena's neck. He felt her shiver. "I'll keep you company and ward off the womanizers." They shared a chuckle and their eyes met for a long time. Lena finally looked down, her gaze resting in the direction of the bulge in Sean's slacks. He leaned forward and kissed the corner of her petite mouth. He did not pull away or push ahead. For a long, delicious moment, only their breath mixed and heat radiated off their bodies. Lena finally turned, grabbing Sean's shirt and kissing him hard. Her tongue slid between his lips and he drank her in greedily. His strong hands kneaded the tender flesh of her arms, her waist, her hips. Her desire filled his lungs and his cock throbbed powerfully. Sean motioned for the check. Glancing over the bill, Sean dropped his credit card in a rare moment of clumsiness. It bounced under the table and Lena fell on her knees to fish it out. Sean smiled as she handed it to him.
"Good girl." His voice was a caress. Lena blushed. Sean settled the bill and had the waiter bring Lena's jacket. "Come with me?" he asked. Lena simply nodded again. They walked out into the wet night. The rain had stopped but left everything dark and glistening. Sean hailed a cab.
"The Byron Condominiums," he said to the driver as he stopped. "I want you to sit in my lap," he told Lena. Sean settled into the backseat and after a moment's hesitation, Lena settled into his lap. She had to lean forward against the back of the passenger seat to fit and Sean took in the view of her mostly bare back, her narrow waist, and her sweet little ass planted in his lap. She was shoved back against Sean's rigid cock as the cab sped away and he hummed with pleasure. He could feel the animal heat of Lena's sex through her silky dress. He could tell the situation made her shy but she tentatively pressed and rocked against him. The subtle undulations of her hips were bringing him to a boil. Lena may not be used to this kind of thing, he thought, but she's taking to it quickly. He did not touch her.
They arrived at their destination. Sean paid the driver and escorted Lena inside. A glass elevator carried them to the 20th floor. They kissed on the way up, their tongues dancing warm and wet. Sean could see Lena's hard nipples through her dress and pinched them hard. She gasped sharply just as the elevator stopped with a ping. They walked to his door and stepped inside. Lena looked around. His condo was tidy and modern. A cosmopolitan woman, Lena recognized good art when she saw it and there were several nice pieces. Blacks and ivories and navies dominated the palette.
"Let me show you the view," Sean said, beckoning her to the bedroom. She joined him at the wide window and took in the sweeping vista of the city. Sean stepped behind Lena and swept her hair to one side, kissing the back of her neck. He slowly unzipped her dress, the cool metal teeth clicking open one by one. He playfully licked the length of her spine and Lena sighed, leaning into the window. Sean slid the straps off of Lena's shoulders and her dress fell into a crumple on the floor. Her porcelain skin glowed against the glittering skyline. She wore nothing now except for the black satin panties Sean glimpsed earlier. She still faced the window.
"But...people will see."
"They should be so lucky." Lena blushed and fidgeted. Sean stroked her arms gently. His words were whispers tumbling down her neck. "Be my good girl. Someone might see you having fun; that's not such a bad thing..." His fingers hooked into her panties.
"Alright..." Sean smiled warmly.
"I'm so glad you said that," he replied, caressing the length of her magnificent legs as he pulled off her panties. Lena stood, completely bare and breath-taking. Her breasts were like sweet oranges, her nipples pink and firm. Her stomach was smooth and flat, her navel a little shadowy dip. Her pubic hair was a fine black fleece, neatly trimmed on the mound, clean shaven on the lips. He stepped aside briefly, pulling four leather cuffs out of a nearby dresser. "Because I have something special in mind."
Sean knelt down and secured Lena's ankles to two strategically placed anchors in the wall below the window, about two feet apart. He repeated the maneuver with Lena's wrists at two other anchor points above the window. She was stretched and open and dripping wet. Sweet honey streamed down her right thigh. Sean stood behind Lena, kneading and caressing her breasts, thighs, and ass. She shuddered and tensed. His hand lingered on her inner thighs, drawing nearer to her glistening cunt. His fingertips traced delicate trails through the valleys between her legs and her crotch, through her soft pubic hair. Finally Sean cupped Lena's pussy, his fingertips resting lightly on her mons, his palm pressing against her soaked lips. He left his hand there for a long time as she began to squirm and whimper. She mumbled something unintelligible.
"What was that?" Sean asked.