I take my daughter to a dance class each week. Her teacher is Nicky and I have to admit I have always had a thing for her although as a married man I never intended on acting on my desires. What is more I always thought the fit and bubbly dance instructor was way out of my league.
Standing about 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighing around 110 pounds, Nicky is 30-years-old. She has long, brown hair that is rarely not tied back in a ponytail while one of her most outstanding features is her dazzling bright blue eyes.
Full of energy and enthusiasm as befits her job, she has an athletic but not overly muscular build and a liking for wearing figure hugging clothes. Often when attending my daughter's shows I have to concede my glance does linger on Nicky's shapely form sometimes a lot more than what is happening on stage.
One evening after I had returned home with my daughter after her dance class I realised we had left her sweater behind. She too had noticed and, as it was her favourite, she begged me to return to the dance studio and get it.
The studio was only a mile or so away and I'm a soft touch for my daughter so I agreed. Leaving my daughter to get ready for bed under her mother's supervision I drove the short distance to the studio.
As I looked through the glass in the door leading to the studio I saw Nicky going through a series of stretches. I watched transfixed as she contorted her beautiful body into various positions and as I did so my dick began to twitch and harden.
Snapping myself out of it but still unable to avert my gaze, I reached for the door handle, turned it and silently crept into the studio not wanting to disturb Nicky.
Her back was to the entrance and she continued her limbering routine as I quickly and quietly made my way across the room. She bent over to touch her toes and held the position as I arrived within feet of her. "Hi there. Enjoying the show?" she said.
Her sudden remark startled me. "No...I mean yes...I mean no," I mumbled. "Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," I said regaining some of my composure. "My daughter left her sweater behind."
Nicky stood up and faced me. Grinning she said, "Oh ok. Is it that one?" She pointed towards a bench where the sweater was neatly sitting.
"Yes that's it. I will get it and leave you to finish your workout in peace."
She replied, "Stay if you like. I enjoy an audience." She giggled and resumed her stretching.
"Was she flirting with me?" I wondered. "Surely not." My dick twitched in my shorts again. I picked up the sweater and made for the door.
"I've seen you looking at me before you know," Nicky said stopping me in my tracks. I mumbled an inaudible protest at that suggestion. "It's ok. I really don't mind," she said. "Do you like games?" she asked.
Without thinking I nodded as she walked towards me. Standing only a foot or so away with sweat dripping off her golden brown skin she smiled seductively and said, "Me too. How about we play one right now?"
Again I nodded not knowing what to say and what would come next. "Great," she said with a beaming smile. "You know the dance school is always short of money for equipment?" she enquired. I nodded. "Well what we will do is play a game and each time I win you donate 50 dollars to the equipment fund."
Intrigued I said, "And if I win?"
She giggled once more. "Each time you win I'll take of an item of clothing sound fair?"
My dick twitched yet again and, amazed by this proposition, I said: "Yes." She giggled and skipped off to fetch something from her kit bag returning with a pack of cards.
We both sat on a bench and she shuffled the deck. "Single highest card wins game ok? I'm not into slow games that you have to think about," she said with a grin.
Still transfixed I nodded my agreement and she turned the deck of cards over between us. "You draw first," she said.
I drew a two and she let out a laugh. "Typical," I thought cursing my luck.
She drew a five and said, "That'll be 50 dollars please." Shaking my head in disappointment I reached into my back pocket and handed over the bill from my wallet.
"I'm not wearing much clothing you realise," Nicky said coyly. I gulped and reached for the cards. This time I picked up a 10.
"That's more like it," I thought. She drew a three and tutted at her misfortune. It was now my turn to grin as Nicky stood up and quickly peeled off her bright yellow t-shirt to reveal a dark blue sports bra.
She sat back down and I picked up another card from the deck. A king. Sighing she drew a five and swung her legs round to remove her training shoes.
Neither of us spoke as I drew a jack. She followed with a nine. "So close," I said in fake sympathy. Nicky curled up her nose half grinning and stood up.
She turned her back to me and moved her hands to the waistband of her black leggings. Turning slightly so she could see my reaction she tucked her thumbs into each side of the waistband and began to slip the clothing down.
She lowered the leggings to her feet revealing her bronzed and amazingly toned legs as she did. But what was more their absence revealed the golden rounded mounds of her perfect bubble butt which were separated by a tiny dark blue thong. I gasped. I'd often fantasised about her perky butt but now it was right there.
Casually Nicky stepped out of the leggings and threw them onto the bench. She sat down facing me again and I drew a king from the deck. "Come on," she exclaimed in mock frustration as she picked up a two.
To my disappointment Nicky swung her legs round and took off her little white socks. Giggling she said, "They're clothing too you know?"
Attempting to hide my disappointment I nodded and picked up my next card which was a six. She drew a nine and, eager to get on with the game, I handed her another 50. My hand was shaking as I gave Nicky the bill and she smiled sweetly and calmly said, "Thanks."
Next I drew a seven and to my glee she only got a four. "Yes," I yelped. Without replying she stood and reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
It made a quiet pinging sound as the clasp released and then Nicky slipped her arms out of the straps dropping the bra to the floor between us. Briefly her hands paused cupping her breasts before she took them away giving me my first glimpse of her tits. I'm no expert but I'd say her glorious globes were 34c and she obviously sunbathed topless as their colour matched the beautiful bronze tone of the rest of her body.
"Like what you see?" she asked. Again all I could do was nod.
Nicky sat back down on the bench again. Briefly taking my eyes from staring at her bare boobs I picked up a seven from the pack of cards. Looking straight at me her hand moved towards the deck and paused for a moment. "I hope it's a good one," she said as she turned the card over. It was a four!
Delighted but this time controlling my words I said, "bad luck."
"Yeah right," Nicky replied with a chuckle as she stood up once more. Turning away from me as she done had earlier she reached either side of her thong and started to slip it down her butt.
I watched as her tight butt hole appeared followed by her pussy lips. She slipped the clothing ever so slowly down her athletic legs stepping out of the tiny piece of material as it reached the floor. She bent down to pick it up and as she did so her pussy lips parted slightly. My dick twitched again.
"That's it then. Game over," she said her words snapping me out of my admiring trance. Dropping the thong onto the top of the pile of her crumpled clothes she turned to face me giving me my first look at her shaven pussy from the front. I gasped with excitement and Nicky grinned.
"Want to play on?" she asked.
Curious I replied: "What are the stakes? You're out of clothes."
