She danced her way across the studio floor and my eyes could see nothing else.
This goddess, this angel. She moved so gracefully, throwing her legs high in the air, her body sweeping and swooping, her muscles flexing under skintight lycra.
And then there was her face. Oh, her face. Light brown curly hair with blonde highlights framed a work of art. Her painted red lips stood pouty and proud, her cute nose, her high cheeks, her strong jawline, and the most divine, delicate eyes, electric blue.
I had watched from afar, but never had the chance to see her perform until now. She went to the same dance classes as my sister. I first caught sight of her when I dropped my sister off.
Both girls were 18 and both went to the same school, but until they both started in a new dance class which opened up across town, they hadn't really been friends.
Helen was the daughter of the dance instructor, a very stern Russian woman called Maria (It was actually Marta, but she changed it when she moved to the US). Helen wasn't a pupil. She was, in effect, a prop for her mum. Maria, who could no longer dance herself, would explain a move, get Helen to perform it and then teach the students.
It wasn't until about two months into the dance classes when I finally got to see Helen perform. The students were putting on a small show for parents and friends.
My mom is no longer in the picture (she remarried) and my dad, whom we live with, is usually away on business, so I elected with some enthusiasm to go and see the show when my sister mentioned it.
And now here I was. Witnessing a divine creature who was the closest thing to perfection I had ever laid eyes on.
After the performance, parents walked over to congratulate their kids. To be honest I hadn't even noticed whether my sister danced well. I only had eyes for Helen.
I went to her anyway, offering my congratulations and false enthusiasm. "You were great Jen, really great. I can't wait to tell dad how good you did."
"You think so? I thought I might have fluffed the introduction bit."
Just then Maria the teacher came over and not bothering to introduce herself, she spoke to Jen.
"That was good Jen, but I know you can do better. Your confidence was a bit shaky at the start, no?"
I could tell Jen was a little disheartened by the remark and took an even further dislike to Maria.
Helen walked towards her mother and asked for the key to her office so she could change. Seeing a forlorn look on Jen's face, she put an arm around her and said "You were very good out there Jensy. I got to see your top line in the mirror and it was amazing."
If I could have fallen even harder for this beauty I would have right then. I was infatuated.
Helen gave Jen a final hug and headed out the door to the hallway. I asked Jen where the toilets were and she pointed in the same direction as Helen had just gone.
"Great. I gotta go quickly. I'll be in the car waiting for you after you get changed."
I walked out the door as calmly as I could, trying not to look suspicious.
The hall split in two directions. To my left was the bathroom and beyond that an exit door, to my right the hallway turned right. I went down, around the corner and saw the windows of an office. I crept along and saw that while the blinds were down on three of the windows, they weren't fully closed on the one nearest the door.
I couldn't resist. I crept over and glanced in to the office. My pulse instantly quickened.
There was the goddess Helen, She was sitting on the desk with her left leg folded up in front of her, removing the tape which she had wrapped around her toes and foot before she put her dance shoes on.
After she had carefully removed the tape and rubbed her feet, she put her foot back on the ground and did the same with her right foot.
Even without prying eyes (as far as she knew) she moved so gracefully. There was no awkwardness about her, even with such a mundane operation.
With both feet bare, she stood up and, with her right hand, lifted the left shoulder strap of her blue leotard, kinking her left arm and sliding it through.
She did the same with the right strap, before taking hold of both sides of her leotard and sliding it down.
Finally I got to see this beauty in all her naked majesty, and it did not disappoint.
Her alabaster skin was darkened only by her two small areolas, topped by beautiful suckable nipples. Her chest was not big. She was probably an A-Cup, but they were perfectly round and symmetrical.
As she pushed the leotard further down she revealed her toned stomach, well defined abs and not an ounce of body fat.
The best delight was when she pushed her outfit further down her legs to reveal a bare pussy. There looked to be not a hair in sight down there.
My raging hard on jumped in my pants at the sight of this beauty, but she wasn't done there.
She put her hands above her head to stretch out and I got to admire her stunning dancer's body in all its glory, every defined muscle, every toned curve.
Then she turned around, her back now facing me and she bent over to pick up her clothes. She lingered a little longer down there, me agog at the clear view of her pussy and asshole I could see from my vantage point.
She stood up flicked her hair back, half turned and looked directly at me, giving me a wink and a smile.
"Oh fuck" was my first thought. Had she known all along? I pressed myself back against the wall, trying to quickly work out my next move. I couldn't look back in. I had to run. I had to get out of there. I raced back around the corner and headed for the exit door. When I got outside I went straight to my car and sat in it.
I hadn't even noticed until I sat in to the car that I had been sporting a raging erection the whole way out. My dick was tenting my pants indecently, and this was when I was sitting down, it must have been even more noticeable when I was walking.
I waited for my sister to come out, thinking of all the foul thoughts I could to soften my throbbing cock.
When my sister emerged five minutes later I just about had the beast back under control.
Jen had just opened the door of the car when Helen ran out of the building. She was headed straight for my car!
I panicked, my heart pounding, but she just hugged Jen again and offered her more words of support for her performance. Then she leaned her head in the door of the car and said.
"Hi. We weren't introduced inside. I'm Helen."
"Uh. Tom. I'm Tom. I'm Jen's big brother." I stammered, caught out by the whole situation.
"Nice to meet you Tom. You drive home safe now, you have a very precious cargo here." she replied, her arms rubbing Jen's shoulders supportively as she winked at me once more.
I mouthed a thanks and she was gone, running back across the car park, her pert ass bouncing all the way.
I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment or two before Jen brought me back to reality with an elbow in the ribs.
"Come on doofus. Dad is coming home this evening from Denver and I want to have dinner ready for him when he comes in."
When we got home, me trying to hide the growing bulge in my trousers from Jen, I said I had a few emails to send and went straight to my bedroom and locked the door.
I took my slacks off and sat in my boxers at the computer. I went on to Facebook, clicked on Jen's profile and then down her list of friends. Sure enough there was Helen. I clicked through to her profile, then on to her photos.
