Claudia and I had been dating for a couple of years. She was a wonderful girl, 5 feet 6 inches tall and a nice size 10. She was not hardbodied but your typical fit girl. She went to the gym 2 or 3 times a week to keep fit and I remember meeting her at the gym before we started going out. I had just finished an hour in the gym and was walking back to the changing rooms for a shower when I had bumped into her, hair in a scrunchy, pouring with sweat, dressed in a small pair of shorts and crop gym top. We both had apologized and laughed. We had had a drink afterwards, hit it off and had not looked back since.
In some respects we were quite opposite - nudity and adventurous sex had been my thing for some time where Claudia was quite a bit more reserved in both of those areas. I needed a sexual release once or more frequently every day whereas she would look for something more sensual on a less frequent basis. In other areas we were soul mates and this deeper love we hoped would see us through despite our obvious differences.
Things came to a bit of a head when we went on our first holiday together which was a Club 18-30 holiday with nudity and fucking everywhere. Virtually all of the other girls shed their clothes and inhibitions from day one until the final party. The most daring thing Claudia did was to go braless in the first wet t-shirt contest but firmly kept the shirt on and looked frigid on the stage. I suppose it was miracle that she got that far. As much as I loved her I had to tell her that something had to give. Basically it was something she did not feel comfortable doing and she had been brought up that way. I totally understood but the problem was what it was and we decided to work on it together to try and save our relationship.
All I really wanted was for her to get topless on the beach and to be confident being like that and for her to also get some skimpy clubwear for when we went out on holiday and also back home. She finally decided that the best way was to seek advice from her girls at the gym and this appeared to work. Over the next few weeks she spent the odd night out with her new girlfriends and did appear to be getting more confident. I noticed her walk naked around the house once which she would never have done before. She was obviously testing herself and it was working. She now had a bigger circle of friends and I knew that these new friends were women of the world if you know what I mean.
So, why am I telling you all this - well she told me that she was skipping one of her fitness classes for a few weeks as she and a couple of her new friends had enrolled on a 6 week course - a sort of dancerise course - and that she hoped that I would enjoy the end results. On the last night of the course, she told me to come and collect her from the studio as she would then have completed her course and wanted to show me what she had learned. Arriving at the dance studio complex, I found that the place itself was closed for classes and courses but that Claudia had rented the studio room itself. She came and met me at reception and looked different but I could not quite put my finger on it. Then it dawned on me that she was wearing make up and her hair was tied up in a pony tail and wound into a bun. However, the gorgeous face and make up were accompanied by her in a zip front hoodie and some jogging bottoms. The studio was in darkness and she switched on just one of the lights in the room as we went in. It illuminated part of the dance floor area and exposed a solitary chair. Taking me by the hand she led me to the chair and pushed me down into it. She walked behind me and ruffled my hair with her hand, and took my right hand behind the chair. I heard a metallic click and could not work out what it was. Before I could work out what was happening, she did the same with my left hand. Then the penny dropped - She had handcuffed me to the chair.
I heard some rustling noises behind me and then some music started. Bill Idol Hot in the City I think, but tracks after the first one did not register. I felt a hand lightly touch my shoulder as Claudia walked past me - wow, she was wearing black heels and stockings, a mini skirt which just touched the stocking tops and a white shirt with the neck unbuttoned and a tie loosely tied around her neck. With her back to me she stopped, looked over her shoulder and raise the skirt slightly so I could see the flesh of the back of her thighs and then dropped it again. Turn to face me she came close to me and leaned forward to show me her cleavage. She was braless under the shirt but her tits were not really visible to me as the shirt was buttoned up too high. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open and then rubbed her chest against mine. Pulling away he undid a couple of the buttons on the shirt and pulled it out of the skirt where it had been neatly tucked away.
