Dance Of Desire Pt 01

This is a story I wrote under another name many years ago, please forgive some of the dated references. This is a four part story and plan to publish each chapter after some editing.

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Dance of Desire

Ms. Elizabeth Keigle sits staring at her laptop screen sipping coffee late at night waiting for her only friend in the world to IM her and wish her a good morning. You see her daughter has been away at school for about two years now in London and the time difference is about six hours.

Liz, as her social circle used to call her drifts back twenty-two years ago when she was a beautiful new college graduate with an accounting job in a national financial firm and starts to think about how everything transpired that has left her here alone and scared. He was a deal closer and everyone wanted him on his or her project. At the age of Forty-three he had already made a big name for himself and the company as being the top hostile takeover firm in North America. He was a handsome older man that made most young women's knees weak. His charm and flattery was hard to deny and when he set his mind on taking something he usually got what he wanted.

Liz fell for the whole package, looks, power, charm, and lifestyle. She didn't know what hit her when he first started to notice her in the project group. She was just a first level bean counter and had no idea that this man was a predator of Jurassic proportions. After a year of on and off affairs he told her that he was leaving his wife for her and life with him would be champagne and caviar forever.

Liz remembered his first wife and how she looked plain and wholesome, not the type of woman that this powerful financial shark would have on his arm at a social function. She realized that she was the trophy wife that he had been looking for to help his image even more. She was twenty years his younger and had the body that most women would be jealous of. All of those years of drill team and gymnastics had paid off in a big way.

At the age of Twenty-four she became the new wife of one of the biggest movers and shakers during the 1980's. After the marriage Liz found out that his divorce was a bitter separation and that his two boys from his first wife blamed her for their father leaving their mother. This made the weekends very awkward when he had custody, but after a year Liz herself was pregnant with a little girl. This girl was her only true friend in life and her very reason to exist.

A beeping tone snapped her out of her daze and she realized that her daughter Cammie had IM'ed her. It started with the usual good morning and how do you feel. Liz responded that she was tired and lonely in the house now that the divorce has been final. Everyone had stopped calling or coming by. It was as if she got the house but he got the life. No one wanted her friendship, they all wanted to be around him and leech off of his fortune and fame.

Cammie tried to cheer her up but could not find the right words to relieve her mother of the emptiness inside. As their conversation wound down and Cammie started to get ready for class she mentioned to her mother that she should do something fun to break her out of this melancholy. Cammie told her about a friend of hers from her old dorm whose mother went through a similar depression. Her friend's mother took Ballroom dance lessons from a company that provided lessons in the privacy of your own home. She told her that she would email her the name and website of the company later that afternoon.

Liz signed off and finally went to bed with a heavy heart and a dark cloud hanging over her soul.

Liz slowly slumped out of bed around nine in the morning. She went about her normal morning routine reading the paper while eating a fruit and grain breakfast with a low fat latte. She has been eating healthy for about fifteen years now, always aware of her figure. Shortly after eating she changed into her workout clothes and began her thirty-minute yoga exercises before going to the gym for her aerobics class and a steam in the sauna.

While sitting in the sauna Liz thought back to when she was younger and wondered if she looked as good now as she did a few years ago. As she contemplated her appearance she noticed a younger woman in the sauna with her and mentally compared her figure to the beauty across the room.

Liz's figure was remarkable for a forty five year old woman, her thin waist and firm muscular legs and buttocks were unmatched by any woman even half her age. The many years of aerobics and yoga had been kind to her and had actually kept her looking younger than she really was. The fact that she was a woman of means allowed her to eliminate the crow's feet wrinkles on her face and the plastic surgery she had done on her breast five years ago was worth every penny. Her breasts were always C cup but with the lift and nipple alignment, the surgeon gave her a perky natural looking set that belongs on a coed.

Honestly if you didn't know her you would have never thought that she passed the big 40 five years ago. Her new pixie haircut gave her a younger look since it was the new trend for all of the late twenty early thirty something women in her gym. The bleached blonde color of her hair also highlighted the golden bronze tan she had. With regular trips to the tanning salon and monthly spa visits her skin was soft and supple with no tan lines to be found. She always had a slight naughty feeling when she lay in the tanning bed completely nude but that was always her little secret. Her image was one of a proper faithful executive's wife and she made sure that she did not do anything to damage her husband's social status.

Liz's trip to the gym didn't relieve her blues and she found herself sitting in the same spot she was in last night zoned out looking out the window at the rose garden in back next to the pool. As she sat there wasting time she logged on to her laptop to pay a few bills and maybe look at the movie reviews. Once the computer booted up she received a pop up telling her she had an email.

It was from Cammie and it had an attachment with it. She read the note, " Mom just look at the attachment, I know you loved watching everyone dance at all of those black tie parties you and dad went to. Too bad he never took the time to learn how to dance with you. Maybe now you could take lessons and be one of those people floating out on the dance floor in the future. Luv ya Cam.."

Liz thought for a moment about what her daughter said and it was true. Her husband had never danced with her at any of the many social events they attended. He told her it was a waste of his time and the only reason he went to those events was to do business and find out information about companies that the guest worked for or owned. To him it was a recon mission not a night of fun and fancy.

Liz opened the attachment and a flier came up about a dance lesson studio that offered in-home discrete lessons for singles and couples. They had instructors all along the East Coast and would put you in touch with the local instructor in your area. As Liz read more about the company she found out that there was an introductory package of four lessons and the cost was reasonably priced. Money not being that much of an object Liz still didn't want to spend a lot of money on something she was still not sure about.

Later that day Liz finally decided to call the studio and take a risk on dance lessons. The studio's name was Dance of Desire Lessons and Instruction. The lady on the phone asked a few questions relating to what dance experience she had, which dance forms she was interested in and would she prefer a male or female instructor.

Liz was a novice at ballroom dancing and only knew of two or three types of dances. She thought about the male or female instructor for a few minutes and rationalized that she would be better off with a male instructor because she would need a dance partner to learn the steps. With this decision the lady said that she would match Liz up with a well-qualified instructor and that he would be making contact with her in the next 24 to 48 hours. At that time she could give him the directions to her house so the lessons could be done in her own home or if she wanted she could make arrangements to go to the local studio.

After the call Liz went about her day as normal giving little thought to the dance lessons or anything else of much importance.

The next morning her phone rang at 7:30 am waking Liz a full two hours before she normally would have. In a half asleep state she answered the phone with a groggy hello. The voice on the other end was that of the dance instructor calling to introduce himself and to speak with Ms. Elizabeth Keigle. She acknowledged that she was Ms. Keigle and stated that he could call her Liz. The voice introduced himself as Randall and if it were all the same to her he would address her as Elizabeth. Liz was not as pretty or intriguing as Elizabeth.

Their conversation moved quickly to when and where the lessons should take place. Elizabeth, as he called her, was still in an early morning fog and was not able to think things through as well as she would have liked and agreed to start the lessons that afternoon at 6:00 pm in her house. With that arranged, Randall wrote down her address and told her that he would be there promptly at 6:00. Just before he hung up he instructed her to wear loose fitting clothes so it would be easier for her to move about.

Before Elizabeth could ask any questions the line was disconnected and she was left sitting at the edge of her bed with a dial tone ringing in her ear. Seconds later the flood of thoughts came to her about what she was doing. She just agreed to let a strange man into her house, gave him the address to her house and didn't find out anything about him. His statement about her name hit her next and she was a little offended that he would not call her by the name she wanted and how dare he tell her what she could and could not wear.

Since she was already up two hours before her norm she went ahead and started to do the things she had planned on for the day, a trip to the nail salon for a manicure and pedicure, lunch at the bistro with her financial advisor and a quick visit to the boutique for a new blouse to wear.

Elizabeth arrived home about three hours before this Randall gentleman was to show up. She looked around to find an area that would be good to use for a dance floor that was close to the front of the house so she didn't have to allow this stranger to roam completely through her residence. This gave her a little better feeling about having him here.

She chose the formal dining room because it was on the first floor close to the main door. The fact that it had hardwood floors made it a good choice also because it was more like a real dance floor in her mind. She started moving chairs out of the room and with a little muscle and determination she was able to take the table apart and remove it also. This left the room almost completely empty except for a large cabinet along one wall that housed a stereo system that played throughout the house and on the far wall a settee that could seat two people.

Elizabeth looked at the clock when she was finished and realized she had about an hour before Randall would be there. She ran up stairs to shower after working up a sweat moving the room around. Once dried off Elizabeth stopped to look at herself in the mirror. She looked more at her figure this time than at her soul as she has done many times before during the divorce. What she saw was a very attractive woman with gorgeous features, her eyes scanned every part of her body and was amazed at how he could have left this for a woman twenty years older than her.

He told her when he filed that he wanted to be around someone that was closer to his age now and wanted someone that would enjoy the golden years of his life with him. The odd thing to her was that at one point she was the younger woman and now it has been flipped around on her, he wanted an older woman.

Elizabeth's focus came back to her in a flash, she only had about twenty-five minutes to get dressed before Randall would be there. She hurried to put her makeup on and dry her hair. The new due made it easier to handle in a pinch. She quickly went to her closet to find an outfit that would be adequate for the lesson and she was mindful of what he told her about loose fitting. She selected a white halter top with built in bra and a pair of olive gaucho pants that came to about mid shin. She wasn't sure what kind of shoes she would need so she grabbed a pair of sandals that matched and headed down the stairs.

As Elizabeth reached the last step the doorbell rang, she looked at the clock at the end of the hall and it read Six o'clock on the dot. She thought to herself if anything he is at least punctual. She walked to the door and cautiously looked through the peephole. She could see the back of the gentleman standing at the door. He was wearing black pants that fit just right across his muscular buttocks, from all of the years of dancing she thought, and a white long sleeve dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up once at each wrist. She opened the door slightly and said hello.

The man turned around into full view and she could see that he was about 6'2 broad shoulders, lean waist, and somewhat muscular. His hair was longer than most men's but not to his shoulders, the color was a blondish brown with a slight hint of red. His eyes were a piercing bluish green that appeared to be able to look through walls. His facial features were strong and masculine and there was a slight hint of a five o'clock shadow on his cheeks and chin.

Elizabeth I presume was the only thing that came out of his mouth. She acknowledged that she was and he reached down to pick up his briefcase and a small CD player that was at his feet. She stood there taking in his figure for a moment when he said well am I coming in or do you want to do this on the front porch. She awkwardly stepped back and showed him in, knowing she had just been caught checking him out. As he walked past her she could smell a faint whiff of his cologne. It was a musk that she could not place but knew that it had to be of high quality because it was not too strong or too sweet.

She told him that they would be using the room on the left and closed the door behind him and followed him to the dining room.

Randall went straight in and over to the settee where he sat down with his briefcase and started to pull out some papers. She sat down beside him at the far edge so as not to be too close.

This is a contract for four lessons to be held for one hour each here in the privacy of your home. The fee is as stated on the flier that you have, once you have signed it you will be billed for all four lessons even if you decided not to use them all.

Elizabeth agreed to sign the contract without much thought, the handsome man sitting just a few feet away from her clouded her mind. She was attracted to him in a way that she had not felt in over twenty years. She had never even thought about looking at another man while she was married and the feeling was excitingly new to her.

After the paperwork was complete he looked around the room and then back at her. He asked her a few questions, mainly things about her dance experience and then he shocked her with a brash statement.

I see that you are a single divorced woman.

She asked how he could tell and he stated that with the size of the house and the fact that there were no pictures of another man in the house he concluded that she was alone. He continued with a comment about her hairstyle being one of a woman who is not a widow. It was too bold and alive so she had to be divorced. Widows don't wear their hair like that; they tend to be more subdued and less flashy.

Elizabeth was shocked and agitated by this and told him he was too presumptuous and would be better off not reading too much into her appearance.

With that Randall reached into his briefcase and pulled out a CD to put in his player. Elizabeth offered the use of the house stereo because of the sound quality and he agreed.

Elizabeth took the CD and walked over to the cabinet and opened it up and turned on the power. As she stood there she could feel his eyes looking at her and taking in her figure. She turned to see if he was and found him undressing her mentally. She noticed he didn't look away when she caught him and blushed at how brazen he was.

The music started and she moved back to the middle of the room. Standing there she waited for him to move but he continued to drink in her appearance for a few more seconds.

Randall stood up and walked over to her and started snapping his finger to the rhythm of the music. He told her to allow the beat of the song to engulf her body and to move with it side to side swaying with the song.

The first lesson will be the Waltz, it is a simple dance step that can be learned by even the most novice of students. After a few minutes he showed her the footwork that the male lead would have and then the steps the lady should use to follow.

The lesson was moving along as expected with footwork and body positioning for about thirty minutes. At this time Randall told her it was time to put it all together and they would try to dance as a couple.

He positioned her feet with his hands and took a slight feel of her ankles and calves as he did so. This caused her to take a deep breath because no other man has ever touched her since before her wedding. As he stood in front of her he placed his hands on her hips and positioned her waist as to where it should be for her partner to stand in front of her, again her breath jumped and she felt a little flush come over her face.

Randall held out his right hand for her to take and placed her free hand on his shoulder. She had no idea how muscular he really was until that moment. He had spent some time in a gym and it was a new feeling for her, her husband had been a little on the soft side. He never thought much about working out all of these years since they became married. Finally Randall's free hand found her waist and the tingle that shot through her at that second made her knees a little weak. She had never been in the arms of a man his age or his stature.

Elizabeth had skipped over the late twenty something straight to the mid forties when she started seeing her ex. Oh she had been with a few guys back in college but they were her age at that time late teens to twenty-two years olds. This was new and exciting.

As they dance Randall complimented her on how fast she picked up the dance steps and that she could be a very good dancer with just a little practice.

Not thinking about what was proper form Elizabeth became caught up in the rhythm of the dance and the handsome viral man holding her. She moved a little closer to him and eventually ended up resting her head on his chest. That muscular well-defined chest that was so inviting and strong. She became aroused with the movement and friction that was taking place between his body and her own. The feel of a warm body so close to hers made her nipples start to come alive and she couldn't stop thinking how wonderful it would be to have a lover with this kind of strength and sexuality.

After the song was over Randall said that it was time to end the lesson and she slowly reluctantly disengaged from the embrace that she was longing to remain in for the rest of the evening.

Elizabeth, without even realizing what she said, offered him a drink to quench their thirst from all of the work that they had just completed. She was even more surprised that he said yes. With that she hurried to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet. When she returned she found Randall sitting on the settee waiting for her return.