Dance Of Desire Pt 02

This is the second chapter to the Dance of Desire story, again this was originally written years ago so please forgive the references to items no longer in use.

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It had been about a week since Liz had her first dance lesson. The reaction to her behavior had caused her to first feel dirty and shameful. The fact that she had sex with a stranger the first time she saw him coupled with the raw nature of the sex left her thinking what the hell happened. She admitted to herself that she had never done anything like that before and could not believe that it was actually her there in the dinning room screaming for that man to fuck her. That was not Me she kept telling herself.

To Liz's surprise every time she closed her eyes or drifted off in thought all she could see, hear, feel was that night of animal passion and how wonderful it felt. Liz even caught herself introducing herself to someone at the bank as Elizabeth. Who is this Elizabeth she asked when she realized what she said.

That man had taken advantage of the situation. She couldn't even bring herself to call him by his name, "Randall" he was just That Man.

Liz IM'ed her daughter and was telling her what she had been doing the last two days and how low she felt being alone now, when Cammie asked her why she felt down when just the other day all she could talk about was how great she felt the day after her dance lesson. Liz couldn't tell her daughter what actually happened that night. It was too embarrassing. Cammie didn't need to know how slutty her mother acted with that man.

The next morning Liz finally pulled Randall's card out of the drawer in her bedroom after a lot of thought and coaxing from her daughter the night before. She looked at it for the first time and read what was on it, "Dance of Desire Studio Lessons and Instruction. Randall Calloway & Company"

Well at least now she knew his last name, she chuckled. Randall Calloway & Company, could there be more instructors like him there? Men who take advantage of women that are lost in the passion of the dance, she thought they all probably got off trying to screw as many of their clients as possible.

She didn't want to call for her second lesson but something deep inside her caused her arm to reach for the phone and dial. After it rang at least six times, that familiar voice answered hello. She couldn't say anything, her heart jumped into her throat and then without warning she heard her voice say " This is Liz Keigle, I need to speak with Randall Calloway to set up my next dance lesson." Again with a tone of arrogance Randall answered back "The next opening I have is two days from now at six o'clock. I will be there at six straight up. For this lesson you need to wear an after five dress with heels, any color will do, just make sure the dress is knee length. Oh and Elizabeth you will need to shave your pussy bald."

And with that Randall hung up leaving her sitting on the edge of her bed again listening to a dial tone. Liz's jaw dropped, she couldn't believe what just happened. The very thought of him telling her what to wear again made her blood boil. Thirty seconds later the comment about her shaving her pussy hit her and she almost fell off the edge of the bed. How dare he, he had gone too far this time and she was not going to put up with that. She would call and cancel the lessons right then. She reached for the phone and started to dial the number again but for some reason she just couldn't finish. Her inner lustful needs prevented her from doing so.

Liz decided to get out of the house before she went crazy thinking about what had transpired earlier on the phone so she changed into a casual outfit and drove into town. While she was driving around looking for something to do her cell phone rang. It was the spa she frequented calling to let her know they had an opening today if she wanted to come in a week earlier than her normal appointment. This was just what she needed so she agreed to take the opening and headed that direction.

After her massage and mud bath she was talking with Tracy, the girl that usually does her bikini wax and sheepishly asked her a question about grooming in that area. Tracy informed her that the current trend for younger women was to remove all of the pubic hair and leave the vagina clean and smooth.

Liz was shocked that this was what women were doing these days and asked how it was done. Tracy told her that most women just shave it themselves but there was a new thing called a Brazilian that was becoming more and more popular. Liz hesitantly asked what all was involved with that and if they did it there. Tracy told her the steps that were involved and yes they did in fact offer that as one of their packages. With some coaxing from Tracy and a little prodding she finally agreed to try it.

Liz followed her instructions and removed her pants and panties. She climbed up on the sheet-covered table and allowed Tracy to shave her pubic hairs with a set of clippers that were designed to cut as close to the skin as possible. Next she watched as she started to apply the wax and cloth to remove the stubble from her mound. It was a little painful but Liz bit her lip and continued on like a trooper. After the area above her clit was stripped of all of the hair that once covered her womanhood Tracy proceeded to remove all of the hair next to her vagina and the crease of her thighs. This was a little more painful due to the fact that the skin there was more sensitive.

Once complete Tracy told Liz to roll over onto her stomach. Liz was slightly confused by this but did as she was told. Once on her stomach Tracy told her to lift up onto her knees but leave her shoulders on the table. Liz positioned herself in this fashion and realized that she was now open for anyone in the room to see all of her lower regions. Her pussy was open and in plan view and the exit, her butthole, was now on display. This position forced her ass cheeks apart and she had never felt so embarrassed in her life.

With Tracy standing just to her side even with her ass Liz felt a warm cloth wipe up and down her crack sending a shiver up her spine. Tracy told her that she was now going to apply the wax and cloth to take care of the backdoor. With a quick rip Liz felt a burn come over her ass that she couldn't believe. Why would any woman in her right mind allow this to be done, A second, then third rip and it was over. Thank god she thought because that was the most painful thing she had ever felt in her forty-five years.

Tracy told her to stay in that position for a few minutes as she rubbed a soothing antiseptic ointment all over her ass crack and pussy. This left Liz red with shame and a little disgusted, another woman touching her ass and pussy like that was more than she could comprehend.

After Liz finally was allowed to move and put her clothes back on Tracy asked her a simple question.

"Liz, why do you still wear those full bottom panties? They are so out of still, no one wears those anymore. Most women who have this done opt for thongs."

Liz replied that this was what she always wore and never thought about it. As she started to leave Tracy mentioned that she should try thongs because they were more comfortable in her mind and you don't have to worry about panty lines.

As Liz drove off feeling somewhat violated she started thinking about what Tracy said in regards to her choice of undergarment. She decided to stop by the boutique and just look at some new underwear.

The boutique had a large selection of thong underwear and Liz broke down and bought five pairs because they were on sale. She picked out three pairs of various colored cotton thongs and two silk pairs that she thought were a little too risqué for her taste but what the heck. One pair of black and one red pair, she told herself she would never actually wear them but they did match a couple of dresses she had back home.

The next day went by without much drama. Her daily routine was enough to keep her busy but she did remember to apply more of the ointment that Tracy gave her so she wouldn't develop a rash on her ass and pubic area.

Liz woke up the next morning at her normal time and started her daily schedule as if it was just any other day. When she went to her aerobics class she did try on a new pair of thong underwear and she was amazed at how free she felt and that she could get used to this. The morning drifted into the evening when she remembered that Randall, that insolent man was due to arrive for her dance lessons at six.

Liz double checked the dinning room to make sure that everything was still in order, she hadn't been in there since that night of her hedonistic breakdown that left her covered in cum and floating on an orgasmic high. She thought she could still smell the slight hint of sex in the room but it had to be her mind playing tricks on her.

Liz went up stairs to shower and find something to wear. She was going to wear what she wanted to, and told herself that she was going to tell this pompous ass off once and for all.

As she looked through her closet she tried to find an outfit but she couldn't stop looking at the dresses at the end of her closet. They just kept calling out to her and she didn't understand why she felt an urge to wear one of them. She finally went over and sifted through them looking for one that was just right. All of her favorite dresses were floor length and remembering how long some of the steps were in the last dance lesson she rationalized that they may be too long for dancing. Liz looked at the two dresses that were knee length and the black one was just not right. She hadn't worn it in over ten years. The only other dress she had was a red silk dress with an open back, form fitting and the material was very light in weight. She had never worn that dress before except in the dressing room, it still had the tag on it.

This was what she was going to have to wear, nothing else was sufficient. Liz went about putting on her makeup and found a nice necklace and earring set that looked very nice with the dress. She went to her underwear drawer and searched for a bra and panties, after a few seconds she remembered the dress had an open back and she was not able to wear a bra with it. Well that was not what she wanted to do after what happened at the last encounter but she didn't have a choice. She looked at the panties in her drawer and realized that they too were a little too cumbersome for the dress so she reluctantly picked up the pair of red silk thongs she bought the other day. Coupled with a pair of red three-inch strap heels Liz made her way downstairs to wait for Randall to arrive.

Six o'clock on the nose the doorbell rang and she knew that Randall was there her heart skipped a beat at the sound of the bell and her mind went into overdrive. She was going to tell him off the second the door opened.

Liz answered the door and before she could get a word out Randall said " Hello Elizabeth I see you have followed my instructions up to this point. We will see how well you follow instruction the rest of the evening." Liz melted inside, she couldn't respond and she forgot all of the things she had already rehearsed in her mind.

Randall walked past her innocently brushing against her arm as she stood in the doorway. By the time she closed the door he had already entered the dining room leaving her there in the entryway by herself.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts before she entered the dining room. She had to get this off her chest before she could go any further. She walked into the room finding Randall over at the stereo in the cabinet on the fall wall. She walked up behind him with her finger pointing at him ready to lash out at his arrogance.

As she came closer Randall tells her without turning around that she needs to be lighter on her feet, her heels click too much on the dance floor. Elizabeth looks down at her feet quickly without thinking and when she looks up again Randall is standing face to face with her looking deep into her eyes. His piercing glare looked down deep into her soul and he told her to release her stress and fears because on the dance floor nothing should come between the passion and fantasy that is dancing.

Elizabeth looked back into those bluish green eyes and couldn't bring herself to speak. It was if he had her in a trance and her will to resist was gone.

Randall looked her up and down and told her that her selection of attire was adequate for tonight and the lesson would start right then.

Elizabeth was finally able to find her voice but all she could do was ask what dance they were going to learn that evening. Randall responded with a half smile "the Foxtrot"

With the music playing in the background Randall went over the basic steps in the middle of the room showing what the male lead would be doing. After a few passes across the room he walked up to Elizabeth and told her that it was now her turn to move.

Randall reached down and placed his hands on her hips and spun her around facing away from him. Elizabeth felt the warm firm grip on both hips and took a shallow breath as she felt his thumbs rest just below the waistband of her silk thong. The string holding that small patch of fabric up was about an inch above his thumb and she knew that he could tell that under the hem of the dress her ass was bare.

With each step Elizabeth took she could feel the light silk fabric wisp across her bare ass and it gave her a small thrill being so free and alive. Little did she realize the front of her body was experiencing the same rush.

While Elizabeth concentrated on the steps and Randall's hands gripping her hips as her upper thigh muscles and glutes flexed with each step, she forgot that the light material holding her in allowed her breast to move freely up and down and sway each time she moved. The friction of the silk on her nipples was building into an erotic caress that would betray her arousal if she turned to face Randall.

Soon her marble sized nipples stood out hard and firm aching for a release of any kind.

She could not stop herself from becoming more and more turned on as this man controlled her every move.

Just as Elizabeth was about to lose all focus on the dance steps Randall broke his grip on her hips and told her that it was time to work on the turn steps. Elizabeth didn't quite know what he meant but she knew that if she had to face him there was no way in hell he couldn't notice her protrusions jutting off of her breast.

Randall walked around in front of Elizabeth and reached one hand down to the small of her back and held the other out for her to take. His first glance was in her eyes and all she could do was stare back into his. She was lost in the depth and color that hypnotized her each time she made eye contact.

Randall on the other hand gazed down towards the floor verbally instructing her on the foot placements and step length. He made no comment about her breast or the fact that her nipples were standing out begging to be touched. As the steps came together Randall started to speed things up so they would be on beat with the song. With each pass of the turn Elizabeth's chest would brush up against Randall's chest before they were face to face. The fact that he insisted that they repeat this move over and over did nothing but torment Elizabeth.

She was becoming unable to control her arousal. The fact that her dress was sliding over her ass caressing it oh so gently, and her breast pressing up against a man that aggravated her greatly but was more handsome than she had ever been with didn't help her situation.

After a few more practice turns Randall stepped back and went back over to the stereo. As he started the CD over he told her that it was time to put all of the steps together and dance.

Elizabeth moved with the song and followed Randall's lead as if she was floating. It surprised her at how well she was doing and started to get a little giddy with the fact that she was as graceful as she was. The movement of her body felt unencumbered and the constant brushing of her breast against Randall was giving her an erotic high.

Half way through the song Randall leaned in during one of the turns and said in her ear "Let the seduction of the dance take over, allow all of your inhibitions to fall away and ride the passion that flows through you." Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat and a flood of warmth hit her starting in her cheeks and rolled down her body, the heat that was building up inside her was about to boil over. He had done it again, he got her moist down below and she couldn't stop herself.

Just as the song was winding down and the last notes floated through the air Randall raised the hand that was in the small of her back and grabbed a handful of hair tilting her head back and kissing her as passionately as the kiss on the settee last time they danced.

Elizabeth didn't resist and welcomed the kiss. For some reason she wanted the kiss and was glad he made the first move. She quickly threw her arms around him and kissed back with a fever only a depraved lustful woman could do.

Elizabeth started tugging at Randall's shirt pulling it out of his slacks. Her eagerness to remove his shirt almost cost him a button or two but at that moment she didn't care. Once she had removed his shirt her hands roamed freely over his chest and stomach. She had to have him and the feel of his muscular body was pushing her over the edge.

While Elizabeth was busy rubbing all over Randall's chest, Randall used his free hand to reach around and unsnap the collar on Elizabeth's dress and lower the zipper at the small of her back. He knew that once the kiss was broken her dress would fall to the floor in one simple move, leaving her standing there in the string underwear she had on.

After a few seconds Randall reached up and grabbed Elizabeth by the upper arms pushing her away to break the lovers bond their lips had formed. This action allowed Elizabeth's dress to settle at her feet before she could react.

Standing there in his grip stripped down to her thong Elizabeth could only think of one thing to do. She dropped down in a squat and started to release his manhood.

As she tugged down his pants and shorts that cock as he called it popped out right in front of her face. It looked just as good as it did a week ago and now she knew just how to handle it. This time she was going to be the one standing over him as he lay there shaking from ecstasy.

Elizabeth lifted his cock up and sucked the head of it in stretching out his length until he became fully erect. She licked and sucked with aggression wanting to bring him off and show that she could take the lead in what was happening. Her hand reached up and caressed his balls weighing them as she sucked his member deeper into her mouth.

Elizabeth used her free hand at first to squeeze and massage his butt, but soon wrapped it around his wet tool stroking it with each bob of her head. Elizabeth was enjoying herself and it gave her great pride hearing Randall moan every so often.

Randall, not being oblivious to what was going on needed to reassert his control over Elizabeth before she broke the hold he had on her. Randall pushed her away with one hand and stepped back. Elizabeth looked up from her squat at him to see what was the matter. Her fear jumped back into her mind thinking she had done something wrong and inappropriate.

Randall looked down onto her face, her eyes looked back at him with a worried stare. He knew right then that he was still in control. Her appearance at that moment was a picture of a desperate horny woman who would do anything to have him pleasure her. There she was squatting in the middle of the room on red high heels with nothing on but a pair of red silk string thong panties. The moisture from her pussy had already left a dark red mark in the center of the triangle patch of cloth. There was a small string of saliva running down off her chin and her right hand was covered in spit from stroking his cock as she sucked him off. He knew right then that he could do anything he wanted to with her and he would.