Dance Of Desire Pt 03

As stated before, this is a story written years ago so please forgive any reference to outdated technology or slang.

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Liz woke up from her restful slumber Saturday morning around nine thirty. The first thing she noticed was how sore she was down in her lower regions. She had never felt this way before after sex and was not quite sure how to react, but even though she was sore she felt good about herself.

Liz soaked in a warm bath for about half an hour letting her body relax and allowing her pussy and back door to recover from the intrusion she enjoyed so much the night before.

After her usual breakfast and morning read she dressed to begin her Yoga exercises as she did every morning. About half way through slipping into her workout gear she had a naughty thought that made her smile in a somewhat wicked way.

Her self-confidence was running high and she felt freer than she had felt in a long time. Liz wanted to ride her desirable attitude for a little while longer and removed the clothes she just put on. She walked down stairs, grabbed her exercise mat and walked outside completely nude next to the pool in the backyard.

Liz began her yoga workout basking in the warm morning sun enjoying the freedom of her nudity out in the open. She new that no one would see her or interrupt her, Liz followed her sequence of stretches as always but stayed longer in stretches that exposed her pussy and ass.

To her, the excitement of exposure was building her self worth even more. She knew now that she was a desirable creature of great beauty and sensuality, the sun warming her skin caused her to sweat giving her a glow that made her feel good.

Around 1:00, Liz decided to go into town to the Country Club for a late lunch. She dressed in a more risqué manor than she did when she went there with her ex. A short white tennis skirt with thong panties and a halter-top without a bra was all she needed to turn heads of all of the male members and waiters that she passed. She sat near a window in the restaurant next to the clubhouse of the golf course.

The feeling of the cool leather seat on her bare ass cheeks made Liz smile with delight. Her nipples hardened as the chill rose through her body making them noticeable to everyone in the room. For the second time today she felt sexy and confident in her appearance and loved it.

While sipping a post-lunch cocktail one of Liz's former friends, Kim, walked up and commented on her new look and how great she looked. Kim asked how things were going now that she was single, and if she had any work done because there was something different about her.

Liz responded that she was doing well and the only thing new was her hairstyle. Kim mentioned that she had seen her ex about a week ago. She said he looked like he had gained about fifteen pounds; age was catching up with him. Liz laughed and commented that she hasn't felt this young in years. The thought of her ex getting fat and old gave her a small amount of joy deep inside.

As Liz was walking across the parking lot to her car one of the groundskeepers let out a catcall as she passed by. Liz blushed and turned her head hiding her face, but then she thought how wonderful it made her feel knowing a younger man found her attractive.

Liz had an impulse to flirt with the boy before she left, so she stopped in her tracks turned her head towards the group of guys sitting under the tree and flipped her skirt up flashing her tan ass cheeks at them. Each of the guys hooted and whistled and one even placed a hand over his heart and faked fainting.

Liz laughed to herself with glee while hopping into her car and drove off. She had done something that she would have never done in the past and it made her feel good.

On her drive home Liz reminisced about the night before and remembered what Randall said about not waiting so long for her next lesson. She reached for her cell phone and called the number to the dance studio to set up her next lesson. Being Saturday all she got was a machine, but she left a message about her eagerness to schedule her next appointment and her cell number for confirmation.

Around five thirty that afternoon her cell rang, it was Randall calling her back about her next lesson. Liz quickly started telling him how much she enjoyed the events of last night but was cut off by Randall before she could finish. Randall informed her that the next lesson would be Monday night at six o'clock sharp. His voice showed no sign of emotion or pleasure from the news of Liz's excitement. Before she could respond to the announcement of her next lesson Randall stated. "The attire for your next lesson has already been selected for you. It has been set aside for you to purchase at the boutique downtown."

As Liz opened her mouth to ask what he meant by those instructions she heard the phone line go dead and the call was over.

He once again had imposed his control over the situation and left her bewildered wondering what was going on. Liz by now was starting to get used to this behavior and after a few seconds closed her phone.

Her mind raced with thoughts of what Monday night may hold.

Sunday Liz called the boutique to see what the store hours were for the weekend. The message on the machine stated they're open from 2 PM to 5 PM only.

Liz made her way downtown around four, locating the boutique Randall mentioned. She had never been to this store before and was not sure what type of clothing they specialized in.

Once Liz entered the store she looked around to find the quality of the clothing was of very high standards. The fact that a boutique of this quality had escaped her regular shopping routine surprised her.

Liz walked to the counter not finding a sales associate and rang the bell next to the register. A young dark haired woman with a light brown skin tone appeared from the back room. Liz smiled as she approached reading the name on her badge "Raeka".

Raeka greeted her and welcomed her to the boutique and asked if she could be of assistance. Liz detected a slight accent in her voice and commented on how beautiful it sounded. She asked her what type of accent it was. Raeka responded that she was from the island of Ibiza off the Mediterranean coast of Spain.

After a few moments of small talk Raeka asked Liz again if there was something she could do for her. Liz told her that a friend had been by earlier and placed something on hold for her to come and try on.

Raeka asked her again what name it would be under and she responded Liz. After a few minute Raeka told her that there was nothing in the computer under that name could it be under any other name. Liz remembered Randall's insistence on her using her full name Elizabeth and told Raeka to look it up under Elizabeth.

Raeka stopped typing on the computer and looked up at her with a big grin on her face. "You're Ms. Elizabeth, Randall said you would be by soon."

Elizabeth had a worried look on her face wondering what Randall had told this lady about what had been going on between them.

Raeka reached under the counter and pulled out a small shirt box with a red ribbon tied around it. As she handed it over to Elizabeth she said, "Mr. Randall gave me specific instructions for this item. He stated that you are to try on the garment here in the store and I am suppose to check the fit to make sure that it was the proper size."

Elizabeth looked shocked at the instructions not knowing what was in the box. As Elizabeth started to untie the ribbon Raeka walked from around the counter heading for the front door. She reached down locking the door with one hand and flipped the closed sign over with the other. Elizabeth was not quite sure what to make of this but she figured that it must be close to closing time.

Elizabeth opened the box revealing a jet-black silk teddy. As she pulled it out from the box Raeka walked up behind her and mentioned that it was made of 100% Asian silk. The material was of the highest quality and that it was part of a limited edition designer collection.

Elizabeth asked where the dressing room was so she could check the fit of the teddy. She felt slightly embarrassed about the whole situation but remembered how turned on she was when she wore the silk dress Friday night.

Raeka told her that Mr. Randall gave specific instruction on the fitting and that she was not allowed to go into the dressing room to try on the garment. She was to disrobe right there in the middle of the store out in the open.

Elizabeth balked at stripping there in front of a total stranger, but Raeka said, "Mr. Randall said that you may object to these instructions. I am to inform him of your compliance. He told me to tell you that if you want the reward you must follow the instructions to the letter."

Elizabeth stood there for a minute thinking about her dilemma. She finally decided to go with the flow and just get this over with. She removed her top and pants dropping them to the floor. Reaching for the teddy, Raeka stopped her and said that she was to wear the teddy in the store the way Mr. Randall would want her to wear it at the next meeting.

Elizabeth looked her in the eyes with an angered expression and reached around behind herself unhooking the clasp on her bra. As the bra slipped off her shoulders she used one arm to cover her breast and sighed realizing that her thong panties had to come off also. She was not comfortable with doing this because only one other woman had ever seen her vagina before and that was Tracy the girl that does her bikini wax at the spa.

Elizabeth bent over at the waist hiding her breast and slipped her thong down. As she returned to a standing position she used one hand to cover her pussy and her other arm to hide her breast again.

Raeka held out the silk teddy just out of reach of Elizabeth's hands making her expose herself. Raeka looked her up and down slowly taking in Elizabeth's figure before she handed her the teddy. "I can see why Mr. Randall has gone to all of this trouble to dress you properly for your meeting. He has great taste in clothes and women."

Elizabeth snatched the garment from Raeka and slipped it on quickly, covering herself. She felt a little more at ease.

Raeka walked around her looking at the length of the teddy and told her to lift her arms up level to the floor. As she did this Elizabeth realized the teddy was much shorter in length than she had imagined.

With her arms up the teddy rose up just above her clit and left her pussy and ass completely exposed. She also noticed that the back of the teddy was open almost all the way down to her ass. The scoop in the back left about six inches of fabric to cover her rear. There was no strap that connected each side of the scoop so it was difficult to keep the shoulder straps from sliding off revealing her breast.

Elizabeth commented about the length stating she needed one size bigger. Raeka told her that according to the instruction Mr. Randall gave her this was how the teddy was suppose to fit. As Raeka finished her walk around she told Elizabeth to stand still for just a moment as she retrieved something from behind the counter. She returned with a small digital camera and started taking pictures of her in the outfit.

Elizabeth protested at being photographed but she was told that Mr. Randall wanted photo proof that she had disrobed in the middle of the store and that the length was appropriate. She had to email them to him once Elizabeth drove away from the boutique.

Elizabeth turned red-faced and muttered, "fine just ring it up and let me get out of here."

Raeka said that Mr. Randall would add it to his account and that she was free to go.

Elizabeth stepped over to where her clothes had been piled on the floor, squatting to gather them when Raeka asked what she was doing.

Elizabeth replied that she was getting her clothes and getting out of there before she had to do anything else.

Raeka informed her that according to Mr. Randall's instructions she was to leave her clothes there and drive home in just the teddy. For proof that she was compliant she had to photograph her getting into the car in the outfit and take pictures of her driving away.

Elizabeth asked how she was going to get her clothes back and Raeka told her that Mr. Randall would return them to her soon.

Elizabeth drove off in a rush to get home without anyone seeing her. As she rode down the street she felt the cold air from the AC hitting her across the chest and noticed that her nipples were jutting out hard and firm. She looked down in her lap while at the stoplight and observed her sex was exposed as she sat there. If anyone in a truck or large SUV pulled up next to her they would be able to see her shaven pussy smiling back at them.

To Elizabeth's good fortune no one noticed her in the skimpy lingerie as she drove home. The fear of being seen gave her a new sensation that she hadn't had before; it kind of felt good and free. The excitement started to turn her on, as she got closer to home. At one point she caught herself speeding up to get next to a large service truck just blocks from her home.

Elizabeth parked the car in the garage and raced into the house. Once inside she couldn't help herself as she went up stairs, she had to touch herself and release the building arousal that was heating up inside her sexual core.

Monday morning Elizabeth woke up smiling, heart filled with excitement about the events that would transpire later that day. She followed her normal morning routine but all the while she kept thinking about that day before and the rest of the day to come.

Elizabeth blushed when the images of her standing naked in the middle of the store in front of Raeka popped into her head. The thought of exposing herself to a total stranger just because Randall instructed her to was far from her normal behavior. Hell, the fact that she masturbated last night when she got home thinking about someone seeing her in the car half naked was outside of the box behavior in her world.

Elizabeth floated on air most of the morning with a youthful glee anticipating the dance lesson with Randall.

After an hours nap, so she was refreshed for the evening, Elizabeth went upstairs around 4:30 to prepare for Randall's arrival at six.

A luxurious bath and adequate time for personal grooming occupied most of Elizabeth's time. She found the smooth hairless appearance of her Brazilian waxing to be highly pleasurable and wanted to maintain the new look she had donned this last week.

Elizabeth slipped on the black teddy and selected a pair of black heels to match. She quickly checked her make up before going down stairs as six o'clock approached.

The doorbell rang as the clock struck six. She raced to the door and opened it wide with a vigor that announced that she was excited to see Randall.

Standing there at the door was Randall wearing a black silk shirt and black pants. His demeanor was of indifference at her appearance. In one hand he held his usual briefcase and in the other a small box tied shut with a red ribbon. Elizabeth assumed that this box held her clothes from the day before.

Randall walked past her without comment and headed down the hall to the dining room as before. Elizabeth turned, watching him as she shut the door.

Just before the door closed fully she felt it stop. She turned quickly to see another man standing there halfway in the threshold. She gasped aloud not knowing who this stranger was and attempted to hide herself behind the door.

Before Elizabeth could mutter a word Randall entered the hallway and told her that Adriano had accompanied him tonight to help with the lesson.

Elizabeth looked at Randall with shock and fear in her eyes not knowing what he expected from her. Why had Randall dressed her so scantily for this lesson? Had he tired of her, are these lessons now just business? Thoughts raced through her head at lightning speed leaving a twisted knot in her stomach.

Elizabeth sheepishly greeted Adriano and released the pressure on the door that kept him out of the house.

Adriano smiled at her as he walked by and ventured into the dining room without words.

Elizabeth followed both men into the room slowly trying not to give away her anxiety about this new situation.

As she entered the room she saw Randall at the cabinet readying the stereo and Adriano sitting on the settee quietly watching both of them.

Randall turned around and began the conversation by telling her that the dance selected for the lesson was the Bolero. He explained that the Bolero was a slower more seductive version of the Rumba. Adriano was there to assist with the lesson because Randall would need to see her steps from a distance to make sure she moved the proper way.

As Randall continued he properly introduced Elizabeth and Adriano. He informed her that Adriano was from Brazil and spoke very little English but he was an excellent dance partner very accustomed to the dance in question.

Elizabeth nervously looked over at Adriano sitting there on the settee and noticed that he was handsomely built, in his mid twenties, and his complexion was dark. Adriano was of African descent but a native of Brazil. Elizabeth was not a racist at heart but felt uneasy about dancing with a man of his color. She knew a few African Americans through her social circles but had never imagined being semi-dressed in their company. This truly was a first for her, leaving her timid and speechless.

Randall quickly moved into the steps she would perform in the dance.

Elizabeth's concentration was divided between watching Randall and thinking about the possibility she might be forced to have sex with the stranger sitting just feet away from her.

Randall finished with the steps and instructed her to show him the moves as best she could.

Elizabeth started moving with clumsy steps leaving Randall agitated at her inept attempt to reproduce the dance.

Randall stopped her and sternly informed her that her movements were those of an awkward giraffe circling on ice.

Elizabeth took great offense to this comment and demanded he show her the steps again. She told him that a professional instructor would be more forgiving in his words to a novice.

Randall quickly went through the steps, this time making sure he kept her attention focused on him the entire time. His introduction of a new member to the lesson had worked just as planned. He intended to cause Elizabeth discomfort tonight and wanted to stir her anger and emotions to the point of resentment.

Elizabeth mimicked the steps with improved accuracy. Her long drop steps were just the right length and her hip hikes during the turns proved to be just what Randall had intended. Elizabeth was so consumed with her emotions and focus on showing Randall that she could move gracefully she didn't notice the exhibition she was putting on for Adriano.

The teddy she was wearing rose up above her crotch with each step and as she hiked her hip it revealed a tan cheek with each pass.

Once Elizabeth completed her steps she looked to Randall for approval. His expression didn't show much. It was as if he lost all interest in her.

Elizabeth did notice that Adriano was pleased with her movements, she could tell by the smile on his face. Elizabeth didn't know that Adriano's smile was from the free peep show he had just witnessed. His interest was growing more with each flash of tanned skin as the lesson went on.

Randall finally spoke up telling her that the steps should be repeated again this time move to the center of the floor so he could have a better look at her movements.

As the music started over Elizabeth moved to the center of the room and began stepping out the dance without a partner. Now she focused more on her movements and less on Randall. With each step of the dance Elizabeth became more aware of the length of the teddy she was made to wear. She felt the hem slide up over her butt with the hip hike and realized that the fabric was not enough to cover her sex as she took the drop step. Each step no matter which direction she went exposed her ass and pussy to the men in the room.