Dancing After Dar

New in town, Eddie has reached a point in his career where he wants to slow down. His friends all have families. Kids birthdays, Weddings and anniversaries, he wants the dream. Always exploring the culture and activities in the various cities he's lived, he's late to the dance class he signed up for at the community center.

Stella, has been a dance instructor for a few months. Trying to reignite what used to be her passion. She performed in multiple disciplines. Ballet, Tap and Jazz. Her Mother Belly danced, introducing her to performance art as a child. That was a long time ago. Marriage and children took center stage. Taking a few classes was a way to get herself back. Her individual freedom. Something many often oftentimes deemphasize.

Dancing does not come easy to him. Eddie struggles with the technique, but moreover, doesn't enjoy the spotlight, even in things he excels at. It's a mental flaw. Performing in an arena completely foreign is just what he needs to do. Getting out of his comfort zone has been suggested, most importantly, by his therapist. Extremely difficult, but Stella has a way about her that makes it fun.

She has an ease to go with her allure. Of course she is unmistakably attractive, but her hip movement and posture are tactile.

Eddie slowly realized,his eagerness to learn her craft, was more about his innocent crush than getting out of his comfort zone.

He thinks about her in ways that are new and exciting. Never having enough time for a real relationship, Stella's charisma and sultry eyes hypnotic to him, she is an obsession in dreams. Wondering at night, forgetting about the impossibility of realizing it, he yearns for her mouth. Dreams of passionate kisses from the dance floor. He objectifies her curves at night. Pleasing him. Advancing his desire, to romance in his head, the feeling of her skin on his. The dreams increased. The intensity for her, going further than the dance floor, undeniable.

Eddie's tardiness concerns her. She's developed a bond with Him. Her satisfaction from falling in love with dancing not withstanding, her eagerness to have him hold her thrilling. So much so, she directs the class to working with their partners on an upbeat routine. Her fingers firmly crossed, while looking at the door intently, He arrives to her delight and immediate relief.

She's happy to introduce the new routine. Even happier to both, that he's the only student that doesn't have a partner. She will have to be his. Unbeknownst to her, Stella has been his muse since the beginning. He has seduced her to fulfillment in his dreams. The initial admiration for her complexity and intelligence, replaced with obsession of her body. The truth in him, completely about her, has nothing to do with what she looks like. She is a Goddess. Held in the highest of form. He has to create the moment. He must not leave without the expression. It's an awakening to be authentic. Opportunity, fancied or real, can never be without expression. His hands sweat.

The 45 minutes they had together proved he still struggled with the new concepts. The class, retreating to their jackets and goodbyes until next week, Stella and Eddie left disappointed time has ended. He expressed his contrition for not being on time. This a special moment in an otherwise mundane week. She offers to stay longer to work together if it pleases him.

Of course this does. He's immeasurably happier. They're alone. The moment that an obsession fulfilled? His heart pounds.

His hand on her hip, anticipating the beginning of the song, Stella closes her eyes. Feeling is heart beating rapidly, his left to her cheek. With synchronicity, the music and his gentle kiss to crook of her neck. Stella caresses his hair knowingly. There's no objection from their partnership of performance. It's natural and fluid. With more passion, their eyes meet. No long awaited pause. Continuing their deep connection, they kiss at last. Softly, their mouths open to explore. Hands to each other's heads, Eddie grips her hair with slight force. Her hard breath in his mouth approving, he tilts her head. Choreographed steps finds her back against the wall length mirror of the room. He can't help but notice how easy it is to admire her entirely.

His eyes can't focus as quickly as his mind directs him. Stella's direction is the only thing that matters. She's the teacher. Being her student, his deference to her desire is very natural. He doesn't need to be told. They are harmonious. Her arms around his shoulders, the invitation to her tricot spandex top, is clear. Eddie is able to appreciate her arms removed from her top. Her shapely breasts revealed. Kissing her areola, both nipples pierce. His tongue makes them wet enough when touched by his fingers, they slide and excite naturally.

She moans impressively passionate, Heating her tight spandex middle. Hand returns to her neck, she guides him to her throat. His hand affirms her lust for it. A gentle squeeze, he has to hold her to continue to kiss her tits. She's weak. Her deference to him makes her wet with anticipation.

Eddie knows he's gained her confidence. That he will give her the pleasure she's thought by him during many a morning shower. His fingers caressing her steaming cunt, he slowly wiggles her tights just below her curves. So desperate to see what was only in his wildest dreams, he returns to her pleasure. There's no bit of time that comes before her pleasure. Soaking wet and moaning more intensely, He continuously fingers her. His grip firmly on her throat, he worships her pussy with his fingers. The dance bar lends support to her weakness. Control to what his next moves will be.

He carefully moves to replace his fingers with his mouth. Bending, he removes her pants. This is the moment that the beginning of his dream is reality. His mouth waters as he looks over every inch of her. The front of her, centered. The mirrored image of her, just his purview. His excitement,undeniably mistaken for nerves, she pushes him to his knees. Spreading her legs, grabbing his head firmly, his mouth knows how to express his deep lust and willingness. Teasing kisses and excited passion, he zeroes in on her hard clit. She's eager. Slippery without, he tastes her lovingly. His tongue penetrates her. Hand between her ass. Wet by her, teases her ass, licking her clit. Her belly dance performance on his tongue, his face is the wettest. The attention to her clit makes moans. Deep and powerful, her hips move with tempo. Her thighs tremble. She begins to pull tighter on his hair. Her orgasm is immeasurably intense as he fingers her ass. Awaiting her reward for his efforts, she cums into his mouth. Sucking hard on her clit, articulated tongue, he's hard as granite.

Eddie only wants her. He only wants Stella to admire. He wants her pleasure. Denying her what is the most likely, he turns her. Stella's grip on the bar is the unspoken invitation to thrust into her as hard and as deep as he wants. His thin pants and underwear are soaked by throbs of his cock. He feels wetter because he is perfectly smooth. Removed to perform, he can't help her scent on his beard. An otherworldly arousing element, he's careful. He wants to fuck her deeply. He wants to last. Her to cum on him. Their orgasm synchronized. He's careful. Between her, he watches her face. Stella's eyes and mouth are the music to his new dance. They're aligned so perfectly. He needs to see her face, but can't help to look at her rippling with every hard pounding thrust. His hand on her throat once more, hair gripped tightly. Pounding Stella to shudder. Their orgasm slightly behind one another, allows Eddie to fuck her continuously through her's. It builds to a burst. Screaming her name into oblivion.

They have formed a partnership in fantasy. They've sparked desire for the art and expression. They lust for next week.