In many ways, the whole thing began many years ago when Lizzie was just another dance student, learning the beautiful art of the female body. She had always been obsessed with movement and her athleticism made that easy.
Like some students, she was enamored with her Instructor. Lizzie had a rough upbringing, so even in her early 20's, she viewed this Instructor as the motherly figure she never had.
This woman was gorgeous too, in her own mature way. Lizzie found herself drawn to that. She grew up poor, and was attracted to the natural grace and elegance that this older woman possessed.
They immediately bonded through a few talks after classes. In very little time, the Instructor took Lizzie under her wing, teaching her how to become a feminine beauty in her own right.
It was a trait which Lizzie wholly embraced.
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Now, as she had become the adult she always wanted to be, Lizzie took a break from the dance class. A towel was wrapped around her neck and there was sweat all over her face.
She was a teacher now at a prominent California dance academy. A choreographer for plays and performances. A mentor to girls and women. She was living her dream and it was hard work, which she loved.
After she refreshed herself and dressed for another session, there would come the compliments from her students. Gone was the street girl. They never would have known. Lizzie was reborn as a woman of grace, who worked extremely hard for the dance world.
Her next job for the day was for a private one-on-one session. It was for a woman who had some dance experience and was looking to hone her skills once again. They exchanged correspondence by email for the past few weeks.
Lizzie entered the small dance studio and saw the woman waiting there, dressed in tight spandex and a thin loose sweater.
By her estimation, this woman must have been in her late 40's with a few grey streaks and laugh lines which were proudly displayed. Clearly she had taken care of herself all these years with a healthy diet, moderate exercise, and a skincare routine which Lizzie needed to ask about later. This client was a true mature beauty who held herself with class and high-esteem.
"You're early! I'm Lizzie."
"Marchent."
Both of them smiled and extended their hands as they approached each other. As they shook hands, there was a spark of attraction and they knew it was going to be a wonderful relationship.
"So, ballroom dancing, correct?"
Marchent politely nodded. "Correct. Ballroom dance. I wanted someone who also teaches ballet because I used to do ballet in my youth."
"In other words, we speak the same language of dance," Lizzie smiled.
"Exactly. Plus I want to refine my body in a way that only ballet can provide."
"It's a beautiful form. Is there anything else I should know before we begin our first session?"
"Please take it easy on me," Marchent blushed. "I take good care of myself, but I'm not the woman I once was."
"Are you kidding? I'd kill to look like you at your age. You have to share your secrets with me."
"In due time, my dear," Marchent said with mild flirtation.
They began with ballet warm ups and stretches to loosen up. Lizzie took things slow, and was pleased to see that Marchent was still flexible and in great shape.
Then Lizzie played classical music which she had cued up for them to dance. And dance they did. Marchent was good at this, leaving Lizzie to wonder if these lessons were even necessary.
They held each other close in proper position and locked eyes while they danced, with Lizzie giving pointers along the way. Basic movements; back and forth, side to side.
After an hour, their session ended and they gave each other a playful high-five.
"You move well," Lizzie pointed out. "For our next few sessions, we'll work on sharpening your dance techniques."
They sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall, sipping from their water bottles.
"Thanks. That's what I was hoping to hear. I have a month to dance like a pro again. Well, not literally, but I certainly don't want to make a fool of myself."
"Oh?" Lizzie remarked. "Anything interesting?"
Marchent smiled. "It's a Ball, obviously. I'm being honored there."
"Wow, good for you."
"I know, right? How did I get so lucky in life?"
"May I ask what you're being honored for?" Lizzie inquired.
Marchent flashed a slightly mischievous, yet proud look. "When I was a young woman, fresh from graduating college, I formed a small business with a few friends. It focused on the arts; dance stage acting, modeling, and so forth. Since then it's evolved in ways I could never have imagined. Think of it as an empowerment group."
"Sounds awesome. I love the concept."
"Exactly, and we have some rather unorthodox techniques, but they work! Over the years, we've helped countless women come out of their shells and embrace their identities."
"You definitely deserve to be honored for that, if that's the case."
Marchent gave a modest shrug. "You're quite the young teacher yourself. I've peeked into some of your classes. The students really respect you. That's a wonderful quality. You're blessed."
Ah, the praise Lizzie had always craved, coming from such a respectable woman like Marchent of all people. It filled her with pride and made her blush.
"I try my best."
"You have wonderful attributes," Marchent said, finishing off her water bottle. "You're the type of person I'd recruit in my younger days."
"That's very kind. What do you do now?"
"This and that. I've taken a backseat role with my businesses, so I'm mostly an advisor when it comes to work. I do a lot of charity work, different causes. I enjoy giving back."
Lizzie smiled, "Sounds like you're more blessed than I am."
"Is that so?" Marchent smiled in return. "Maybe I am. But I've always made smart decisions in life, and I've always risen above challenges that have come my way. That's the philosophy I always try to instill in others."
That was it. Lizzie was officially enamored with this graceful woman.
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Years ago, when Lizzie was still in her dance troupe, she used to be the shy one in the dressing room. While the other girls threw their tops off, getting naked without a hint of shame, she would quickly cover herself and face the locker.
That was just how she was at the time; a guarded person.
It wasn't until her Instructor shared the same locker area that things changed. It happened when they were all involved in the same performance and the Instructor had a small dance part.
Coincidentally the Instructor's locker was right next to hers. Without a second thought, the Instructor removed her clothes and faced the young Lizzie, while leaning confidently against the locker.
"You've got to stop being so uptight," the naked Instructor said. "You're stunning. So act like it. Show it off. You know the other girls will be jealous of your tits, right? That is, if they ever saw them."
The young Lizzie faced her fear and looked her Instructor straight in the eyes. Without showing any hint of emotion, she reached back to unclasp her bra, showing off those precious little breasts of hers. Her small pink nipples instantly turned hard.
Naturally, the Instructor smiled, and young Lizzie kept her shoulders broad.
"Just as I suspected," the Instructor praised. "A quality package with lovely tits. Dance the way you look and feel, and you'll be going places."
"Thank you."
Lizzie's voice nearly squeaked. She mustered all her false confidence as her Instructor so brazenly looked over her breasts, noticing her nipples harden further. Then tension left when the Instructor went back to getting dressed.
