I never thought of myself as a lesbian. I thought of them as butchy and unfeminine. Besides, I was into two things when I was 18. Cute guys and ballet. That would all change when our studio got a new dance teacher.
Her name was Miss Sanders. She was about 26 and had had a brief career as a professional dancer. An injury had forced her to retire early and she was now going to graduate school. She taught ballet at our studio part time to help with bills.
Unlike the older retired dance teachers, she didn't wear a skirt and just wore black tights and a black leotard. She still had the taught legs and body of a professional ballet dancer. Her upper thighs were beautifully rounded and developed and she walked with such confidence and grace when she taught class I soon found myself eagerly anticipating class. I always felt tingly and elated after class. Sometimes there was a sub that taught the same method, but I never felt the same after and couldn't figure out why.
Our class was formal and we wore dark blue leotards and light pink tights and wore our hair in buns. Some girls hated it but I had a nice body and taught legs from ballet and I loved getting into costume and I loved how the soft, stretchy nylon felt on my body. Sometimes I would get turned on by how the tights and leotards were hiked up my rear, it would give me a subtle feeling of stimulation. Sometimes after moving around I would feel a little turned on after class, but I wondered if anyone else every thought that way but otherwise, I didn't think anything about it.
Miss Sanders was very good at giving physical corrections. One day I felt her behind me adjusting my hips and her hand guided my leg into the right position. Her hand stayed there a little longer than a normal correctly and her eyes lingered on me accompanied by a gentle smile that made me feel both comfortable and excited, but I couldn't figure out why...
As spring classes were coming to an end, Miss Sanders said how much she enjoyed teaching us but she probably wouldn't' be back next year because of a schedule conflict. My heart dropped. The class cleared out most of the girls were eager to get home but lingered until everyone had left.
There are times when it seems like your body or mind just take over and that's what happened next. At first, I stood there for a few minutes and trembled. I didn't know what i was doing or why but I felt compelled to talk to her.
"Miss Sanders" I said following her to the back office and teacher changing room. She was beginning to change but stopped.
She turned and looked at me. "Yes".
I realized I didn't know what to say. I quickly thought of an excuse. "I have a question about improving my turnout over the summer". She smiled and said "give me a minute, I have to finish changing and went into a changing room. She came out again and placed her bag on the table. She was in soft black leggings and a bright, white crisp form fitting button shirt that hugged her curves and accented her breasts.
She hurried by and gently touched my shoulder."I'll be back in a minute I just forgot my phone in the studio. "
"No rush" I giddily said as she rushed off.