Don't let the fact that I just recently celebrated my 32nd birthday lead you to believe that I should be placed in the aging woman category. I am Nina Bradbury, private instructor for some of this city's foremost interpretive dancers. I chose this vocation for two reasons. Firstly, I love to perform dances where I can express myself visually to my audience, and secondly, I love to exchange sexual favors with lovely, well trained and fit women who share my dedication to dance and sex.
I am very selective when it comes to my students. They must naturally demonstrate a talent for this highly disciplined dance style, and they must also show a positive response to intimacy with another woman.
The front door chimed melodically announcing the arrival of Mona, a relatively new student with all of the prerequisites for Nina's School of Interpretive Dance. I glided over to the door and calmly opened it in spite of the fact that I was tremendously excited by her presence. Mona was a remarkably striking woman of medium height with a lean trim body and fantastic muscle tone. The light weight cape she was wearing covered the brief dancers' tights, but the ensemble actually covered very little when it came to the review of a trained eye such as mine.
"Ah, Mona," I intoned as one might expect a diva to do, "it's so good of you to come."
"Hi, Nina," she responded, "I have an appointment this morning, right?"
"Of course you do," I replied dropping most of the artistic crap. "Come on in and make yourself comfy."
When she shed her cape and tossed it on a nearby chair she stood before me in her almost transparent tights and a very skimpy bikini type outside panties.
"You look gorgeous as always," I observed with all due honesty. "Why don't you go through your warm up routine? You don't need an instructor for that now, do you?"
"Not hardly," she said smiling her lovely smile.
As she limbered up her sleek body, I sneaked over to the thermostat and set the temperature to 74°. It wouldn't take a body long to feel the effects of heat.
"Okay, Mona, let's get started."
Mona was a very talented dancer, but part of my basic instruction at this stage of training required that we go through several fundamental movements together. This was definitely one of my most enjoyable parts of the training program. As we danced our bodies remained in close contact at all times. Her firm round ass cheeks pressed against my crotch and abdomen while my hands gripped my partner just below the breasts. Then we would turn and the contact would be reversed.
Previous lessons with Mona had convinced me that she was favorably aroused by our contact, and with the studio creeping to an unseasonably warm temperature I was sure that our session today would be nothing less than provocative.
Early on in our dance routine I could sense the rising sexual excitement Mona was feeling. Her breathing became noticeably heavier, and the way she touched my body during our maneuvers was nothing short of encouraging.
"You're very graceful today, Mona," I whispered in her ear, "like a swan on a calm lake in the park."
"Than you, coach," she replied almost gasping. "I hope I don't offend you, but could you move your hand up to my breast?"
"Gladly," I responded with joy as I moved my hand to her breast. "How's that?"
"Wonderful," she sighed. "I've wanted you to become more intimate with me for weeks now. And today for some reason, your touch is really turning me on. I hope I'm not making a fool of myself."
"Of course you're not. I feel the same way about you. Let me show you." We had stopped our dance routine, and we were facing each other. I tilted her head slightly to one side, and softly pressed my lips against hers. Her response was willing and eager. Both of her hands were squeezing my buttocks gently and lovingly. I pressed my pussy against hers, and she returned the gesture.
We were both way past heavy breathing by now. We were near gasping and grunting when I broke away and shed the top of my leotards. Mona quickly leaned down and kissed both of my bared breasts. She sucked my nipples into her mouth one at a time, and vigorously massaged them until they were rock hard. When she rose from my breasts, I expertly peeled off the top of her leotards and exposed her lovely breast.
We rubbed our breasts together playfully and briefly before I pushed her back far enough to gain access to her loveliness. As I leaned forward to caress her boobs, I noticed she lifted one breast at a time giving me a better approach to her nipples. While I was busy at her breasts, we were both exploring each other's bodies with our free hands.
One thing led to another. We both stepped away from the other, and in unison removed the remainder of our dance costumes. We stood back farther and admired the female loveliness before us.
"Do you have a bedroom here at the studio?" Mona asked between gasp.
"Come with me, love." I led her through a side door that opened into my living room. "The bedroom is just through here." I said.
"Never mind," Mona panted as she gently pushed me toward the couch. I had no more than settled on the couch until she was between my legs. "I'm going to eat your pussy all the way to orgasm," she declared.
"Please do," I uttered as I used my hands to guide her mouth to my valley.
