The headmistress presented the school volunteer committee with a voucher for a local hotel's Christmas dinner dance. This was an unusual show of thanks for our efforts and we gladly accepted.
The committee consisted of Jonny our chairperson, Sam the treasurer, both in their mid to late 30s, Eleanor, Wendy, Jane, and myself Lucy. Jane and I are in our mid 30s and not much taller than 5' although Jane is slightly taller than me, the other two ladies are in their early 40s and rather large.
We selected a date we could all go and arranged to meet in the hotel bar. Sam suggested that as it was a dinner dance we should dress accordingly. I didn't want to wear one of my black evening dresses so decided upon my smart brown dress that had thin shoulder straps and was a few inches higher than my knees. Being a 38d I dare not go braless so I wore a bra with transparent shoulder straps and because my arms shoulders back and cleavage were exposed I also had a brown, thin transparent but patterned arms and shoulder wrap (like a micro thin cardigan) fastened by one button at the front. I wore dark hold-up stockings and black shoes with small stiletto heels.
Luckily the 3 girls were already there, all dressed in longer dresses than I, and I wondered if I should have perhaps wore one of my black dresses after all. Wendy shouted towards the bar where Jonny and Sam were already getting drinks. They returned with large glasses of wine for the girls and beers for themselves.
We had been allocated a table and all contributed to some more bottles of wine. The conversation, meal, and the following comedian all made for an enjoyable evening and I'm sure I wasn't the only one becoming slightly inebriated.
The dancing began after the comedian had finished and the 4 of us got onto the dance floor as the guys sat watching. We were having fun, giggling and fooling around on the dance floor like children, and then suddenly the guys joined us and we danced in a circle for a while.
We got a surprise when we went back to the table as the headmistress had appeared, and we drunkenly greeted her, which seemed to amuse her. She mentioned she wasn't going to have a drink as she was driving but that she would have a dance with each of us.
The guys took their turn first and we laughed at them dancing like little boys with the dominant headmistress. We began to mellow our feelings towards her as we agreed it was good of her to come by.
Although I didn't hide away, my turn came last and Mrs Wilkinson led me to the dance floor by hand, which I thought was a little strange as I hadn't noticed her do that to the others but then I wasn't paying attention to detail.
It became even more strange as she continued past the edge of the dance floor where she'd danced with the others and through the centre of the dancers to the other side of the dance floor, to a point where I couldn't see our table any more.
If that wasn't weird enough she then took both my hands in hers and we began dancing. Perhaps she did this with the others I thought, and carried on dancing with her.
She was mainly holding our hands away from our bodies as we gently danced to the music, slowly moving back and forth to each other without actually colliding. I noticed her eyes looking intently at mine as we moved closer, then looking down my body as we moved away.
"You look gorgeous tonight Lucy," she said.
"Oh, thank you Mrs Wilkinson," I replied.
"Call me Helen, Lucy," she replied.
"Oh, ok," I responded.
"Yes, I think this is the first time I've seen above your knees, very sexy, not like that lot over there, very plain," she went on.
"Oh th-thank you," I stuttered, not sure how to take this compliment.
She continued looking me up and down as we danced, and with an almost expressionless stare every time we moved towards each other. I could see why people, especially the children, felt intimidated by her.
"Was your meal enjoyable?" she asked.
I was relieved she'd asked another question.
"Yes, the main course was ok but they saved the best until last as the dessert was really nice," I quickly replied.
"Oh, how lovely, I also like saving the best until last," she smiled with an almost evil grin.
I was now becoming a little worried, was I mishearing things or taking them the wrong way?
"You certainly look delicious in your sexy little dress and see through shawl," she said as her eyes burned into mine.
Flustered with embarrassment and trying to laugh it off, I mindlessly blurted, "I'm sure I don't taste delicious."
In a deeper than normal voice and stopping our dance at its closest point Helen said "oh I'm suuuure you do Lucy," beginning to strangely emphasise some of her words in the way that only she can.
And then resumed our dance, saying as we moved away from each other "I'd certainly love to eat you," and then as we moved back towards each other and in an even deeper voice "if your interested."
I wanted to try to laugh, maybe she was joking, but there was no expression on her face, as she just stared at me.
The song thankfully stopped and everyone stood still for a while. I felt relief that I could now return to our table and released my hands from Helen's grip, but as the next song started Helen said "oh I love this song, please say you'll dance with me to this one?"
I wanted to quickly think of an excuse to say no, but succumbed to her dominance, thinking she must be a naturally dominant person as a headmistress.
She placed a hand on my waist and I realised it was a slow dance.
"Oh my god," I though to myself.
"Shall I lead, or shall I put my hands on yoooour shoulders," she said, with a clear indication that I should place my hands on her shoulders or take the lead.
Almost obediently I quickly placed my hands on her shoulders as she placed both her hands on my waist.
"I just looove this song, it makes me feel so romantic," she drooled.
I must have looked like a confused schoolgirl as I held onto her shoulders, but my thoughts were interrupted when she slid her hands around my back and pulled me closer to her, our breasts beginning to press against one another.
My eyes were closed in embarrassment as her cheek rested against my head.
"Mmmmm, you smell goooorgeuos Lucy," she whispered into my ear.
"I reeeeeeaaaally could eat you."
Oh my god, what is she saying, I asked myself.
Her hands were stroking my back as our breasts were pressed against each other.
"Oooh Luuuucy, you feel wooooonderful," she said, continuing to emphasise some of her words. "And I don't just mean your back," she added, causing me to cringe as I realised she was also referring to my breasts.
"Lucy, could you check my hair isn't caught in my necklace clasp?" she suddenly said, giving me an eager chance to put the thoughts of her holding me out of my mind as I embarked on my task.
Although we were still in close contact with each other I ran my fingers around her neck, tracing the necklace and confirming her hair wasn't caught in it.
"It's ok," I reported.
"Mmmmmm, how loooovely, what sensual fingertips you have Lucy, I cant explain how seeeexy that felt," Helen said, making my blushing cheeks feel as though they were now on fire.
Thankfully the music stopped and I broke free of her grasp just as her left hand slinked across my bottom and her right glanced by the side of my left breast.
"Well that was just looovely, wasn't it?" she asked as we began our walk to our table.
I smiled but was unable to speak.
Helen smiled too, but more of a victorious smile, perhaps inwardly laughing that I'd been too shocked to speak.
