To keep herself trim and active during her summer break, 18 year old Abigail enlisted in dance lessons being run at the local dance academy. The late afternoon lessons were run by Ella, an ex-professional dancer who enlisted her dance partner Sebastian to help with the practicalities of the lesson and to act as a dance partner for the students if required.
Abigail enjoyed the lessons which were held in a group of a dozen girls of similar age. None of them were particularly serious about dancing as a career, and just wanted to keep an interest going, as well as the exercise benefits. They practised a variety of styles from disco, Latin American, ballroom and ballet.
Abigail got on well with a number of the other girls and they all got on well with the instructors. Nevertheless, they were quite demanding and exacting with their standards, so all the girls really put some effort into it and tried their best.
Some of the girls took a shine to Sebastian and tried some mild flirting with him when Ella wasn't looking. He always brushed them off, seemingly uninterested in their nubile figures. Sometimes, for some of the stretches and more ambitious steps, additional help was required and Sebastian was required to hold a leg up here or keep a waist steady there. While his hands felt sensual and strong, he stayed strictly professional abd didn't give any sign that he was attracted to any of them, so Ella trusted him and they all felt safe in his presence.
That was until one particular afternoon. Abigail had found Sebastian quite a hunk with his strong, tall athletic figure, and had noticed that some of the girls had tried to gain contact with him, by "accidentally" brushing up against him or allowing a "stray" limb to touch him. He always expertly dodged them and managed to avoid any compromising positions.
Abigail did not try any of these overt attempts. Naturally quite shy, she wouldn't have dreamed of being forward and initiating anything. Nevertheless, and very uncharacteristically, she decided to test a bit for herself to see if she could entice a glimmer of interest from Sebastian. Given her recent experience, she knew in the back of her mind that it might be reckless, even dangerous, but in the context of a group, she didn't think any harm would come from it.
On this particular afternoon, she walked to the dance academy wearing jeans and a T-shirt as normal, carrying her change bag. Once there, she changed into her dancing outfit. Today Abigail had chosen her outfit to impress and emphasise her feminine charms: White with a hint of pink.
She donned a white stretched lycra top with thin shoulder straps and a pink trim. This stretched tightly over her generous bosom, keeping the full shapes of her breasts but also squeezing them in tight enough together to allow her to move without much wobble at all, but giving a nice cleavage. She wore her white frilly skirt (not quite a tutu, since it was a single layer lacking net crinoline), the one with the with the pink lace frills. This skirt had the benefit of lifting a little when she twirled.
Again, out of her normal character, she was feeling quite daring when she put on the white lace top stockings with pink lace trimmings and bows. She used pale pink garter straps to clip them to the bottom of the stretched top. This was definitely not normal dancing attire for her, but showed her lovely smooth legs off well. High-cut white lace and satin panties with pretty lace trim and bows on hips finished the hidden part of the ensemble, obviously not intended to be seen by anyone. She made a mental note to be extra careful not to twirl too fast today, just in case the skirt lifted too high, also hoping that the skirt would flop down for any stretches required.
She wore her pale pink dancing shoes and slipped a pair of pink ankle warmers over her shapely calves. She completed getting ready by tying her hair up in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy. Overall she gave an impression of innocent pink, but with a hint of naughtiness, and this combination was very sexy.
As soon as the girls had warmed up for the two-hour session, Ella announced that half way through, she needed to leave to go to an interview about a judging competition. She explained that Sebastian would supervise the remainder of the lesson, and that there were a few moves that all the girls needed to master before next week's assessments.
The first half of the session went as normal under their joint supervision. Abigail was not sure whether she imagined a little more attention from Sebastian than usual. She hoped it was her pretty in pink outfit with glimpses of lace as she moved through her paces. Perhaps there was a glimmer of acknowledgement there after all.
Presently Ella called to the group that she was leaving and left them in Sebastian's capable hands (literally, if she had only known). For the remaining hour Sebastian rotated through the group, watching each girl in turn and encouraging and suggesting improvements as he went. Now Ella was out of the way, a number of the girls flirted more openly with him.
As they eagerly vied for his attention, he tutored them first, but did not respond to their hinted advances. Abigail hung back, instead concentrating on her own moves: a ballet style routine, ending in a difficult river-dance style sequence. As the remaining hour was drawing close, Sebastian had still not got round to observing two girls, Abigail and another.
After handing out details of next week's assessments he dismissed the other girls, who scampered off to quickly change or get their lifts home, and then turned to the two remaining girls.
"Are you girls OK to hang back a little so I can go through your routines?" he asked.
Abigail nodded, knowing it was only a short walk home for her and she wasn't waiting for a lift. The other girl explained that her mother would be here to collect her in 10 minutes or so, so Sebastian concentrated on her first.
Abigail continued to go through her own routine while he attended to the other girl. The other girls had finished changing or leaving during this time. After quarter of an hour there was a horn peep and the other girl explained that it was her lift home and scampered off through the dance room door.
As she reached the external door, Sebastian called to her and went out of the dance room with the handout for next week to give to her before she left. He held the door to let her leave, then unknown to Abigail, he then locked the external door.
He came back into the dance room to a lovely sight. Sweet, innocent Abigail stood there in her white and pink dance outfit with her top stretched tightly over her full breasts, her narrow waist begging to be held and lifted, and her skirt flared out over her stockinged legs.
As he entered the room, she innocently turned away from him and bent over at the waist to remove her ankle warmers; it having become quite warm during the dance lesson. The back of her skirt lifted enough to allow Sebastian a good view up the back of her legs to her lace-topped white sheer stockings trimmed with pink. He just managed to glimpse white lace over her bottom before she straightened and swivelled back to face him, smiling coyly. Something stirred in his loins.
"Well Abigail, let's see your routine, shall we?" he said, finding the track and pressing the play button on the CD player. He observed her carefully as she pranced beautifully through the first part of the routine, enjoying especially when she turned or twirled and made her skirt lift to expose the lace tops of her stockings. He caught occasional glimpses of white lace panties as the flared skirt swayed and twirled.
Then she got into the river-dance section that involved a complicated set of leg movements while her upper body was perfectly still and her arms were straight down beside her. With her back held straight and her shoulders back, her arms were down her sides towards the back with her hands close to her bottom.
She hadn't quite mastered the steps and kept lurching a little, and her arms flew out to retain her balance. After scolding her to keep her arms still Sebastian noticed that she still almost involuntarily moved her arms out to retain her balance.
"You'll never master the balance unless you deliberately keep your arms to your sides" he told her. "Here, hold this while you repeat that section".
He handed her a relay baton which he instructed her to hold behind her in both hands to keep them still. He reset the CD and she tried the section again. During one part, she lurched slightly and before she could correct herself, had let go of the baton to put her arms out. Immediately Sebastian stopped the CD, and she stood still, head dropped, listening to the clattering as the baton skidded to a far corner of the dance room. She stood there biting her bottom lip, knowing she had disappointed him.
"Abigail, you need to keep you arms still at your sides" Sebastian scolded her. "You obviously can't do that voluntarily, so we might have to try something else."
He appeared to think for a second, then went to an equipment cupboard in the corner and came back with a holdall from which he pulled out a short length of rope and approached her.
"If you won't hold your arms still yourself, we will have to hold your arms still for you" he explained. "Turn around please."
Abigail turned to present her back to him. He sighed as he looked down her body at her pert young bottom presented to him.
"Let's try this" he said, as she demurely held her hands to the sides of her bottom and he looped some of the soft rope around both her wrists and tied them with a horizontal strand of rope connecting them. Once he had finished, he went back to the CD player. "Let's try again shall we?"
This time, with her hands roped together loosely, she could not put them out from her body, but she still needed to sway one to the side behind her back to retain her balance. Sebastian fetched another small length of rope and approached her again.
