The class had just ended and she was covered in sweat. Once again it was a good class, she knew if she kept this up, she would regain the figure she had slowly let slip away from too many quick lunches, bad dinners and an ever-slowing metabolism. She tried the gym but it bored her to lift weights or run endlessly on a treadmill like a hamster in a cage.
So the African Dance class became her solution and unlike most of the women in the class she gave it her all. She performed every movement, every routine with energy and enthusiasm that shocked the instructors. What they did not know is that it made her horny as hell dancing in the class. The rhythms, the gyrations, the sheer sensuality of the dances were turning her on. Right after every class she would rush home to her shower and masturbate until she came so hard she often would lose her footing in the shower.
She was packing her bag after class for her anticipated shower, when one of the instructors approached her.
"May I speak to you for a minute?" he asked her.
"Sure," she said, "what is it?"
"Well, I don't have to tell you that you are my best female student in this class," he paused, "normally in this kind of class we just are doing very basic movements, more for fitness than choreography and technique but you have such a naturalness with the movements that I would like to show you a few advanced movements and steps that I am sure will enhance your experience."
She was awestruck that he felt that way about her dancing, he had not said much to her at all during any of the classes and he seem to barely look at her. But she sure as hell looked at him. He was tall and muscular without being musclebound, he had a lean, lithe frame and he wore his hair in the obligatory dreads pulled back with a leather tie.
"Sure," she said, "we can start next week."
"I would like to start this evening, if you are not too tired," he said.
Tired she thought, no, I just finished a three-hour African dance class, while you stood around looking gorgeous. But she said, "No, I am not tired, ok lets start."
The room was empty now and the drummers that usually accompanied the class had also left. He walked over to a CD player and put on some different music, much more aggressive and hard driving than what they listened to in class.
He walked over and said, "Watch me."
He performed a very complicated series of moves that went perfectly with the music and that showed his skill as a flawless dancer. He stopped and looked her, "Got it?"
She looked puzzled and then clumsily attempted the step. She was embarrassed when she finished off beat and out of rhythm with the music. He could see she was dejected and said, "that was very good for the first time, many dancer with years of experience would not have gotten as far as you just did", he moved over to her and put his arm on her shoulder.
