Chapter 63
Fransen stood in the empty dance studio it was two hours before the class should begin and she wanted to dance that was her only way to feel relaxed. The dance teacher removed her clothes and walked naked into the centre of the room, she clicked the remote control and the music started. All around the sides of the studio were large full length mirrors and track started. She moved slowly to the music dropping her hips in time to the beat. The dances were classic belly dance nothing hard or flash just slow sensual dances. Fransen’s mind cleared of all her problems, the unfaithful boyfriend and the confusions around Liz.
She thought about Liz…. After their hug at the squash club and all the text messages Liz suggested they went out for a drink, that all went well and when it was time to leave they shared a cab. Fransen was dropped off first both of them were fairly drunk and before the dance teacher got out the cab she asked Liz up for coffee. She declined and said next time she would they hugged then Liz left in the cab. Now Fransen thought maybe Liz didn’t play on the first date, however before she got up stairs Liz had texted saying how much she had enjoyed the evening and would Fransen want to come over for dinner. They set a date by text and Fransen went to bed dreaming of holding Liz in her arms.
The day before the dinner date Fransen went to the salon and had her legs and bikini line waxed. On the day Wendy came over and helped her pick out something to wear. Wendy said it should show a lot but not make her look cheap or desperate. Her friend picked a blue flowing dress which showed lots of cleavage and shoes she could dance in. Liz’s apartment was near Wendy’s stop on the Metro so the two travelled together as she got off the train Wendy wished her luck with her date.
Knocking on the door holding a bottle of white wine and apple snaps Fransen was greeted by Liz. She was dressed in a tight pair of leather trousers and a loose fitting blouse which was unbuttoned quite low. Watching liz’s leather clad ass move into the living room made Fransen’s juices start to flow. Putting the bottles on the low coffee table the dance teacher held out her arms to greet Liz with the normal hug. However Liz just smiled and said she would get some glasses. After some shots and half a bottle of wine Fransen could tell Liz was wobbling and more relaxed also getting more playful. They eat the meal and finished the wine as well as the apple snaps. Fransen could really feel the effects of the alcohol and could see Liz was to. Liz was on the sofa giggling about some story Fransen had told about her last boyfriend. Sliding her shoes off Fransen swag her legs onto the seat, moving slightly she let the intoxicated Liz slightly slump against her. Before long Liz was lying in Fransen’s arms just what the teacher wanted. She took it slow stroking her arms and only moving on when Liz seemed to want more. Fransen had unbuttoned Liz’s blouse and was playing with her nipples but she was doing all the work and wanted Liz to now take the lead. Liz tried to remove Fransen’s dress however stopped just before it was all the way off. Shrugging it off then Fransen unbuttoned Liz’s leather trousers and tugged them down. The teacher hand moved up her inner thigh and made contact with Liz’s knickers. Rubbing Liz’s clit through the soft material she could tell by the moans and twitched she was enjoying herself. Fransen pulled the underwear to one side and ran her finger up and down her wet slit before parting her lips and pushing it in. Gently fingering and with little pressure on Liz’s clit she started to cum, her orgasm was small and shorter than Fransen wanted. Turning slightly and cuddled with her, Fransen wriggled slightly to give her access to her pussy but Liz didn’t move. After ten minutes when Liz still didn’t move Fransen took her hand and guided it to stroke her thigh. Fransen then moved Liz’s hand to her toned inner thigh and towards the dance teacher’s freshly waxed mound. Then as Fransen relaxed Liz’s fingers slowly made contact with her pussy lips moving up till she touched the teacher’s now hard clit. Closing her eyes she waited for the drunken Liz’s next move however it didn’t come. Liz half jumped and stumbled to her feet saying she wasn’t gay or bi just confused…. Now Fransen was confused, Liz tried to explain but it mostly didn’t make any sense. Liz ran into the bathroom, the dance teacher sat outside the door trying to explain how she felt. After getting no response from inside Fransen dressed and left. That was a week ago and she had sent her a couple of text messages asking what she could do to help, however hadn’t heard anything from Liz since.
Fransen carried on dancing it was a hard workout and her body glowed under the lights. She showered and dressed for the coming class.
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