A dance lesson becomes something more…
Elaina stomped her foot in frustration. “I just can’t get the hang of these new dance steps! No matter how hard I try I can’t feel the music, and I end up looking like a clod.”
“You could never look like a clod, hon,” Tilly cooed. “I could help you with the steps - I’m sure that once you try dancing with me, you’ll feel the beat in all the right places.”
Elaina looked doubtful - she knew Tilly was bisexual, but she had always thought of herself as straight. Still, her dance class exam was tomorrow and she needed the help. “OK, ” she said slowly. “Just take it slow, ok?”
Tilly grinned and slid in behind her. Elaina felt the more experienced woman’s hands on her hips, guiding her with the rhythm - the warm breath in her ear… she felt herself getting warmer even as her body swayed to the beat. “There, isn’t that nice?” cooed Tilly, and Elaina felt the girl’s hands slipping into her pants.. she surrendered, pulling off her top and moments later they were a tangle of arms, legs and tongues on the floor…
