The dance studio was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. I stood at the barre, stretching my legs as I prepared for my solo routine. I could feel his presence behind me before I even saw him. A shiver ran down my spine, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.
I felt his hot breath on my neck, causing my pale skin to flush and my heart to race. His huge hands rested on my waist, making me feel small and delicate in his grasp. I could feel his hard erection pressing into me as we moved in time with the music, causing me to whine softly with need.
My hair began to come undone from its tight bun, falling in a shiny red curtain down my back. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back and causing me to arch my back and press against his cock. I was wet and hot between my thighs, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my leotard.
I rubbed against his muscled abs and the length of his erection, panting with desire. He released me, leaving me flushed and wanting more. I tried to compose myself, retying my hair into a fresh bun as I walked away.
Despite my attempts to ignore him, I could still feel his presence, his heat and desire following me like a shadow. I couldn't help but touch myself as I walked, my fingers tracing the wetness between my thighs. I imagined his hands on me again, his hard cock buried deep inside me.
I couldn't help but smile at the thought, my heart racing with excitement. I couldn't wait for our next dance.
"You're looking a little flushed," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Everything alright?"
"I'm fine," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just a little warm."
"I can see that," he said, his eyes raking over my body. "You're practically glowing."
"I'm just focused," I said, trying to play it cool. "I have a routine to perfect."
"I can tell," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're practically dripping with desire."
I couldn't help but laugh. "You're one to talk," I said, gesturing to his obvious erection.
"I can't help it," he said, stepping closer to me. "You drive me wild."
"I can tell," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But we can't. Not here."
"I know," he said, his voice filled with regret. "But soon. I promise."
I couldn't wait.
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