(Author's note: This story is part of a series I plan on working on involving stories inspired by porn performers. You can consider "Service Call" from last year the first one; this one is inspired by Lyla Everwettt.)
Private Dance Lessons
My phone buzzed. I had an incoming text message. It was from my friend Matt:
Sry. Cant make it. Strep throat. Catch ya in a few days.
“Oh, are you shitting me?” I groaned. It was my worst nightmare come true.
Matt, somehow, had talked me in to signing up for dancing lessons. He assured me it was a great place to meet women. Not that he had trouble meeting women on his own; he was tall with movie star good looks.
I was always cast in the role of his wingman; bearded, overweight person of color to the blonde conquering hero. It was my lot in life. He was a great friend, don’t get me wrong; always there for me when I needed him and I’d known him since college.
But his getting sick left me stuck in a class that I didn’t want to be in doing something that I didn’t have the ability to do well: Dance.
I found myself in a familiar position in the studio where class was as I slipped my phone back into my pocket: hugging the wall. Alone.
The co-instructors for the class, a delightful, vivacious elderly couple in their 60s, welcomed us to the lesson today. The wife said, “We will focus on two dances today—the waltz and the tango. It looks like we have an equal number of men and women, so everyone find a partner.”
I looked around the room, trying to find someone who might take pity on me. And then I saw her across the room. A pale skinned BBW. Her shoulder length brown hair was highlighted with strips of purple and blue and done up in pigtails. She wore tortoise shell glasses, a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt that showed off her amazing chest, and a pair of jeans that accentuated an absolutely amazing booty. Our eyes locked from across the room and she smiled at me, revealing two dimples that caused my knees to get weak.
I somehow found the courage to walk up to her. She had big, light brown eyes behind the glasses. My knees got weaker but I managed to clear my throat and say, “Hi.”
“Hi,” she said as she giggled.
“I’m Ryan,” I said, offering my hand for her to shake.
“I’m Lyla” she said, taking my hand and shaking it.
“I guess we’re partners for tonight,” I said, grinning. She smiled and giggled. “Guess so.”
The lilt of her voice was seductive. Seriously, this girl was turning me on in a way I wasn’t used to.
We turned to the front to watch the instructors for the class demonstrate the proper way to waltz. As a class, we then tried to replicate their actions without a partner.
“Okay, let’s put it all together. Gentleman, face your partners. Left hand up.”
We took each other’s hands and managed to not step on each other’s toes. We were both a little shy, but I felt that there was a bit of a spark between us. I could have just been imagining things.
We stumbled and fumbled through the waltz, laughing at ourselves and trying to have fun. I apologized several times for stepping on her toes. Fortunately, she was wearing Chuck Taylors.
We took a quick water break about halfway through the class before we started to learn the tango. When Lyla bent over to get her water bottle out of her purse, I found myself just staring at her ass. I was mesmerized and found myself dreaming about what it looked like out of the jeans.
She must have felt me staring at her because she turned around quickly. I was busted. I felt myself starting to blush. She was eyeing me. Not angrily, mind you; to be honest, I wasn’t sure what she was thinking. She probably just wanted to get through the class and away from me as soon as possible.
“Sorry,” I muttered as we stood side by side to watch our instructors demonstrate the tango.
Lyla tapped me on the shoulder. I leaned over to hear her better. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed. I didn’t mind you looking. At all,” And she then raked the nails on her left hand across the small of my back. I nearly hit the floor from the sensation.
As a class, we all started to tango. I don’t know if it was the music, or because it is a dance of seduction, but as I looked into Lyla’s eyes, something seemed different. There was a twinkle in her eyes, but there was what looked like a hint of lust.
No. I had to be my imagination. I was projecting again. Right?
We got to the part of the dance where the guy dips his partner. Slowly and carefully I slid back and eased Lyla towards the floor. I managed to support her weight successfully and I brought her back up to meet me. Our eyes locked and I kissed her quickly on the lips. Several of the people in class were staring at us.
“I...I...I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I don’t know what came over me.”
I dropped her hands and ran out of the room. Well, that was a complete disaster.
I made a beeline for the elevator and pressed the button to call the elevator up. My entire body felt flushed. I felt like the biggest moron in the world. The elevator couldn’t come fast enough so I could get out of the building and never look back. I pulled out my phone and started to text Matt when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.
I turned around. It was Lyla. She was looking at me with a concerned look on her face.
I started to open my mouth to apologize when she reached up and kissed me on the lips. Hard. At least, at first. I kissed her back, our lips parting slightly and our tongues lightly brushing each other.
I pulled away from her. She was biting her lower lip as she ran a hand over my crotch. “I live just around the corner from here,” she said with a smile. Those dimples had me hooked. I just nodded, as I was suffering from a severe lack of bloodflow to my brain.
I grabbed her hand and led her into the waiting elevator. As the doors closed I pushed her up against the wall and we started making out fast and furious, hands rubbing all over each other.
We held hands and briskly walked down the street to her apartment. When we got there, the door had barely closed behind us before we resumed pawing at each other. She led me down the hall to her bedroom.
Lyla and I fell onto her king size bed, making out like two teenagers on prom night. We were both fumbling with our clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as possible. I stripped down and helped her take her jeans and panties off.
Her pussy was shaved and wet. I slid in between her legs immediately, inhaling her scent as my tongue started to lick her slick pussy lips. She started moaning immediately, and I knew I was on the right track. My tongue went to town; eating pussy was one of my favorite things to do, and Lyla was learning that as I licked her pussy and clit like I was starving to death.
She reached down and put her hands on my head, trying to force my face and tongue deep inside of her. She started to move her hips up and down, grinding on my face. She was getting wetter and wetter. I slid two fingers inside of her and was rewarded with her starting to squirt. She tasted amazing, and I wanted more, so I continued to finger fuck her and lick her until she tapped on my back and on the mattress.
I slid up her body so she could taste her juices on my face. She giggled and sighed as I kissed her tummy and sucked on her nipples on the way to her mouth. We french kissed for a bit and then she slid out from under me.
“Your turn,” she said as she knelt on the side of the bed, while I flipped onto my back. She grapsed my fully hard dick now. I’m slightly above average; about seven and half inches but a decent thickness. I’ve never had any complaints.
Lyla stroked me with one hand while she ran her fingernails up the length of the shaft. I shudder in anticipation. She dove onto my dick, taking me all the way down her throat. I gasped in surprise as she swallowed me.
She was a skilled fellatrix, using just the right amount of spit, suction and timing to bring be close to the edge and back again and again. My toes curled several times as I almost came. I played with her lovely tits as she was giving me the blowjob of my life.
Lyla stopped the blowjob and started jerking me off. She slid up my chest to kiss me before she leaned back and took my dick inside her pussy. She closed her eyes and grabbed her massive tits as I put my hands around her hips.
She started to bounce on my dick. She felt so tight it was amazing, and the sight of this beautiful, white BBW bouncing on my dick had me in heaven. Lyla’s eyes were closed as she impaled herself on me time and again.
We didn’t really talk much at this point, communicating with basic grunts. We were lost in the throes of passion, doing our own dance on her bed.
She climbed off of me and got on the bed face down ass up. I wasted no time in entering her pussy from behind. I reached out and grabbed her pigtails in my hands. She moaned as she felt me grab them, and I knew I was on the right track. I put both pigtails in my left hand like a set of reins and used my right hand to smack her beautiful, bounteous ass.
“Oh yeah, baby. Take that pussy. Take it!” she shouted. “I need more! Please!”
I picked up the pace as I felt her start to squirt again. The doggystyle was getting to her for sure, and it was getting to me, too. As I fucked her harder, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m...gonna...cum!” I shouted as Lyla slammed back and ground on my dick. I could feel her pussy clamp down on me as I shot my load deep into her pussy.
I pulled out and laid back down on my back. Lyla flipped over and snuggled up against me. I gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“I think we should just have our own private dance lessons from now on,” she said.
I laughed. “Deal.”
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