Warning: Adult Content! (Brief descriptions of sexual explicit encounters)
A 3,000 word erotic short story of a lawyer reminiscing about his encounter with a beautiful forty year-old woman teaching him ballet when he was a much younger man of eighteen years.
Apparently she performed in New York as a professional ballet dancer and is well known in the dancing community. There she is teaching ballet to young women: stretching, twirling and snapping into brilliant poses for the class to emulate. Her long slender legs glide and pounce briskfully into the air as her little hands sway like a lily pedal caught up in a breeze. Her tiny waist delicate like the stem of a flower; every rib pronounced and glorious in every twist and even the tiniest of muscle contractions is a sculpture in motion rippling through every inch of her body, commanding poses with utter mastery. The very sight of her beauty began to enrage my young sexuality with eye popping, nostril flaring lust seeming to split my very bones from my soul; I agonized for the day to end so I may sleep and see her along my morning walks to the bus stop. "I must speak to her! I must be with her!" these thoughts trumping my good senses and replaying over-and-over in my eighteen year-old head till sleepy delirium.
For weeks it was the some routine; polite smile exchanges with no pauses are verbal salutations; just little me smiling and shuffling off like a little mouse with a book bag full of Plato's ramblings and Algebraic headaches. While on the bus, I'd often stare out the window watching the buildings zipping by while day dreaming of her; I couldn't get her out of my mind; her bright hazel eyes burning a hole in me with simple little smiles. These dreams became fantastic day dreams only an eighteen year-old can have. Day dreams of all the sexual passions nature provides to young men in double dose portion; but void of the bitterness and vulgarity brought by troubled years and a broken heart. It's only during youth and very brief, when innocents and lust occupies the same place in an unknowing heart; but all too soon the boyish glance to sneak-a-peek is replaced with a man’s predatory gaze. I was still unknowing. I'd become frantic with the thought of her; her image haunting my mind's eye just before sleep; between sleep and wakefulness, visions of her lips, glowing hair and silver eyes would blur and form like liquid patterns in the most erotic sort.
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Published November 28, 2010
by Diogenes & Satire (sexy erotic stories for men).
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.