The Belly Dancer

I was shocked. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. He’d scare the shit out of me, almost bkissed me. Which, oddly enough, had left me wishing he had? This worried me. I couldn’t focus the rest of the day. Though Armando hadn’t staid through my practice session he didn’t show up at the lesson and my ladies were ecstatic.
As for me, I couldn’t look at the corner where he had almost kissed me that morning without losing my place in the choreography.


The next morning he sat his chair in the back of the room. Neither of them spoke to the other. She found the way his dark eyes followed every movement of her hips both scary and electrifying. When she was packing up he walked out pausing at the door. “Please take back your resignation from Jason Zo.” He left without waiting for an answer.

The situation continued with little change for the next week and a half. He would say nothing to her but to ask her right before he left to take back her resignation. Meanwhile, Zola found herself dreaming about large muscular men with tattoos that looked strangely like Armando. She’d wake up, turned on and confused. Wasn’t she supposed to be scared of him?
She found herself considering what he would think of what she practiced in. Her outfits seemed to be devolving from modest to tempting.

I was a little early and I caught her tying a hip scarf over a very small pair of spandex shorts. I gulped a little and shifted my gym bag onto my lap as I sat down. As painful as that would be it was better than the alternative. I’d long given up on the compression underwear. They were just too agonizing.
Just like I’d figured I was in for a very pleasurable sight that would fuel my fantasies that night but it came at a price. How I was supposed to walk out of the room without a limp… I wasn’t sure.
I’d fallen into the routine of asking her to rescind her resignation but today was her last chance before Jason would have to process her paperwork. Jason had literally begged me to find a way to keep her to stay. I’d have to find a way to start a decent conversation with her. Something I’d agonized over how to do for the past couple days.
She was finishing up and starting her cool down. I knew she expected me to leave. She kept glancing my way and then at the clock. I was staying past the normal time.
I couldn’t figure out a way to talk to her so I tried what I‘d done before, be blunt. She looked up when I stopped in front of her.
“Yes?”
“Why haven’t you rescinded your resignation?”
“Maybe I don’t like working here?”
“That is a lie. You love teaching your class.”
“Maybe I don’t like being watched every morning?”
“Also a lie. You enjoy testing my control.” I could tell by the way her face twitched that I’d hit it on the nail.
“I don’t know… I just…” She didn’t go on.
“Let me put it this way.” I said. “What can I do to make you stay?” The tables had turned and it was her turn to name her price.
“I..” She blushed. “ I want you to kiss me.” She whispered.
I thought I’d misheard her. She wanted me to kiss her. God yes, I had her permission now. The gym bag I had been holding in front of me dropped to the floor.
I growled low in my throat, stalking towards her until she was pressed between my body and the mirrors.
My focus was on her parted lips but I didn’t miss her wide eyes and shallow breaths. She was turned on. I hovered over her lips for a couple seconds, enjoying the moment, her hair on my face and her sweet smell. When I did kiss her it was soft, her lips were smooth and pliable under mine. She let me control it. I fisted my hands on the mirror. My tongue darted out to taste her lips and to my surprise they parted instantly. I groaned this was better than the many wet dreams I’d had of kissing her. Fisting my hands in her long hair, I pulled her deeper into the kiss. She melted against my body willingly. I’m sure she could feel my throbbing erection pressing against her bare belly through my gym shorts.
When our lips parted we were both gasping. Her pupils were blown wide and her eyes the clearest deepest blue I’d ever seen them. I can’t say I was in much better shape myself. I didn’t want to let my hands drop from where they’d settled on her bare waist. My thumbs traced circles on her soft skin. Her breathing hitched. I needed to get out of the room and find my self control again before I did something I regretted. I promised she could trust me.
I limped my way to the door, grabbing my gym bag on the way.
“Armando…” I paused. “I’ll keep my word.” She said.
I nodded. “See you around Zo.” I said. My voice was husky and low. I needed to get a grip on myself before clients came. I probably needed to visit the shower for a good long while before I’d be able to face a client.

After Armandos’ broad back had turned the corner Zola put a hand to her lips. He was an amazing kisser, she needed to get some stuff done before her classes this afternoon but she wasn’t sure she could focus on anything for the rest of the day!
His kiss was so much better in real like than in her fantasies. She’d have to find a way to get him to keep kissing her.

“Good morning.” Her voice surprised him when he walked through the door the next morning.
“Uh… good morning.” He was heading to his chair in the back but he couldn’t find it. He sent her a questioning look. The chair he normally sat in was the corner where he’d trapped her. Shrugging he shuffled over to it and sat down. He was tired. He’d spent the whole night trying to get to sleep but it had eluded him in favor of troubling thoughts.
“You seem… not right.” She continued. She was stretching and had yet to turn her music on.
“Didn’t sleep well.” He said gruffly. His eyes wander over the parts of her skin that were visible.
Creamy and smooth, like milk, he thought.
She got up from doing the splits and floated over to him. Her walk so smooth the coins on her costume barely tinkled.
“Hey, is there anything I can do? Drive you to a doctor?”
“…no. I don’t think you can help with this.”
“Try me?”
“…” He shook his head. “Watching you dance is all I will ask of you Zo.”
She paused. There was a double meaning to those words. They could mean that he didn’t want anything else from her, or they could mean that he wasn’t letting himself ask for more.
It was something she would agonize over later, she was sure. But for now she would focus on dancing, for an audience of one.
She was practicing the saber dance. The dances she practiced most often in the morning were more advanced than her class would be for a while. He realized that the chair had been placed to have the best vantage point in the room. At times he could see both her front, side and back at the same time. The play of her muscles under her skin fascinated him, and turned him on. He’d always admired strong women. The way she stretched her body up, on her tiptoes reaching for the sky, every line taut and then folded into a back bend. He could never move his body that way.
He was sporting a tent in his basketball shorts. He didn’t bother to cover it up with his gym bag. Why bother when she knew that whenever she danced for him he got horny. He didn’t however; make any move to touch it or to adjust himself. In his head that was a line that he didn’t want to cross without her permission.

“Hey.” She said as I stood up, she was done and I needed to go for a cold shower before clients arrived. “please sit.” I did as she asked and watched as she approached me. Her hips shimmed and the coins tinkled as she walked this time. I held her waist in between my comparatively large hands, I enjoyed feeling the muscles pull and moved.
Her hands lifted to my face and fingered the bristles on the top of my shaved head. I let my fingers play over her stomach and then she did something that surprised me. She shrieked and jerked away from my fingers.
“Wha-“ I was confused. She straightened, blushing.
“Sorry…I’m a little ticklish there.”
I felt something predatory move inside of me and I grinned. “Where else are you ticklish?”
She laughed nervously. “Nowhere.” She said to quickly. Backing away.
I came out of my chair and stalked towards her retreating figure. “oh? Lets test that theory shall we?”
“Oh hell no!” She shrieked. Moving quick as a flash she had grabbed her bag and was out the door. She’d completely abandoned her ipod in the stereo system. Snagging it I followed her. Hot on her heals. I didn’t like cardio that much but it wasn’t something I’d neglected.
She however was fast. I’d give her that. By the time I caught up with her she was unlocking her car.
I coolly closed the door she’d just gotten open and crowded her up against the vehicle. I realized that this was fast becoming a habit of mine. Me, crowding her space and watching it turn her on that is.
She flattened herself against the side of the car. Desperately trying to get more space between us. My eyes were drawn down to her heaving chest. The belly dance top exposed the tops of her creamy mounds, she was sweaty and they seemed to be begging for me to lick them like ice cream.
“So, about you being ticklish.” I growled. Enjoying how she whimpered. I extended a finger and traced a line from the top of her stomach to where her hip scarf had slipped exposing her scanty spandex. Her stomach quivered. I leared at her. I was going to have fun with this. I wasn’t ticklish, however, I loved tickling people. I had only had the chance to tickle my sisters when we were kids up to this point. It’d been years.
“What about this?” I whispered. Her eyes met mine and held as I pressed my finger lightly over her ribs and let it slip downwards. I loved her expression as she squealed and her body involuntarily slid into my arm that was supporting me as I leaned over her, knocking me off balance. I caught myself but not before our bodies were pressed together. The curved shape of her small car she was leaning against made her body press up against me in all the best places. I could feel her breasts against my chest as she breathed in and out.
“Mmmm.” I rumbled. Letting my deep voice rumble through chest. “I like this position.”
She just looked at me for a moment before pressing up against me. “I like it too.”
I am embarrassed to say I moaned just a little as her belly flexed against my rock hard erection.
She place her hands on my shoulders and smiled up at me. “Like that do you?” Her smile was both cheeky and evil. She did that belly roll thing again and I groaned. My eyes closed of their own accord as I tried to keep my hips from thrust forward into her rolling motion.
She kept up this torment as a finger came up to trace the lines of my tattoos on my chest. Her fingers traced everything that she could see. I wished I wasn’t wearing a tank top as her fingers left my chest to search out swirls and shapes of the tattoos on my biceps and shoulders.
I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. Arching her body into mine even more.
“You little tease.” I growled out. My voice so low and husky with want that I wasn’t even sure she understood me. This kiss unlike the other one was hard and demanding, rough and sloppy.
We dueled. She talented with her tongue, evading, and twisting but I won trapping it to the bottom of her mouth as I flicked mine over the roof her mouth. She stopped flexing her belly against me and was simply pressing hard up against me. I could feel her moan in the back of her throat and I knew that I was either going to have the worst case of blue balls in the history of man or I was going to have an embarrassing accident in my pants.
My tongue retreated back into my mouth and our lips parted. She was flushed and panting and I’m sure I didn’t look much more stable than she did.
We staid there, bodies pressed together, staring at each other for several moments. I shakily brought a hand to my face and scrubbed. Trying to collect my thoughts. Oh yeah… Ipod. I looked around and seeing it lying on the hood of the car where I must have placed it when we got all hot heavy.
“You left your uh… ipod.” I mumbled, picking it up and handing it to her.
“Oh yeah. Thanks.” Her voice was shaky too. “I’ll uh…see you around.”
“Yeah.”



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