Pas De Deaux
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by J. Troy Seate
Description: Michael is a hardworking ballet student. Gail is the ballet instructor happy to have an alpha male in her troupe. Before an upcoming Valentine's Day performance, their passions flare in the secrecy of her studio. Two heated rendezvous lead Gail on a quest that takes her to a village in Italy where a shocking revelation awaits. There she experiences la dolce vita in such a way as to change her fortunes forever. Who says life can't successfully imitate art?
eBook Publisher: Whispers Publishing, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2010
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [46 KB]
Reading time: 23-32 min.
"Michael, you're a very naughty boy for arriving late. I should punish you," Gail Harwood said, waving a solicitous finger in his direction.
"So punish me," he replied and locked the office door, his feet no longer posed in fifth position. "I've been waiting for a chance to be alone with you to see if I've been picking up the right vibes."
This was no time for Gail to be coy. She had hoped he would make the first move. Now she couldn't be accused of preying on a student even if it was a grown man not so many years her junior. They were old enough to know what they wanted, and she further knew Michael had the capacity to make her body more than merely functional.
"I've admired you from afar long enough, teacher," Michael continued. "Time for a private lesson, I think."
Through necessity to their craft, ballerinas were often shaped more like sticks than the preferred vision of womanhood. But the slimness of their figures in no way distracted from their femininity. Gail was no exception. Her breasts were small but well-shaped; her arms, gently muscled and elegant. She arched her back and lifted her unitard covered chest, her hands cupped beneath her mounds. Her carriage and movement were arrestingly graceful and elegant. Sensuality radiated from her, surrounding her like an invisible nimbus full of mischief and gaiety and amusement. She exuded another constituent as well, one that was gypsy-like, even pagan which would not be held back by the dictates of civility. Every inch of her screamed, "female."
"Are your buttercups being offered to pacify my longing? I had hoped for more."
Gail said nothing in return, answering only with a pleasant smile she hoped held a bit of mystery. She ogled the length of his torso and gazed at the magnificent bulge at its vertex. Then her eyes fluttered back to his and beckoned. He walked toward her in a normal fashion, feet pointed straight ahead. His face lowered to her thirty-something lips. She didn't resist his kiss, or the next. Soon their tongues were exploring each other's mouths while Michael ran his hand down the smooth surface of Gail's unitard and found a stiff nipple.