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Speaker 1: full bodied and feeling her years. This Year's day, she
Speaker 1: has resolved to shed a few pounds to feel young again,
Speaker 1: to be like she was before the change, and deciding
Speaker 1: a dance class is the ideal opportunity to shed those pounds.
Speaker 1: She gets caught in a rainstorm of biblical proportions and
Speaker 1: the night just gets worse from there. What the heck
Speaker 1: has she done? Can her new dance teacher help her
Speaker 1: find her confidence again? Or will he just laugh out
Speaker 1: of the studio? Was this just going to be another
Speaker 1: disaster for Maggie? Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another
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Speaker 1: moving through your body. The rain lashed against the windows.
Speaker 1: It's thunderous sound resonated in Maggie's small apartment, looking down
Speaker 1: onto the pavements below. The street lights glimmered in the
Speaker 1: puddles that decorated the sidewalk. Of course, this would be
Speaker 1: a perfect excuse not to go. Why the hell had
Speaker 1: she signed up for it in the first place, catching
Speaker 1: her reflection in the window a cruel joke played by
Speaker 1: the universe to remind her why she had signed up.
Speaker 1: She needed to lose at least twenty pounds. Of course.
Speaker 1: Originally she had signed up back in September so she
Speaker 1: could lose the weight for Thanksgiving, but life had got
Speaker 1: in the way, and so here she was New Year's Day,
Speaker 1: along with half the state, no doubt, attending dance classes
Speaker 1: to shed a few holiday pounds. If she'd actually gone
Speaker 1: back in September, then there would only have been a
Speaker 1: few people there, and she suspected now that dance studios
Speaker 1: would be full of people, and that would make it
Speaker 1: a thousand times worse, but she just had to go tonight.
Speaker 1: The tutor had made it very clear she couldn't reschedule
Speaker 1: again without paying another fee, and she quite frankly couldn't
Speaker 1: afford to do that, and she couldn't afford not to
Speaker 1: lose the weight. Walking away from the window in the
Speaker 1: storm outside, she opened her closet. What the hell do
Speaker 1: I wear to a dance glass anyway, she muttered. The
Speaker 1: leaflet had said to dress comfortably, but to wear hills.
Speaker 1: She wasn't quite sure how comfortable and hills had figured
Speaker 1: in the same sentence, but she would do what she could. Besides,
Speaker 1: at five foot two, she needed all the help in
Speaker 1: the height department she could get. Deciding sweatpants were probably
Speaker 1: a little too casual and comfortable, Maggie fingered through her
Speaker 1: selection of skirts. Her hands danced over the selection of
Speaker 1: material until she settled on a light cotton skirt that
Speaker 1: she normally wore in summer when the torturous sun insured
Speaker 1: it was too hot to breathe. Of course, she was
Speaker 1: going to get very hot to night, and wearing a
Speaker 1: heavy skirt wouldn't make it only so much worse with
Speaker 1: the hot flashes she would no doubt end up looking
Speaker 1: like she was coming through the menopause. Again. Happy with
Speaker 1: her logic, she selected a similarly light shirt, opening her
Speaker 1: underwear drawer for a moment. She hesitated for a moment.
Speaker 1: Damn what to wear underneath? She hated thongs and the
Speaker 1: thought of their cheese wire sensation would become even worse
Speaker 1: as she danced round the floor. Her every day cotton
Speaker 1: panties might be a touch too warm, and besides which,
Speaker 1: she had watched dancing on TV and their panties did
Speaker 1: seem to come on to display a lot of the time.
Speaker 1: Maggie wasn't sure she would be comfortable knowing people had
Speaker 1: seen those as her choice of underwear. What left was
Speaker 1: a white lace panties and ra At least it was
Speaker 1: a matching set, which could save any nasty comments from
Speaker 1: other ladies at the class. Resigned to her choices and wishing,
Speaker 1: like hell she had thought about this previously, Maggie slipped
Speaker 1: her robe off and dressed carefully, trying to ensure everything
Speaker 1: was securely placed for an evening of dance. She was
Speaker 1: more nervous tonight than she had been on her last date,
Speaker 1: and that had been a decade and thirty pounds ago.
Speaker 1: Selecting her shoes from the rack at the bottom of
Speaker 1: her closet, she pondered for a moment, she could carry
Speaker 1: the hills and wear sneakers. The problem with that was
Speaker 1: her now ample bress had insured touching her toes wasn't
Speaker 1: without its challenges, and changing shoes in front of strangers
Speaker 1: was almost guaranteed to result in some sort of pratfall.
Speaker 1: But wearing them in this rain it would be a
Speaker 1: slow walk, and although the dance studio was only five
Speaker 1: minutes away, that was five minutes she would rather not
Speaker 1: spend in the rain in a pair of five inch hills.
Speaker 1: After five minutes of internal debate, she settled on wearing
Speaker 1: hills just with a long raincoat. That way, at least
Speaker 1: she would be mostly dry. Slipping her feet into her shoes,
Speaker 1: she sighed, at least her shoe still fitted. Maybe the
Speaker 1: long raincoat would help cover her extra curves. She could
Speaker 1: remember when she was young and slim, she had no
Speaker 1: problem with clothes fitting her then. Now well, getting dressed
Speaker 1: filled her with dread. Doubts swarmed in her mind. She
Speaker 1: really didn't want to be the dancing walrus at the studio,
Speaker 1: everyone else so slim and graceful, having done dancing for years.
Speaker 1: Closing her eyes, she forcibly stopped the thought pattern. Something
Speaker 1: in her mind was trying to convince her not to go,
Speaker 1: her little demon that seemed hell bent on keeping her
Speaker 1: overweight and single. Grabbing her raincoat, Maggie left her apartment
Speaker 1: to brave the storm before she did change her mind
Speaker 1: and break open the peanut butter. The rain drenched streets
Speaker 1: were empty as Maggie finally approached the door to the studio,
Speaker 1: her coat lacking in the down poor she pushed the
Speaker 1: door open and stumbled quickly inside, up two short flights
Speaker 1: of stairs and through the door to the El Passion
Speaker 1: Dance Studio. Maggie stood in her own puddle in the
Speaker 1: brightly lit and seemingly empty room, rufe to rufe. Mirrors
Speaker 1: adorned every wall, mocking her, making her heart sink. She
Speaker 1: really did not like mirrors. In the slightest Oh, I
Speaker 1: have a pupil. A velvety, soft voice echoed from a corner.
Speaker 1: The owner of the voice stood up, younger than his
Speaker 1: tone would portray. Beneath the sheen of his dark shirt.
Speaker 1: His biceps flaxed stretching the material gin to give a
Speaker 1: suggestion of the body beneath. His shirt had been perfectly
Speaker 1: tailored to be tight enough to caress the contours of
Speaker 1: his youthful and strong body, yet loose enough for him
Speaker 1: to move freely. After watching numerous TV shows, Maggie was
Speaker 1: full aware of the trend of the dancers to flaunt
Speaker 1: impressive pectorals at every occasion, a trend this young man
Speaker 1: had adopted enthusiastically. Only three buttons at the bottom the
Speaker 1: shirt were fastened. The top of his shirt opened, exposing
Speaker 1: his divine chest to seduce Maggie's lustful gaze somewhere deep
Speaker 1: inside her body, a long forgotten fire spark to life,
Speaker 1: a passion, a desire she had consigned to the past.
Speaker 1: Her lips suddenly boned dry, she licked them without thinking
Speaker 1: as her gaze traced down his body. His pants were
Speaker 1: indecently tight around his hips, swirling impressively over his natural bulge. Oh,
Speaker 1: he's just stuffed socks down there, Maggie mused, and desperate
Speaker 1: to deroul her train of thought. What was she thinking?
Speaker 1: He was toned and fit, as she was well overweight
Speaker 1: and completely unfit. Still, when she got home, she decided
Speaker 1: she would break out her pot of sadly unused loop
Speaker 1: and remind herself of the delight of self pleasure. She
Speaker 1: might even dust off her bullet vibe if she could
Speaker 1: remember where the hell she put it. I'm Meduardo, and
Speaker 1: you are, Eduardo said, his lips stretching into a broad smile,
Speaker 1: exposing his perfectly white teeth. Dropping his chin bag on
Speaker 1: the edge of the dance law, he raised his hand
Speaker 1: as if in the gesture of inviting a handshake. Stepping forward,
Speaker 1: Maggie reached out her own hand, which he took and
Speaker 1: raised it to his lips, kissing the back of her
Speaker 1: hand whilst his eyes fixed on hers in a ridiculously
Speaker 1: sensual way. Maggie realized she had just sighed at his
Speaker 1: kiss and blushed at her reaction. I'm Maggie, she replied,
Speaker 1: trying to regain control of her senses. Well, Maggie, it
Speaker 1: seems like you have meat yourself tonight. There is a
Speaker 1: bathroom there if you would like to freshen up after
Speaker 1: surviving that rain, Eduardo said, with a smile, feel free
Speaker 1: to use the towels and anything else you need. He
Speaker 1: raised his hand to indicate a door in the corner
Speaker 1: of the room. As she looked up, Maggie caught sight
Speaker 1: of herself for the first time since arriving. God, she
Speaker 1: looked a mess. This was going to take more than
Speaker 1: a towel to put right. Her hair had exploded into
Speaker 1: a manic eruption, the little makeup she had put on
Speaker 1: that now smeared her face, her coat dropped with water,
Speaker 1: and by the looks of what she could see of
Speaker 1: her shirt underneath the coat had done little to protect
Speaker 1: her from the rain. Maggie hurried to the bathroom gravel
Speaker 1: to escape the gaze of the mirrors, closing the door
Speaker 1: behind her. Her gaze automatically drifted to a small window,
Speaker 1: contemplating escape from this hellish embarrassment. It was too small,
Speaker 1: and she was two floors up. It would no doubt
Speaker 1: end up being even more embarrassing if she attempted to
Speaker 1: climb down through the rain. Taking her excuse of a
Speaker 1: coat off and hanging it behind the door, she closed
Speaker 1: her eyes to steal herself before looking into the mirror. Thankfully,
Speaker 1: she thought she had only put on a small amount
Speaker 1: of makeup, given how much was smeared down her face.
Speaker 1: Her raincoat had in fact managed to prevent exactly no
Speaker 1: rain from decorating her shirt. The white cutton was now
Speaker 1: pretty much transparent and clung to her breast tightly. Rubbing
Speaker 1: a towel over her shirt did little to rectify the situation.
Speaker 1: Turning on the hand dry her Maggie angled it to
Speaker 1: face her shirt. As she turned it on. The warm
Speaker 1: jet of air caressed the cold water that covered her breaths,
Speaker 1: forcing her nipples even tighter, making them even more erect.
Speaker 1: Was not ideal. That it was a lot better than
Speaker 1: the transparent shirt. She could ignore her desires for a
Speaker 1: little while longer, at least until the class was finished
Speaker 1: and she was home cuddled up in her bed. Turning
Speaker 1: the air for the again, she focused it onto her hair,
Speaker 1: blowing it frizzy but at least dry. Facing her reflection again,
Speaker 1: it was a truly horrifying sight. She looked like she
Speaker 1: had been electrocuted. Wiping her face viciously, she removed what
Speaker 1: remained of her make up. Fuck, thank god no one
Speaker 1: else turned up, she whispered, opening the bathroom door. She
Speaker 1: Rea entered the main room with what she hoped was
Speaker 1: a semblance of dignity, and Wada rose again from his
Speaker 1: seat and strode across the floor. You look stunning, he said,
Speaker 1: his voice like velvet. Maggie could not help but think
Speaker 1: of all the means of stunning, Deciding he probably meant
Speaker 1: it looked like she might knock him out, she whispered, lying,
Speaker 1: not at all, look, he said, taking her hand and
Speaker 1: circling her in front of the mirror. The heat of
Speaker 1: his body pressed against her. Reins wrenched back as he
Speaker 1: took her other hand, raising them both into the air.
Speaker 1: He stared at her reflection, the heat of his breath
Speaker 1: caressing her neck, raising an avalanche of goosebumps all over
Speaker 1: her body as he stared into the mirror, his face
Speaker 1: aside hers. Suddenly, Maggie was aware of a firm pressure
Speaker 1: into the small of her back as Eduardo pressed against her.
Speaker 1: Definitely not soult, she thought, as she pushed back against him,
Speaker 1: enjoying the gentle, throbbing pleasure into her back. It had
Speaker 1: been way too long. Your eyes have a passion burning
Speaker 1: inside them. This is true dancing, he whispered, his warm
Speaker 1: tones caressing her body in ways it shouldn't be possible.
Speaker 1: She shivered as his voice and vewed every inch of
Speaker 1: her skin. Her cow clutched aggressively at his touch. Her
Speaker 1: pussy swelled with need. She looked into the mirror, into Eduardo's,
Speaker 1: into the fire that burned behind them. I'm fat, she
Speaker 1: spat out. You are not fat. You might be carrying
Speaker 1: a few extra pounds which you want to lose, but
Speaker 1: that does not define who you are inside. Never speak
Speaker 1: of yourself like that, he said, his voice harsh and protective.
Speaker 1: His fingertips traced a line of electricity down her arm.
Speaker 1: Her body shuddered as the dragon of desire awoke from
Speaker 1: many years asleep. His hands slid down her body as
Speaker 1: he whispered, you are curvaceous, reubenesque, a statue of womanhood
Speaker 1: who would have been heralded as a goddess in ancient Greece.
Speaker 1: The closeness of his voice, the proximity of his body
Speaker 1: is obvious, aron the tone of his words fuelled the
Speaker 1: spreading fire burning through Maggie's body. His fingertips caressed the
Speaker 1: edge of her breast, sending a shot of electricity through
Speaker 1: her body, one that she had long forgotten. Her nipples
Speaker 1: hardened further with the intensity of her desire, pressing aggressively
Speaker 1: against the lace of her brow. I want you to
Speaker 1: see what I see. His voice tormented her. The very
Speaker 1: resonance in his words caressed her clit, making her ache
Speaker 1: in such a way. God, she wanted to be dirty
Speaker 1: with this man right here, right now. Grinding her hips
Speaker 1: back against him, his cock throbbed against her. His hands
Speaker 1: finding her hips, he poured her back tightly as he
Speaker 1: pushed forward, his cock moving along the curve of her back. Quickly,
Speaker 1: his fingers released the buttons of her shirt. Within a moment,
Speaker 1: it lay in a crumpled mess on the floor. Turning
Speaker 1: it quickly, he lowered her to the landslaw, his fingertips
Speaker 1: exploring her nipples, pinching them gently. Maggie pressed her hips
Speaker 1: up against him, his abs pushing along her pussy. Desire
Speaker 1: flooded her mind. Pushing his lips down, he sucked her
Speaker 1: nipples through her braw his hands running passionately over her body,
Speaker 1: as if he were wanting to devour every inch with
Speaker 1: his fingertips. I love your curves, they are truly beautiful,
Speaker 1: he said, kissing her breast, sucking them before biting her
Speaker 1: red nipples, his hands sliding up and down her body,
Speaker 1: his breath burned over her stomach, exploring, biting, wanting, his hands,
Speaker 1: lifting her skirt before pressing her thighs apart, his finger
Speaker 1: tips exploring the lace of her panties, forcing a loud
Speaker 1: moan from Maggie's lips. Her clip throbbed violently to his touch,
Speaker 1: running her fingers through his hair. Her legs parted willingly,
Speaker 1: wanting to succumb to this desire. Suddenly, a realization hit
Speaker 1: her as she recognized his destination. Stop EDWARDO, you have
Speaker 1: to know, she said, panting, her body aching beyond redemption.
Speaker 1: I've been through the change. I don't get his wet anymore.
Speaker 1: I have the perfect solution, he growled, dragging his tongue
Speaker 1: along her panties, lingering just before her clip, teasing it,
Speaker 1: tormenting it, the anticmation driving her mad with desire. In
Speaker 1: one deliberate movement, his tongue circled her clip, flicking it viciously,
Speaker 1: sucking it through her panties. Maggie rised under the storm
Speaker 1: of his mouth, her hips pressing up with desperate lust.
Speaker 1: Her body surrendered any hope of defense as she pressed
Speaker 1: her heels into the floor, her fingers screwing his hair
Speaker 1: in tight balls. As her orgasm invaded every cell. Sitting
Speaker 1: up a Eduardo sat between her open legs and said,
Speaker 1: I want to do this right. You are beautiful and
Speaker 1: deserve the best pleasure I can give you. Leaning over,
Speaker 1: he grabbed his discarded bag from the dance floor, taking
Speaker 1: a container out of it, He opened it and passed
Speaker 1: it to Maggie. Is coconut oil? Use it? Show me
Speaker 1: how you like to touch yourself, he commanded, with those
Speaker 1: damn warm tones. Maggie looked at the coconut oil, the
Speaker 1: fragrance mixing beautifully with her own feminine scent. Sliding her
Speaker 1: fingers through the oil, the sensation of it melting to
Speaker 1: her touch erotic in its own right. She took her
Speaker 1: coconut covered fingers and took her deep breath. She had
Speaker 1: never touched herself in front of the man before, but
Speaker 1: something about Eduardo was so interested in her pleasure she
Speaker 1: couldn't resist. Abandoning the last of her inhibitions. She poured
Speaker 1: her panties to one side with one hand, whilst massaging
Speaker 1: the coconut oil into her pussy with the other. The
Speaker 1: caress of the will against her steel throbbing clip was
Speaker 1: frankly amazing. Her fingers moved in slow, long circles the
Speaker 1: length of her pussy, coating herself in the natural loop.
Speaker 1: Pushing her lips apart, she pressed her fingers deep into
Speaker 1: a pussy as her thumb rubbed her clip. Looking into
Speaker 1: a Duardo's eyes, they were on fire with passion. Entranced
Speaker 1: by every movement of her fingers. Feeling absolutely filthy, she
Speaker 1: plunged her fingers in deeper, her body twisting as her
Speaker 1: core clutched along them. Fuck. Having him watch her as
Speaker 1: she pleasured herself was so damn hot. Such a turn on.
Speaker 1: Stroke yourself for me, Edwardo, she gasped, without taking his
Speaker 1: eyes off her hand. He loosened his pants, taking his
Speaker 1: erection out and stroking it in slow deliberate movements. Seeing
Speaker 1: his cock throbbing in his hand as he sat between
Speaker 1: her thighs took her to the edge and beyond. Pressing
Speaker 1: her heels into the ground, she raised her pelvis, letting
Speaker 1: a Eduardo see the detail of her throbbing pussy, his
Speaker 1: eyes widening as another orgasm cascaded through a body inside
Speaker 1: me now, she screamed, wanting to fill him, fill her completely.
Speaker 1: Her back arched as at Wardo thrust his cock inside her,
Speaker 1: her lips stretching around his white girth, her head tipping backwards,
Speaker 1: their reflections so beautifully captured in the mirror, watching this
Speaker 1: young man pound into her pussy, feeling the sensation of
Speaker 1: his hard cock kissing every inch of her. Her body
Speaker 1: tightened against him, grasping desperately along his length, their gazes
Speaker 1: melting into each other as their rhythm moved in perfect time.
Speaker 1: His thumb pressed make his clit against his cock, furiously
Speaker 1: rubbing the cocoanut oil deep into her trembling nub. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: Eduardo growled loudly, a growl that vibrated through his body,
Speaker 1: making his cock pulse violently inside her as he erupted
Speaker 1: one come, coating every inch of a pussy, pressing her
Speaker 1: pussy along his cock, draining every drop from him, her
Speaker 1: own body trembling in a delicious orchasm, the heat between
Speaker 1: them spreading through her whole body. Tears streamed down her
Speaker 1: cheeks as she surrendered completely to the moment, sliding slowly
Speaker 1: back to the floor, entwined, the two of them as one,
Speaker 1: neither of them wanting to break their connection, their body's
Speaker 1: trembling in perfect time, Maggie closed her eyes, intensifying the
Speaker 1: after glow and the sensation of his still pulsing conque
Speaker 1: deep inside her. Without opening them, she whispered, pray, tell,
Speaker 1: why do you have coconut oil? You think my shaved
Speaker 1: chest is naturally this shiny long? When it's passed before
Speaker 1: either of them spoke again. When I come for my
Speaker 1: next lesson, do you think we could dance a little?
Speaker 1: You mean we haven't been, he replied, the mischievous smile
Speaker 1: evident in his tone. Well, okay, if you promise to
Speaker 1: join me for a private lesson in my apartment upstairs.
Speaker 1: After her till, she sighed, immersing herself back into the
Speaker 1: waves of pleasure. So I hope you enjoyed that. But
Speaker 1: until next week when we can get wild in Bed
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