Dance Class last night was a killer. I was so sweaty and muscles were aching and sore from the abuse of my sadistic Dance Instructor. Her mantra is “no pain, no gain!” Well, I needed some medicine to squelch the pain. Not just because of my sore body, but also my ego was bruised because I kept messing up on this one spot of the routine. Even questioning if leaving home to move to NYC was worth all this torture.
So you get the picture, I was feeling tired, sweaty, sore, and defeated. One of my fellow dancers must have sensed my sullen mood. She gave me some encouraging words and rubbed my leg. I moaned and told her that felt amazing. She was as sweaty as me. We ended up in the shower together for a steamy pussy rubbing and titty licking good time.
She took me back to her apt. Her boyfriend was waiting for us naked in their bed. She grabbed me and showed him this really sexy grinding hip roll against my body. We danced so sexy together. He stroked his cock while we danced for him. Then we joined him in the bed and I enjoyed every inch of both of their bodies.
I looked for her at the next class. I wanted to thank her for the most incredible night. Heard that she was moving to California to join a dance company out there, but I will never forget that dirty dancing we did. I also learned the laughter is NOT the best medicine. SEX is the BEST Medicine!
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