Ellie walked into the dance studio sheepishly, still unsure if this was a good idea at all.

She hadn't danced in so long, and Flamenco was something entirely new to her.

But who could say no to Maria, the dance instructor.

Gorgeous and seductive Maria had completely smitten her when they met at a party a few days prior,

and any excuse to be around her seemed like a great idea.

You came, Ellie, carida.

Maria squealed happily, stepping toward Ellie and placing her hands on her newest student's

shoulders.

Ellie inhaled sharply as the curvaceous, stunning Latina woman kissed her on both cheeks

before letting go of her. Come, join me on the dance floor. Maria invited the pretty, petite, blonde

towards the center of the room. While Maria was a stunning brunette with wavy long hair,

and the kind of curves one could easily get lost in.

Ellie was lithe and delicate, carrying her short locks in a dainty dew.

Now, let's start with the basics.

Remember, flamenco is a dance of passion, of intimacy. We need to touch, to embrace. It's like making love on the dance floor. Do you understand? I guess I do. Ellie giggled timidly, feeling her skin growing ever so flushed. Everything about Maria seemed to scream sensuality,

raw, powerful, and oh so enticing. Just guide the way and I'll try to keep up. I'm sure you will,

Hermosa. Maria purred sensually, turning on the music, and letting an enticing, upbeat rhythm fill

the room.

Hermosa?

Ellie asked with confusion, making Maria chuckle.

Beautiful, she replied at once, and then started to move across the dance floor with such

grace, such raw sensuality. The dance included intricate arm movements, and oh, how she shook

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