Naked dancing

I turned on the music to my favourite song. it was latin. everyone had gone home now and I was all alone. the lights were off. I began moving my hips and brushing against the wall. But it was no fun alone. this was guy and girl dancing. I heard a voice behind me.1

"Dancing alone?"2

I spun. It was my teacher. Kyle. apparently he hadnt gone home yet. he was a good five years older than me-muscular, handsome and intelligent and of course a god dancer. I smiled. "Wanna join me?"3

"Ok." he smiled and held my hands. the music went faster. I rubbed my hands up and down his side, he down my back and shoulders. I spun and twirled, moving up and down infront of him. His hands glided over my smooth hips, and the dress from my shoulders fell. Wether it was intented or not, I didnt tell. we continued dancing. His hands running down my chest, over my breasts, to my thighs. He wasn't pushy, and he was married. I didnt wanna be a horrid hor, so I pulled my dress up just as the lights went on and there was ron my brother to pick me up.4