EroticReverie

Anastasia Adwell - Two Weeks later ….

“Your apartment isn’t quite ready.” Miles says as he picks me up himself from the airport. The driver already having put my bags in the trunk, I sit with Miles who had greeted me in an embrace upon seeing me in the airport. 

Dinner and communication with him had been a bit …..I don’t even know the words. Maybe he was friendly and just had way about him that seemed he was flirting. 

“Oh. Okay.” I say and he smiles. 

“No worries though, you can stay with me tonight and your apartment should be ready tomorrow sometime.” He says nonchalantly. 

“Oh…um…stay…with you?” I ask and he nods. 

“I have plenty of space in my place. It’s just one night.” He says. 

“Is that…that allowed?” I ask nervously and he turns to me and smiles. 

“It’s just a night. Would you rather sleep with the rats on the street?” He laughs and I wince and shake my head. 

“No, I wouldn’t” I say and he laughs and reaches over and places a hand on my knee and pats it. 

“I didn’t think so.” He says as my legs go stiff , my entire body freezing as he stops patting my knee , but leaves his hand there. 

I swallow. My legs pushing together tighter and his phone rings and he answers. His hand still on my knee.

As he talks to whomever is on the line , I watch his thumb graze the side of my knee in small circles.  Holding my breath, I watch as his thumb and fingers dig gently into my tights and my flesh , gently grabbing my knees right above it. His fingers sinking into my lower thigh and then releasing and his hand gently , slightly moving his palm over the top and to the side, the fucking inside of my thigh as he keeps talking. Leaving it there. Resting his hand along my inner thigh by my knee.  I wouldn’t say this was HIGHLY inappropriate, but it was definitely some kind of inappropriate, but I was scared to embarrass him. He was probably just an overly touchy person. 

I didn’t want to move his hand and have him

Think I was accusing him of something and jeopardize my spot at the school. I hadn’t even started yet. Would he be the kind of man to punish me for rejection? Was that even what he was doing? Hitting on me? He’s forty years old  Anastasia, he’s not interested in you. He’s just , distracted and doesn’t realize where his hand is. 

We’re in traffic and his hand is still on my thigh as he continues his phone call. My eyes peeking up at the driver through the partition and then out the window. 

He hangs up the phone and apologizes and I just smile politely and then look to his hand. 

“Oh.” He chuckles. “I’m sorry.” He says and rubs my inner thigh slightly , letting his hand graze further up my thigh , the side of his hand and pinky finger brushing the hem of my dress as he removes his hand. 

I exhale and force a small smile. 

“It’s okay.” I say softly , relieved that he had done it on accident. 

He smiles as he looks at me and his hand slips back onto my thigh and my brows pinch. What was he doing? Why was he..

“Well if it’s okay, then.” He says as his hand slides right back to my inner thigh.  No. That’s not what I meant. But. What can I do now? I just laugh nervously and he slides his hand a touch further up my thigh. I suck in a breath. 

Miles is a handsome man. It’s not that he’s not attractive , but  I’m his student. He’s my teacher. And he’s old enough to be my father. 

“Mmm” He hums slightly and I turn my head to him as he lays his back against the seat. 

“It’s nice to just relax, isn’t it?” He asks, his hand stroking up to the top of my thigh and then back down to the inner part, moving his hand back and forth.

“Uh, yeah. It..it is” I say and he hums again and his fingers curl around my thigh and he grabs it firmly. 

“Yeah, it is.” He says. 

I swallow. Not wanting to tell him maybe it’s better I sleep on the street with the rats.  I didn’t date men. I didn’t hook up with men or boys. I didn’t want the distraction. The only man that’s ever touched me , did so without permission. But at least I knew Miles…sort of. I guess I could let him rest his hand on my thigh just this once. 

“Thank you for letting me stay with you until my apartment is ready.” I say and he hums. 

“Anytime Anastasia.” He says as he lifts his head and looks at me with a smile. His eyes going to my breasts. Staring. Staring. Several seconds of him gazing directly at my chest and then back to his hand on my legs and he hums and slides his hand a bit higher. 

“Anytime darling” he says and I exhale shakily. Part of me turned on and part of me a bit scared and another part of me confused. 

I knew it was a bad idea to stay with him. It was a bad idea to let him have his hand practically near my panties and up my dress. But I was too scared to say anything. To scared to stop him. And I wasn’t even sure I wanted to. 

Relationships between teachers and students weren’t prohibited. I knew that. But I also knew how messy things could get for me if anyone found out I’d let Miles feel me up in the backseat of his car. They’d call favoritism , and if I excelled in school, it could be chalked up to, that I’d “slept my way there”. 

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Hours later …..

I’m in Miles’s condo. If I wasn’t from a rich family already, I’d be impressed by the extravagance and the clean modern furnishing and the view from the floor to ceiling windows. Okay, the view did impress me still. 

My bags were in he spare room, still packed since i would only be here one night. Miles had dropped me off and told me he’d be back late. That I had the place to myself. To make myself at home.  Fat chance. 

All I can think about is his hand on my thigh. It’s all I think about all afternoon and into the evening. 

A text comes through my phone a little after seven. 

“On my way home, I’m bringing take away. Have you eaten?” 

It’s Miles. I’d totally forgotten he had my number from communicating these past few weeks. 

“I haven’t eaten.” I reply back. 

“You’ll have dinner with me then .” He says. 

It wasn’t a question it was a statement.  I don’t answer. 

Thirty four minutes later he’s walking in the door as I sit awkwardly on his couch in the living area. 

He smiles. 

“It’s great to come home to a pretty face.” He smiles and I smooth out my dress on my lap. I just laugh slightly and feel a blush on my cheeks. 

I don’t thank him for the compliment , and I don’t reject it. I just stand and walk into his kitchen as he sets two plastic bags on the counter with multiple containers inside.

“Do you eat like a ballerina?” He asks and I just look at him. 

“Um…” I hesitate. 

He laughs. “It’s okay if you don’t eat rice and vegetables Anastasia. Your body is incredible. Whatever you’re doing. It works for you.” He says and I nod. 

“Oh, um thank you.” I say because maybe if I thanked him, he’d stop complimenting my face…and body. 

“I eat, everything. Just in moderation.” I say and he smiles and nods. 

We sit at his table in the dining area , and we eat. The conversation is thankfully not directed at my body or more uncomfortable compliments or assumed passes at me. But he instead talks about the program. His vision for this year. He does a lot of boasting, which I don’t mind. He deserves it. He’s the best for a reason. He’s admired for a reason. Countless professional ballerinas have come from being under his teachings. 

I help him clean up the take away containers and do the dishes he used to plate our meals. 

“Would you like to join me on the balcony?” He asks when we’re all done and I just look to the balcony. 

“Oh, sure” I answer with a nod. 

“Why don’t you go change into something more comfortable and then meet me back out here.” He smiles and I nod. 

“Okay” I say and the watch him walk to the opposite side of the condo where I assume his room is. 

I walk to the one he designated me to and throw on a pair of loose sweat pants and a long sleeved top. Is my bra comfortable? No. But I’m definitely not taking it off. 

I slide on my slippers and make my way out to the balcony and my lungs fill as I take in a breath.

Standing in only his boxers , Miles is pouring a bottle of something into two glasses. Tall and thin glasses, so I assume it’s champagne.

He turns and see me standing there and my eyes drop down his lean frame. To the tented fabric in his boxers. Oh god. He’s hard. Really hard. In his boxers! My eyes flick back up to him , and I stand there. This wasn’t happening. Did he know how hard he was!? Of course he fucking knows you idiot. I scold myself. 

“Come, have a drink with me Anastasia” he says and holds out the champagne glass towards the open balcony doors. 

“I..um…I’m actually quite tired. I was thinking I’d just go to bed?” I say. Feeling silly for saying it like a question because I’m too scared to say that I don’t want to be on a balcony drinking with my half naked ballet teacher. 

“One drink.” He smirks. “Come on.” He says and I swallow. He wasn’t going to let me say no. 

I walk to the balcony.