Claimed By Her Daughter's Teacher Complete Bundle 1-5 (An Incessant Request) (eBook, ePUB)
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Claire Becker sat in the front row, her posture poised yet relaxed, her auburn hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders. At thirty-eight, Mrs Becker carried herself with a confidence that turned heads, her allure accentuated by the fitted navy dress that hugged her curves tonight, her full bust drawing subtle glances from those nearby. Her daughter, Holly, was about to perform, and Claire's eyes sparkled with maternal pride as she watched the stage. She was dressed to impress, here to cheer young Holly on.Holly, nineteen and already a mirror of her mother's voluptuous figure, moved with...
Claire Becker sat in the front row, her posture poised yet relaxed, her auburn hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders. At thirty-eight, Mrs Becker carried herself with a confidence that turned heads, her allure accentuated by the fitted navy dress that hugged her curves tonight, her full bust drawing subtle glances from those nearby. Her daughter, Holly, was about to perform, and Claire's eyes sparkled with maternal pride as she watched the stage. She was dressed to impress, here to cheer young Holly on.
Holly, nineteen and already a mirror of her mother's voluptuous figure, moved with grace as she took her place among the dancers. Her costume, a shimmering dress that showcased her growing chest, clung to her youthful curves, and Claire couldn't help but smile at the resemblance-both in body and spirit. The music swelled, and the performance began, a flurry of graceful and sensual movements that held the audience captive.
Among the instructors standing offstage was Elise Tamper, twenty-one, with a slender frame that moved with the lithe precision of a seasoned dancer. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, emphasizing the sharp angles of her face and the intensity of her focused stare. As Holly's dance teacher, Elise had spent months perfecting this routine, but tonight, her attention drifted. From her vantage point, she caught sight of Claire in the audience, her dress standing out from the crowd, and something stirred within her, a quiet, undeniable pull.
Elise had always kept her attraction to women a secret, a private truth she buried beneath her professional demeanor. But this woman... she remembered seeing her with Holly at lessons. Her name... Claire... she was different. The attractive woman exuded a sensuality that was both effortless and magnetic, her every gesture seemingly imbued with a worldly confidence that made Elise stop thinking. How had she never noticed this prize before tonight?
As the recital ended and the audience erupted in applause, Elise made her way toward the lobby, her eyes scanning for Claire. She knew she must take this chance.
"Mrs. Becker?" Elise's voice was warm, professional, concealing her real intentions as she approached. Claire turned, breaking out into a friendly smile of recognition that abruptly made Elise's stomach flutter.
"Please, call me Claire," she said, her voice smooth and inviting. "I remember you... Elise, wasn't it? Holly's start teacher and choreographer. My daughter speaks so highly of you."
The compliment landed softly, and Elise felt a flush creep up her neck. "Thank you. She's a natural. You must be so proud."
They fell into easy conversation, the kind that felt effortless despite the crowd milling around them. Claire's laugh was rich, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and Elise found herself hanging on every word, captivated by the older woman's warmth. There was a spark between them, subtle but potent. Elise can feel it, a live wire running beneath the surface of their talk. Something began to possess her as she conversed with Mrs Becker.
As the lobby began to clear, Elise seized the moment. "You know, Claire, you have such a natural grace. Have you ever tried dance yourself?"
Claire laughed, flattered. She idly played with a blonde strand of errant hair. "Oh, not since I was a teenager. I'm afraid I'd make a fool of myself." Despite her words, she was intrigued. It has been years since she felt the intensity of interest from another person, even if it was her daughter's dance teacher.
"Nonsense," Elise said, her tone playful but earnest. "I'd love to show you a few steps sometime. Just for fun. No pressure."
Holly, nineteen and already a mirror of her mother's voluptuous figure, moved with grace as she took her place among the dancers. Her costume, a shimmering dress that showcased her growing chest, clung to her youthful curves, and Claire couldn't help but smile at the resemblance-both in body and spirit. The music swelled, and the performance began, a flurry of graceful and sensual movements that held the audience captive.
Among the instructors standing offstage was Elise Tamper, twenty-one, with a slender frame that moved with the lithe precision of a seasoned dancer. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, emphasizing the sharp angles of her face and the intensity of her focused stare. As Holly's dance teacher, Elise had spent months perfecting this routine, but tonight, her attention drifted. From her vantage point, she caught sight of Claire in the audience, her dress standing out from the crowd, and something stirred within her, a quiet, undeniable pull.
Elise had always kept her attraction to women a secret, a private truth she buried beneath her professional demeanor. But this woman... she remembered seeing her with Holly at lessons. Her name... Claire... she was different. The attractive woman exuded a sensuality that was both effortless and magnetic, her every gesture seemingly imbued with a worldly confidence that made Elise stop thinking. How had she never noticed this prize before tonight?
As the recital ended and the audience erupted in applause, Elise made her way toward the lobby, her eyes scanning for Claire. She knew she must take this chance.
"Mrs. Becker?" Elise's voice was warm, professional, concealing her real intentions as she approached. Claire turned, breaking out into a friendly smile of recognition that abruptly made Elise's stomach flutter.
"Please, call me Claire," she said, her voice smooth and inviting. "I remember you... Elise, wasn't it? Holly's start teacher and choreographer. My daughter speaks so highly of you."
The compliment landed softly, and Elise felt a flush creep up her neck. "Thank you. She's a natural. You must be so proud."
They fell into easy conversation, the kind that felt effortless despite the crowd milling around them. Claire's laugh was rich, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and Elise found herself hanging on every word, captivated by the older woman's warmth. There was a spark between them, subtle but potent. Elise can feel it, a live wire running beneath the surface of their talk. Something began to possess her as she conversed with Mrs Becker.
As the lobby began to clear, Elise seized the moment. "You know, Claire, you have such a natural grace. Have you ever tried dance yourself?"
Claire laughed, flattered. She idly played with a blonde strand of errant hair. "Oh, not since I was a teenager. I'm afraid I'd make a fool of myself." Despite her words, she was intrigued. It has been years since she felt the intensity of interest from another person, even if it was her daughter's dance teacher.
"Nonsense," Elise said, her tone playful but earnest. "I'd love to show you a few steps sometime. Just for fun. No pressure."
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