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We are in the middle of the summer and I'm still working, sitting on my desk and making some reports.

I'm so tired that I can't focus my mind, which is wandering from one idea to another. Present and past events are crossing my mind in a continuous flow.

I stand up and go to the window, looking at the people who are passing by the street. Now, I'm looking to the other side of the street and I can see an old door of a club.

Suddenly, a very powerfully feeling crosses my being. First I don't know why, then I remember an old story from the period I was a student.

Our university had organized a great party, where all the students were invited. That party took place into that club. I had just finished my dance course and I vas a specialist in dancing polka, which the majority didn't know.

As I didn't see anyone around to dance with me, I went to my dance professor, asking her to dance with me. First she was too surprised to react, then she agreed, knowing I was a good dancer.

I should tell you that I was in love with her from the very first moment I saw her refined and graceful movements and I was dreaming to touch her body one day, and not in our dance lessons.

She had very long and graceful legs, a wasp-like waist and a pair of round and firm breasts. Not to talk about her movements, which were divine! I had dreamed for many times, in the middle of my dance lesson, that I was taking off her clothes and caressing her curves.

Holding her body into my arms while dancing that polka made me want her even more, feeling her warm body pressing mine from time to time in the rhythm of the music.

I was voiceless when, at the end of the dance, she said to me: 'I know a new dance, which I'll be delighted to teach you if you want to come to my place at the end of the party'.

I tried not to jump up and down and yell 'yes', because my dream of being alone with her was about to come true. I expected impatiently for the end of the party to come, thinking of the rest of the night, which was unpredictable.

We finally arrived at her place and she put on a tape, asking me to sit down on her bad. She kept her promise to show me a new dance. Soon after my entering her room I could hear a sensual music coming from the other room and she appeared in the doorframe and began to make a striptease for me.

She was completely in white. As she headed towards me, moving her hips in the rhythm of the music, she began to unbutton her dress, letting it fall down the floor.

She kept moving in front of me, wearing a transparent white nylon bra and panties, a laced white girdle, net stockings and very high healed shoes.

She turned back and slowly let her hair loose and fall down along her shoulders up to her waistline, arching her back and head, caressing her buttocks with her hair, while her arms crossed moving the strips of her bra along her shoulder, letting them fall down to her arms and slowly unhook her bra.

She removed her bra, showing me her back, then her panties rolling down the floor, her buttocks in the air, her nipples touching the carpet. Then she sneaked up to the edge of the bed, putting her legs on it as to take off her girdle.

As one of her leg was bent from her knee, I could see the lips of her vulva half-opened and glittering from her liquid. I covered her entrance with my mouth, putting my tongue into her vagina, darting it in and out and feeling her muscles strengthening around my tongue.

She was fully wet and we both were very excited from her dance, which was her best prelude. She was still wearing her net stockings and white shoes, which excited me even more when massaging her thighs, while licking her vulva.

I laid her down the bed, spreading her legs completely and penetrating her up to her cervix, feeling her tight vagina, pressing and rubbing my large penis in it and we both begin to have a great orgasm, giving our beings completely to each other.

The rest of the night turned into a long, delicious orgasm...

A sharp sound made me wake up from my daydream. It was the tea-maker announcing that the tea was ready.