It was purely by accident. I was in the studio that day to see Autumn, the dancer who I would be collaborating with at the next cabaret. She heard me read my poems at an open mic a few months ago, and she wanted to do an act together. When I arrived, no one was in the bare front room. A calendar with photos of pointe shoes hung on the wall behind an empty desk. The afternoon sun glared against the dust. No music was playing, and I couldn't hear any movement, so I started walking down the hallway. I called out to see if anyone was there, but no one answered.
I heard her before I saw her; a whimper of release. The first two rooms were empty. In the third, I found Autumn facing the mirrored walls. She was nude, sitting with her legs spread and back arched. Her skin looked even paler than I remembered in the room's shadows. One hand squeezed her breasts and the other pushed two fingers inside her cunt. I could smell her from the doorway. She found my eyes in the mirror and smiled. Her pubic hair was dark and shocking against her fingers. Her black hair was pulled into a bun, though it was falling out of its pins. I watched her and felt myself getting hard. She didn't turn around. She pulled her hair down to fall over her chest. It reached all the way down to her navel and hid her nipples.
I stayed in the doorway and kept from touching myself. She began rubbing her clit in circles with her hand; her noises began to deepen. She didn't break eye contact with me. Her body was soft in shape, and her hips found a rhythm quickly. She pushed against the floor with her ass. I wanted to lick her, thrust my tongue deep inside of her so I could taste what I was smelling. But I didn't move toward her.
She asked me what it felt like-I was surprised by her voice. I told her that it felt hard. Full. She inhaled sharply, and I couldn't stop myself. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down enough that she could see me stroke my cock in the mirror. I was fully erect. Her fingers slowed against her clit as she watched me pull hard from the base. We watched each other move. I began to thrust my hips, one hand against the doorway. She whimpered, and I watched the sweat slide down her back.
Our breathing became more shallow. I rubbed the tip of my cock and watched her lean back and insert her pinky into her ass. Everything I could have done she did herself. I could see her wet glimmering and dripping between her labia. She found my eyes again and began to shake. She said it was happening and fell back onto the floor, letting out a sharp, wild cry in the silent studio. It hardly sounded human. I came just after her, shooting hard and holding onto the doorway for support. She didn't see it happen, but she heard me. She sat up slowly and leaned against her hands, watching me in the mirror with her legs out in front of her. She hadn't turned around once. I was still squeezing the rest of it out. We said nothing, just watched each other in the mirror as the sun changed the shapes of the room. Her smell still hung heavy in the air.