Katie is 20. She’s one of millions for whom the Royal Ballet offers only firmly closed doors, but she is a good dancer, and will, at least for a while, make a living dancing in shows, or on cruise ships. I asked her what the attraction was, but as an accomplished ice-dancer myself, I had a good idea what she might tell me.
“So, what’s the big attraction?”
“Where else do you get paid for wearing next to nothing and knowing at least half your audience is watching you, and planning to rub one out over you later?”
“Well, I suppose you could be a stripper?”
“Nah…..it’s a rough old world in these sleazy strip joints and pole dancing clubs. Fuck that.”
“So? Typical day?”
“Climb into the leotard…see…right there, tight fitting, even wearing tights it feels nice, if you get my drift. And an hour into rehearsals, if they’re working you hard, there’s sweat and girl cum in the air. Lovely.”
“So, are dancers all as highly sexed as you?”
“Dunno…a lot are. You know what it’s like after a good work out….you need something to relieve the tension….I’m far from the only one to have a quick wank in the breaks….then there’s the nudity of course. There’s no modesty in a chorus girl’s dressing room….tits and pussies everywhere you look.”
“And a fair bit of lesbian action, I imagine.”
“Not as much as you’d think. I guess some have dabbled at one time or another, and some most certainly are dykes to their finger tips, but it’s not one big fuckfest.” (Pity)
“So……sexiest moment?”
“Oh fuck…way too many to tell….hmmm…ok…my first big contract was in a revue company. Fucking awful, third-rate acts, with dance numbers in between. We were in a huge theatre, 2500 seats, and a really big, cavernous stage. Rehearsals were ok, but when we did a costume run through, the bikini thing ….studded with diamantés, and stiff as fucking cardboard was a bitch. We had rough fishnets under and nothing else. So, we’re going through the routine, and this bikini bottom was holding the tights really hard against me…so much so, I started to get turned on. The end of the routine had us standing, feet crossed, one foot forward, one hand up in the air and the other on our hips. Just as I crossed my feet and stretched my foot forward, I fucking came! I was only 18, and I thought everyone would know. I know now that some of the girls do get really turned on during a number though.”
She pauses for breath. “I suppose another one was that I did a dance workshop….one of those post-modern things. It was run by a real old dyke, and she decided we should all dance naked. She tried to justify it as an extension of Martha Graham, but I just thought the old trout got off on seeing a lot of teenage girls naked. I have to admit, it was fun though…sexy too, when we started dancing with partners and in small groups. Tits and cunts everywhere. It’s hard to remain professional, when your face is inches away from another dancer’s twat….and she’s wet as fuck.”
Then she asked me about my ice dance experiences. Now, I did ice dance competitively, but I had no interest in Nationals or Olympic sport….ice dance was….is….something I do for fun, not to have my love for it kicked to fuck by the pressures of international competition.
“From the moment I get changed, I know what’s coming. Tights, leotard, no panties of course, skates, and then, just think of the moves on the ice where our crotches are on display! I have a special, really old leotard that is so worn, it’s lost its shape. It disappears between my labia if I’m not wearing tights….and it’s just the right colour to show really dark if….when…I get juicy. And yes, I always….always….masturbate during a session.”
She wanted a ‘for instance’. “Ok, this one particular day, I was halving with another girl. (Ie sharing the rink 50/50) she was really into it and definitely working her tits off with a view to competing nationally and beyond one day. She was only 14, but fuck me…could she skate! I have routines I like and when one of us was playing our music, the other improvised. All good practice. We took a break after an hour and a half, and I went to the lavatory. I hadn’t intended to wank off…well..not at that point anyway…..when the other door went and someone crashed into the stall next to me. The next thing I heard were the unmistakable sounds of frantic masturbation….along with the equally unmistakable young girl’s voice! She really didn’t give a shit either. “Oohh you fucker…..cum, you fucking cunt,” followed by a long series of grunts and moans….I felt like giving her a round of applause.”
Katie didn’t reply for a few seconds. Then she said, “I could so do with a cum right now!“ Statement? Question? Somewhere between the two? Again, with no real physical awareness of how we moved, we ended up on a couch, her one end, me the other, her naked from the waist down, me likewise, but also with my t shirt pulled right up. I love having my tits out when I cum.
We didn’t do one another, but now and then the backs of our hands touched as we did ourselves. I guess we must have moved a bit closer too. No, we didn’t ‘trib meaning that we didn’t rub labia together, but for me, anyway, something way more exciting happened. (Actually, I want to do real, full-on tribbing at some point) but at some point our holes were almost touching. As we both focused on our clits, I doubt you could have got a page from a book between our vulvas.
Then the most marvelous thing happened. Katie came, and as her vagina convulsed, I felt tiny, almost imperceptible puffs of air on my wetness….which promptly sent me over into a wild orgasm. Too wild, because, and this is something I will definitely set up again, I not only squirted, but somehow, I managed to squirt up her hole!
Miss Brain immediately got her sketch book out and drew up plans for how I can get Emily (or Dani) to squirt inside me, and me inside them….assuming they’re ok with it.
Katie stood up and gave a little push which rewarded her with a trickle down her inside leg. “Hey, bitch, you came inside me!”
Miss brain was on page two of her notebook by now and was suggesting things that even made me blush! That’s not to say I won’t try them though! “Oops….sorry.” Yeah, I know…weak huh?”
Katie stayed for the afternoon, and teased Dani. Little does Katie know that Dani could show her a thing or two. Finally the question that was the elephant in the room.
“So….come on, Katie….have you ever had full-on sex with another girl?”
“That obvious, huh? Well, like we just did, I’ve jilled off with a friend…actually two or three sometimes, but you mean…full-on…licking and fingering?” I nodded. “No. I know this sounds mean, but, I’d like to experience a girl doing it to me, but I don’t want to do it back. Since that’s horribly unfair, I guess it’ll never happen.”
She was quite wrong. It did happen. And Katie came in a number of orally-inspired ways. My tongue on her clit, my tongue up her hole and my fingers on her clit….fingers on clit, tongue up her arse….and finally, tongue on clit and two fingers buried to the knuckles up her tight arsehole.
I’ve always believed it’s a privilege to be allowed to make someone cum.
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