I am going to write some of my fantasies, things I use when I'm playing with myself. Mostly, they start off from things that have happened in real life, but then extend into what I would have liked to happen which, of course, is the fantasy element. I'll indicate where the fantasy kicks in with an (f) in the text.
I'm waiting my turn to go on stage. This is my last ever school concert and, for a change, I'm dancing, not playing my violin. I'm wearing a black leotard, with a black net skirt behind, and black tights. I'm not wearing panties. Just, well, just because. I'm sitting on a bench outside the hall and waiting for my turn. My heels are up on the bench and, from time to time, I look down at my crotch. I can smell my sex and I know I am wet. I usually am these days. I wonder if it will show through! Wouldn't that be horny! Sitting outside the front of the hall, I am alone. The door opens and a man, one of the dads I presume, leaves. He catches my eyes, smiles, and asks where the toilets are. I tell him. I notice his eyes scan me and linger at my crotch! Ohhh, that's thrilling! I wonder if he will do more than pee in there? I take another look down. There is visible wetness, no wonder he looked. There's a good 15 minutes before my turn. Why did I get changed so early? I reach down and work my finger under the gusset of my leotard. Fuck! I'm much wetter than I thought! My clit is aching to be touched. Maybe I could? I work my finger up to my sweet spot. Ohhhh, she is sensitive! I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. I stroke gently. I feel the wetness, the hardness of my erotic nub against the roughness of my tights. I am really close! Already. I reach to my breasts. No need for a bra, of course, so I slip my hand into the neckline of the leotard. I find I could slip it off my shoulder easily. If I wanted to, I could even expose my tiny little tittie! I tweak the nipple hard and I feel the fresh air on it. There is a ripping sensation! The material has given way and torn! My breast is now fully exposed and, worse than that, my finger has poked a hole in my tights and the hole has caused a run that goes over my left hip. Fuck, I'm so close though. I imagine what I must look like from a distance, leotard ripped, tights ripped, and a finger deep inside my quim. I cum. Strongly and with repeated contractions. Each forcing a whispered “fuck” from my lips. I come down from my orgasm and open my eyes. That's when I see him. He's just standing there looking at me. He takes his jacket off and takes a pace toward me. "Thank you. That was the most erotic thing I've ever seen." His kind eyes and beautiful melodic voice almost make me cream myself more than I have already. He drapes his jacket round my shoulders and re-enters the hall. I go backstage and hurriedly crawl into a fresh pair of tights and a borrowed leotard just as I am announced. As my foot hits the stage, I realize that this leotard is warm, and moist! I do my ballet routine knowing I am dancing in another girl’s wetness. Afterwards, backstage, I find his jacket. In the pocket are some business cards. I keep one and, after the show, hand my benefactor back his jacket. Again, that soft, melodic voice fills the air. "I hope I'll be seeing more of you." He doesn't know it yet, but he most certainly will.
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