School Concert

I was wearing a black leotard and a black chiffon wrap around skirt. No shoes, and nothing under the leotard.  I remember waiting in the wings to go on and suddenly feeling very exposed. There would be hundreds of pairs of eyes on me, and I wasn’t wearing very much!  My music started and I leaned on stage feeling very odd between my legs. As I danced, I imagined the men in the audience staring every time I opened my legs. What if they could see how wet I was getting? What if I wanted them to see how wet I was getting?  The dance proceeded and I must admit, I quite consciously opened my legs much further than I normally would. (Sickle foot be damned). That little dance was the very first time I got really horny in public. I felt my nipples rock hard and clearly visible. The end of the dance involved me trotting down the centre aisle and out of the back doors of the hall. As I did so, I was acutely conscious of my sweaty, girly scent. There was no way the men present sitting next to the aisle wouldn’t have smelled me, and even that heightened my arousal. By the time I made it to the door, I was a mess....literally.  I sat on a bench outside the hall getting my breath back, but I must say that I was panting as much through sexual excitement than the efforts of the dance. As I sat there one of the dads came outside and looked right into my eyes and smiled. There is only one way to describe his smile, and that is “cunt wetting”. I’m sure he was just being polite, but he smiled and said “that was beautiful.” Was it my imagination that he was looking directly at my crotch? Imagination or wishful thinking! I know I wasn’t sitting in the most lady-like of ways! He passed by and I caught a whiff of his aftershave and that horny “man” scent. Although at that exact moment, a piece of cardboard would have made me horny!  No use, I had to do something about it. I dived into the nearest lavatory. And it was a boys toilet! Perhaps that made it all the more sexy. I’m sure lots of boys have a quick wank in there every day, but I locked myself in a cubicle and pulled my leotard to one side. Sure enough there was a thick, creamy stain and my cunt was dripping. Holding it to one side, I rubbed my clit furiously. The result was a fast, angry cum. The finale involved a group dance with me and three other girls. As we danced, my partner kept looking at me oddly and sniffing. Her eyes darted down to my crotch and I instantly knew that she knew what I’d done in both gettinghorny and masturbating.  I think that was just about the first time I was acutely conscious of the sheer power of my sex. I, like all women, have this immense gift. I can allow others into my body, I can arouse by sight or scent. That “keep yourself scrupulously clean” is bollocks.  I remember at home later that night discovering just how much of a mess that leotard was in.  Since then, I’ve discovered something else. The age of consent here is 16.....which makes 15 year olds extremely upset! I was definitely ready for sex when I was 15. I knew what I wanted, what I was doing and the risks involved. And I wasn’t stupid either.  My cherry? Well......like most dancers, it sorted itself out. When I was 13, I could clearly feel it and I could just, very very carefully get a little finger through the hole in the middle. But one day, I realised it just wasn’t there any more. I guess I’d torn it during exercise or dancing or horse riding or bike riding. I do remember finding some blood on my knickers mid cycle once, maybe that was it. The remainder of that year was one of memories, really. Lots of things came into focus, like early sexual feelings and knowing them for what they really were. And also, more importantly, recognising that sometimes, maybe often, when I sat with my legs apart, it was more deliberate than accidental.  I realised my curiosity was far stronger than I thought. Looking at the other girls in the showers, looking at boys and imagining what their cocks looked like. And yes, imagining my brother wanking, or my sister, for that matter. I knew about incest, but somehow the fact that it’s forbidden only makes it more delicious....like the 15 year old thing in a way. Forbidden yet yummy!  I loved the way dirty words would send a tingle directly to my tits or my clit, and if me and my friends had a dirty conversation, I would go dry mouthed and my heart would race. I wasn’t dry anywhere else though! My pussy seems to get a lot wetter than others. Some of my friends definitely don’t get as wet as I do. Kate doesn’t,  Ah well, memories, eh?