Brazen Ballerina’s Taboo Sexcapades

This is a work of fiction. Although many general ballet class descriptions are based on actual practices, the characters' behavior and exploits are fantasy embellishments created for this story. Any similarity to any event or person, living or dead, at any time is purely coincidental and unintentional. Everyone is over 18.

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Kristie gathered her three best friends and roommates—Jade, Sammi, and Mara—around her and smiled mischievously. "Sorry I'm so late," she said, slightly flushed. I had the most fantastic week; it involved teasing a guest teacher at ballet." Kirstie was in her first year dancing with a professional ballet company. She looked from one of her friends to the other, enjoying their mixed expressions of confusion and curiosity. Let the anticipation build a little. "And for starters, he got a hard-on in front of me today."

"What? Shut. Up," Sammi exclaimed, then leaned in towards her ballerina friend. "OK. All the details, Now. Who was he, and what did you do?" 

Jade's and Mara's eyes lit up attentively. They smiled gleefully, loving a bit of juicy gossip. And hearing about an erotic adventure.

Kristie rubbed her hands in anticipation of sharing her erotic tale. "OK, so...   we had a really gorgeous guest ballet teacher for our company classes this week: Yuri Marchenko. He's a principal dancer with the American Ballet Company in New York and is a big star who's known worldwide. Also, he's handsome, has a great body, dreamy eyes, and is very friendly."

"So... in other words, perfect." Sammi tried to look skeptical but couldn't keep her eyes from twinkling.

"Well, he's pretty darn close to a perfect male specimen, at least as far as I've ever seen." Kristie looked at her friends with feigned earnestness. "I mean, seriously. He's a professional ballet dancer—sets a pretty high barre." She chuckled at her own play on words.

"All right; fine then, whatever," Sammi said. "Let's hear about how you excited Mr. Perfect Ballet Guy."

"Wait, how old is he?" Mara interjected. "You're not teasing an old geezer, are you? Might give him a heart attack."

"Not an old geezer, not even close." Kristie shook her head. "Maybe late twenties, definitely under thirty." Kristie was nineteen. Mara and Sammi were both twenty, and Jade, at the advanced age of twenty-two, was the older matriarch of the group.

"Well, that makes him too old for you anyway, so I guess it's good you stuck with teasing." Sammi looked at Kristie with suspicion. "That is all you did, right?"

Jade followed the banter somewhat impatiently. Although a lesbian, she appreciated a fine male specimen and loved tantalizing stories. "We'll find out if she ever gets to tell her story. OK, so he's perfect, sexy, older than you, but not really old. Mmm, sounds divine." She smiled lasciviously. "I can't wait to hear all about how you teased and gave your ballet teacher a boner. On with your story, please."

Kristie nodded, took a gathering breath, and exhaled. "We found out on Friday that Yuri would teach the company's daily training/warm-up class for a week starting Monday, and everyone was pretty excited to have a ballet star teach. We all knew who he was, and the lucky ones of us had seen him dance. But most of us hadn't seen him in person, so we didn't know what to expect.  

"Our excitement was ballet-focused: how Yuri would teach, whether we would make a good impression, and the thrill of having a top-ranked professional teach us." Kristie bit her lip. "I, at least, didn't expect him to be the living god of sexiness."

"After we hear your details, we need to see this guy," Mara said. I suppose it would be easy to find him online."

Kristie nodded, "Of course; he's all over the internet. Photos and videos. Easy to find."

"And, please get to the juicy parts a bit quicker," Sammi said. "I think we get the idea he is practically perfect in every way—a real Mary Poppins man." She smiled wryly. "Tell us about teasing him—what did you do?"

"I don't mind hearing about how gorgeous he is," countered Mara. "Guys always seem fine with commenting and drooling over hot girls; why can't we over a man?"

Sammi tipped a fake hat to Mara. "Touché. Good point there." She turned to Kristie. "But please get on with it anyway." The three friends laughed.

"Fine." Kristie shook her head. "OK. So, I tried to look my best for class on Monday out of respect and to make a good impression." 

Kristie paused and regarded her non-ballet friends. "Let me first clarify what women typically wear in ballet because it's important for what happened later." She sorted her thoughts.

"We wear thin, very light-colored pink tights on our legs—they look almost white and come up to our waist, like pantyhose. On top, we wear leotards of any color. Ballet leotards resemble a one-piece bathing suit; the top can be a tank, camisole, or short or long sleeves. Some wear their tights over the outside of their leotards, but the classic look is tights under and leotard over."

Kristie grinned. "Imagine nylon pantyhose and a one-piece bathing suit over the top. But not so weird looking; I'm just trying to clarify the configuration. I personally wear my leotards over my tights." Her friends nodded their understanding.

"So, back to my class with our hot guest teacher. I wore a pretty yellow leotard that set off my tawny skin tone nicely. I'd worn it before but never thought of it as particularly sexy or different from my others. It was later that I realized that my darker nipples were partially visible through the lighter-colored fabric." 

Kristie's grandmother was Japanese. From her, Kristie inherited straight black hair, deep brown eyes, a petite figure, golden skin, and dark pink nipples. She was exotically beautiful—Caucasian with a hint of Asian, creating an undefinable and alluring look.

Seeing Jade's face perk up at her description of her nipple's visibility, Kristie clarified. "My nipples were not blatantly showing. Looking carefully, you could see a hint of color and enough outline to make out their size and shape."

Jade was tracking Kristie's narrative perfectly. "And someone in particular noticed—looked carefully?" Her eyes crinkled.

"Bingo. I eventually understood that I was showing a hint of nip and that Yuri was arranging ways to see me. At least, it seemed that way to me. I hadn't expected anything remotely like it—but once I realized he was looking, it made me think about showing him intentionally."

"Back up a minute. How'd he do that without being obvious?" Mara asked with interest. "Not like guys can just openly stare at a stranger's boobs without getting in trouble."

"Well, it's different in a ballet class," Kristie said. "The teacher scrutinizes everyone's bodies, from all angles, from a distance and close-up. They often walk up and touch us—move our arms, correct a foot, and put our shoulders in the right position. We don't think it's an invasion of personal space or inappropriate. It's just how things work, necessary to get the dancers in the correct positions." Kristie smiled, a distant look on her face that made her friends wonder what was running through her mind.

"I don't blame him for getting distracted by your boobs," Jade said. "You're pretty perfect there."

Kristie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. If you like tiny titties." 

"I like tiny titties," Mara offered. "If that's how you define yours."

"Have to agree with Mara," Sammi said. "You have top-shelf tits in my book. And I wouldn't say they're tiny—just compact. I think they're perfect."

The four roommates had a uniquely close relationship. They were a tight group that freely discussed each other's bodies, sex lives, and fantasies and often saw each other naked while showering, changing, or playfully flashing. Several times, they'd played games like Truth or Dare, which usually included touching, doing something nude, or varying degrees of sexual interplay with each other. They'd even reached the point where masturbating in front of each other or together was frequent enough that they felt natural and unabashed doing so.

Kristie rolled her eyes, refocused the conversation, and continued. "Well, thanks for that; I like all your boobs, too. But as I was saying, Yuri was walking through the class, as most teachers do, calling out corrections and telling us what to improve. Then he stopped next to me as I was arching my upper body back like this." 

Kristie demonstrated what she meant by lifting one arm in a curve over her head and arching back, which thrust her tits forward and pulled her t-shirt tight across her chest.  

Her friends noted the view—nipples visibly poking, clearly outlined—and tried to picture her doing that in her ballet class. Wondered if her teachers saw that every day.

"Did your nipples show in class to him as much as they do here through your t-shirt?" Jade asked.

"Probably more so," Kristie giggled. Leotards are tight, stretchy, and clingy, and mine was also a light color." 

Sammi's eyes lit up with interest. "I can picture that. No wonder he stopped to 'help' you." 

Kristie blew an air kiss to Sammi. "Anyway, Yuri stood, watched me, and told me to keep my shoulders down. Unless he had a vision problem, he could certainly see the outline and color of my nipples as I stretched back."

"So what made you think he was more focused on your boobs in particular compared to the other girls' boobs? If every day he sees a roomful of tits in leotards?" Mara asked.

The mental image of many girls in tight, see-through leotards all lining up and pressing their tits out flashed through Jade's mind. "Fuck, a room full of sexy ballerina boobs; I think I'm going to start taking ballet," she muttered.  

Jade once had a brief sexual fling with Kristie, who, along with Mara and Sammi, was bisexual. But nothing evolved into anything permanent or romantic. They remained close friends and often bantered and teased each other sexually.  

Kristie batted Jade's arm. "Perv. And what, my pert little boobies aren't enough for you? You need to see a whole room full of ballerina boobies?"

Before Jade could offer a pithy response, Sammi jumped in and pretended to be indignant towards Jade. "And ditto for us. I thought you liked Mara's and my boobs as well." She looked at Mara as if seeking confirmation. "But, I suppose if you've seen enough of ours and have lost interest, we can always save you from getting bored and keep them to ourselves." Her lilting, teasing voice caused Jade to smile and shake her head.

"I surrender," Jade laughed, holding up her hands. "You three win; I love all of your boobs and don't need to see any other tits or ballerina boobies. Please don't deprive me of the pleasure of seeing your 'mazing mammaries." Jade clasped her hands as if pleading, and they all laughed.  

"I think we've gotten off track here, guys," Mara said. "Let's get back to Kristie flaunting her sexy tits at Mr. Ballet Adonis."

"Hey, I wasn't flaunting them; I was just doing the ballet exercise." Kristie giggled. "At least I wasn't flaunting anything yet."

"So, back to my question. What happened differently with you than the other girls, so you knew Mr. McGorgeous was checking you out?" Mara reined them in and got back on topic.

"Well, as I was trying to say," Kristie said. "Yuri started coming by and giving me corrections more often than the others, usually when I was stretching my upper body. I got personal corrections several times before I sensed that he was checking me out."

Kirstie smiled and nodded. "I definitely knew Yuri had a clear look during one backstretch when he stood and faced me, supported my back with one hand, and pressed down the bottom of my ribs in front with the other. He told me to relax and not pop my ribs out. With eyes about a foot from my boobs, supposedly looking down at my ribs, he couldn't miss my nipples. His hands on my ribs were inches from my boobs, which were directly in front of him."

"Wow; how did he do that so it wasn't obvious to others he was checking out your tits?" Mara asked.

"He focused on his ballet corrections and said something like, 'Lift from the back so you can relax your ribcage,' as he guided me bending back."

Mara leaned in with interest. "Damn, how did that make you feel?"

Kristie shifted her eyes, remembering. "I felt kind of nervous, a little confused, and a lot flattered—I got goosebumps on my arms and butterflies in my belly. I mean...   this gorgeous, famous man singled me out and thought I was hot. Or, if not hot, and least interesting. Or maybe he just liked my nipples."

Kristie pondered, head tilted slightly and eyes looking up. "I mostly liked knowing that I was attractive to this handsome older man, a man of power, a man who could probably fuck any girl in the class if he wanted to. That was sexy to me." She smiled coyly. "And my nipples got rock hard when he stood and touched me so close to them—I could feel them pressing against my leotard. No way he could have missed that."

"Mmm, fun. What happened next?" Jade waggled her eyebrows up and down playfully. "I assume this was the beginning of your most recent quest to tease and show off your sexy body."

The women had spent the summer playing gradually more risqué public "games" involving flashing or exposing themselves. In controlled settings, they would let men get a peek down their shirts—usually without a bra—or sit across on a train and "inadvertently" let their skirt ride up, sometimes without panties.  

They would challenge each other to do some type of exposure or pair up, with one observing and the other exposing. Sometimes, they would do something independently and share the details with the others, as Kristie did with her friends.

"Yes, the beginning of a noble—and fruitful—quest to... hmm." Kristie paused. "I'm not sure exactly what my goal was: give him a thrill, embarrass him, turn him on, turn myself on, or just have fun being naughty—maybe a bit of everything.  

"In any case, nothing more happened that day. But I was intrigued and wanted to try some of our flashing games on him. You know, like we did last month, where we "accidentally" let those guys in the Mall see down our tops and showed part of our bum cheeks sticking out the bottom of our shorts." Kristie bent forward and wriggled her shoulders as if showing a view down her top.

"The thought of showing off parts of me that normally don't show, and to such a special guest, was exciting. So over the next couple of days, I tried a few things to see if I could catch Yuri's attention, see if I had the guts to give him a visual treat or two." Kristie smiled at the earnest look on her friends' faces; they were enthralled by her narrative.

"Yuri had sort of seen my nipples a little already, so I thought I'd focus lower. But even a spread-wide view between my legs wearing my tights and leotard wouldn't do because everyone sees each other doing that all the time in ballet. So I needed to do something more unexpected and risqué."

"Ooh, I like where this is going," Jade said, rubbing her hands like a pirate lusting over a treasure.

"I paid attention to how he taught, moved among us, and focused while teaching to give me ideas. I came up with a nice one, I think." Kristie paused, deciding how best to relate her escapades.

"OK, so, the bigger context. Usually, for part of each class, we stretch—standing with one leg on the horizontal wooden ballet barre, sitting or lying on the floor, or standing and lifting a leg high in the air with a hand. I noticed that Yuri would often walk by and look at me when we did something with one of our legs up. I mean, lifted very high, sometimes to the side almost by our ears or straight behind my back, lifted towards the ceiling.

"The leotard I had on the second day he taught was a spaghetti strap camisole top. My idea—to show off more to him—was to adjust the bottom part." Kristie saw that her friends were following closely.

"During a bathroom break, I subtly rolled the bottom edges of my leotard under, so it cut high up on my sides and butt cheeks, kind of like a French cut. In doing that, the fabric between my legs also narrowed. It covered my pussy and looked normal when just standing or when my legs were low, but not when stretched or pulled.

"When stretching, depending on the angle and how extreme my legs were split, the thin strip of my leotard between my legs pulled tighter and thinner. This exposed dark wisps of my pubic hair on each side of my leotard—visible through my light pink tights. I maybe even showed the edge of my pussy lips. A peek at what is not trimmed or shaved and would normally be hidden by even small bikinis."

The girls all pictured Kristie's feathery wisps of pubes visible through her light tights outside the edges of her leotard, imagining what would have been visible to the ballet teacher. How Kristie's puffy labia were barely covered by a tiny strip of spandex. More than one felt a warm wave of arousal ripple through their loins.  

"Fuck; OK, now I'm seriously thinking about starting ballet," Jade said in mock earnest. "I feel I'd have a real affinity for it; maybe even a new career for me."

The other three women ignored her.

"Damn, girl, you are quite the little slut," Sammi said to Kristie with a laugh. "I think I would get visibly wet if I did something like that. I know that because I'm getting wet imagining you doing it."

Kristie smiled, eyes twinkling. "I felt so naughty and loved thinking he was looking at me—looking sexually. Appreciating seeing me and maybe getting turned on." 

Kristie shrugged. "I had no way of knowing for sure that he was peeking—at first." She grinned. "Then, when I was lifting my leg to the back, he stepped right behind me, took my foot and calf with both hands, and lifted my leg higher. High up so it pointed straight up to the ceiling, straight in line with my standing leg—a full standing split." Kristie licked her lips as she recalled the moment.

"So, he couldn't miss seeing the edges of your pussy through your tights," Jade said, nodding. "And with so much showing and such thin fabric, it wouldn't take much to envision the rest of your pleasure box, the little bits still hidden." She smiled and exaggeratedly licked her lips. "Numm."

"That's really hot and brave," Mara said. "It must have been so risky exposing your crotch right there in class, with all the other dancers there."

"I had plausible deniability—everything I did was part of normal ballet routines," Kristie said. "If I 'accidentally' overexposed a bit—not my fault. If the teacher was staring at my split open crotch, not my doing, not my fault." Kristie shrugged. "And same for him; if I was showing peeks of pubes and a bit of pussy lip and he happened to see, not his fault."

"What about the other students in the class?" Mara asked. "Didn't they know something was going on?"

"No, I'm pretty sure they didn't. They wouldn't have seen anything from their angles if they looked, and most dancers are focused and working on their own training anyway.

"I guess so... though I'm not exactly sure how the other dancers couldn't notice something so revealing," said Mara.  

Kristie pondered a moment, then stood and slipped off her shorts. She faced her friends in her panties and moved her feet and legs in various low positions. "See, standing or moving around, everything is covered as if I had a bikini on." She then opened her legs, bent her knees, and pressed her hips forward—pressed her vulva forward.  

Three sets of eyes were captivated as Kristie pulled the edges of her panties inwards to her cleft. Wisps of pubic hair escaped out the sides, and the puffy edges of her labia were exposed and beautiful. "But if the fabric is stretched and narrows..." Kristie paused; she didn't need to complete her sentence—the picture was worth a thousand words. After letting her friends appreciate the view, she let go of her panties and sat down again.

"I'd like to see this vertical split leg position." Jade nodded thoughtfully. "Here's a great idea," she added with enthusiasm. "You can demonstrate with your tights and leotard on so we can see what you mean. And then, for comparison, you can do the same thing naked. I think that's a good plan—so we can compare and contrast how you look doing standing splits dressed and undressed."

"Oh, you'd like that for sure, you horny vixen," Kristie laughed. "I'm pretty sure my 'ballet class' with you would end quickly—and pleasantly. I'm confident you'd think of some delightfully lecherous distraction that would make good use of an open, exposed pussy."

"Can we watch?" Sammi grinned. "Watch, join in... what do you think, Mara?"

"Methinks I'm getting wet thinking about all this," Mara said, sitting and squirming her pelvis. "But I'm sure Kristie has more to her story here." She turned to Kristie. "Unless Sexy-Man got a hard-on right there in class, which it doesn't sound like. You said you tried a few things... "

"Mm-hm." Kristie stretched absently, her compact tits pressing against her t-shirt, nipples erect and poking. The other three women kept picturing her in a ballet class with visible nipples.

Kristie gathered her thoughts. "I kept my leotards rolled smaller like that on the other days, and I'm sure Yuri had quite a few peeks at my crotch. Then, I discovered another easy way to flash—a 'low hanging fruit' idea."

Kristie sat on the floor with her legs bent. "I noticed that the top of some of our leotards gaped slightly when leaning over a certain way, like this."  She leaned forward, picking at her foot to demonstrate.  

"Yuri often seemed to hover around and chat with us when we sat on the floor and changed shoes or fussed with our pointe shoe ribbons. Sometimes, Yuri would crouch next to a girl and point at something on her shoe, which I'm sure he did to get a good down-top view." Kristie chuckled. "Or maybe he didn't, and I'm just a pervert, wishfully thinking."

Mara shook her head. "It sounds like he was pretty obvious, getting right down and looking down girls' tops. No one noticed or said anything when he did that?"

Kristie shook her head. "No, again, it's not as obvious as it sounds. There are legitimate reasons for everything he did—most are just common actions in class. Also, most of us are used to people looking at our bodies and aren't as self-conscious or nervous at close contact as a layman might be. I noticed his possible peeking because I was being super vigilant and watching for it."

"Let me guess," Jade said. "You decided to reward his efforts with a better view."

"Haha, you know me too well, my friend." Kristie shook her head with an impish grin. "I'm sure Yuri never saw an actual nipple with the others. Leotards might gape at the top edge, but they are form-fitted and typically don't gape open all the way down like a blouse does."

Grinning, Kristie lifted her chin proudly. "The key difference here was not what he might have hoped to see on the others, but what he actually saw of me."

"You didn't," Sammi said with a sly smile.

Kristie bit her bottom lip, nodded, and smiled. "I did. I have an old leotard with stretched-out elastic. It doesn't cling along the bottom or pull tightly along the top anymore, so I don't usually wear it by itself.  

"I took the old leotard and worked it a bit, pulling and stretching until it was pretty loose across most of my chest. Loose across and down the front, not just along the top edge. It looked fine doing most things but was loose enough to fully expose my nipples if I leaned forward certain ways and someone was at the right angle to look down. I practiced with a mirror to make sure I knew how to give the best view."

"That sounds hot," Mara said. "Shame we couldn't have been there to see your masterwork." Sammi and Jade nodded their agreement.

"I also rolled the stretched-out bottom seam under to minimize coverage, as I'd done with my other leotards, but this one had the added benefit of non-functioning elastics. When the fabric was pulled and released, it would stay to the side or gape, showing more than just some wisps of pubes."

"Mmm, maybe I'll skip taking ballet classes and jump right ahead to being a guest teacher," Jade said.

Sammi rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure that's how it works." To Kristie, "Please go on."

"So, in class today—Yuri's last day teaching—I planned to try all my tricks using my malfunctioning leotard. I tried 'accidentally' letting him see my crotch while stretching or down my front, but he never seemed to be in the right place at the right time. It wasn't until after class—when a group of us were sitting on the floor taking off our pointe shoes—that I got lucky. Or he got lucky...   or probably we both did."

"Ooh, I can't wait; this sounds delicious," chimed Mara.

"Yuri was chatting and wandering around us, trying to be circumspect in his ogling. I don't think anyone thought anything of it, but I was hyper-aware of our respective positions. I felt him hovering near me, and I looked up and smiled at him. He told me I was working well in class and asked if there was anything I was concerned with or wanted advice about." Kristie's eyes twinkled with delight as she related her experience.  

"As Yuri stood over me, I reached towards my ankle in a way I knew caused my leotard to gape open. He paused, shuffled his feet, and casually mumbled something to another girl. He was trying admirably not to openly peek down my loose top or at least hide the fact he was. But he wasn't very successful at being circumspect." 

Kristie cupped and jiggled her tits. "I knew he could see most of my bare boobs when he peeked down my top, including my nipples. And I loved knowing that. It was fun and thrilling."

"So, more fun than with strangers?" Sammi asked.

"Definitely more fun. I'd always thought I wouldn't want someone I knew to see me flashing, but this was different and super hot. I think I had the confidence to flash Yuri—someone I knew—because he was only with us for five days. I knew I would have no further or ongoing interactions with him beyond that class."

"Hmm. Well, I doubt Mr. Sexy got a hard-on there in class," Jade mused. "So I presume more happened?" She was curious and getting majorly aroused at that point.

Kristie giggled. "I told Yuri that I'd been having trouble with my ankle, that it felt jammed, and that I couldn't properly point my foot. He pressed on and squeezed it, then suggested we go to the staff room so he could take a better look at it for me. Another class was starting in the studio, so we needed to get out of the way and move somewhere else.

"Yuri and I threaded our way through the dancer-filled common area to the staff room, which was empty. In the staff room, I sat on a couch sideways with one leg crossed under me and the other extended forward, slightly bent. I leaned over to show him where my ankle was tight, which caused my top to gape again; that gave him a long, unobstructed view of my nipples and boobs. He lifted my ankle and moved it around, ostensibly testing and examining it. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was staring directly at my tits."

Mara spoke up. "That sounds so hot—how did that feel to you?"

"My nipples were hard, and I swear my boobs were swollen. I was so horny showing my body to this gorgeous man. Part of the allure was that everything we were doing was 'innocent' and theoretically not actually sexual. But the other fun part was that it was also very sexual. I felt desired, appreciated, feminine, and in control. And wet. I loved that he was looking at me."

Sammi had slipped her hand down her loose shorts and casually rubbed herself. "He sure has more self-control than I would've," she surmised. What happened next?"

Kristie squirmed and pulled the damp fabric of her panties out of her cleft. Her wetness made her panties nearly transparent and the shadows of her pussy visible. Telling her story had triggered many of the same feelings and reactions she'd had earlier with Yuri.

"Yuri told me that my ankle needed to be released. He had me lie on my stomach on the floor with one leg bent ninety degrees at the knee so my foot was straight up. He braced the back of my thigh with his knee and tugged my ankle up; something clicked, and it felt great.  

"Then, he had me flip onto my back; he took my bent leg, pressed my knee to my chest, and then rotated it to the side. The movement stretched the narrow strip of my leotard between my legs, causing the loose fabric to move and partially expose my crotch through my tights. He repeated the movements with my other leg."

"Fuck, that's hot," interjected Jade. "I can just picture it. Mmm, I can't believe you did that. I'm getting really horny here."

Kristie giggled." Well, that's pretty hot right there. But now imagine how I felt." She looked at her friends and let the moment gestate, then continued. "I lay there on my back, with my legs being pressed up and opened to the sides by this beautiful man, knowing that the sides of my pussy were showing through my tights. Maybe all of my pussy.  

"My dark pubes would have been clearly visible, and I was so wet my tights were transparent. I was as close to naked as I could be while still dressed. Seen from only a couple feet away. My pussy juice flooded my crotch, which had to have been obvious."

The friends listened to Kristie's description and pictured the entire scene vividly. Each had varying degrees of reaction to her salacious story, but all were wet, aroused, and touching themselves. Mara had joined Sammi with her hand down the front of her panties. And Jade had taken hers off and sat, bottomless but still wearing her shirt, absently rubbing her bare clit without embarrassment.

"Did he touch you or try anything sexual?" Mara asked with shallow breath.

Kristie chuckled. "Patience, my dear. But yes. In fact, I was understating the situation when I told you I saw his boner." Kristie kissed the air towards Mara and smiled at the movement of Mara's hand under her shorts. "I did more than just see it."

"I knew it," Sammi said. "This is getting juicier and sexier all the time. Please carry on."

"Right. By then, Yuri and I knew the other was playing the game: I pretended I was unaware of how much I was showing, and he pretended not to be staring and lusting over me. He did touch my inner thighs and up on my hip flexors, but it wasn't really sexual yet. Or, it kind of was, but they were legitimate touch-points for someone working on sore muscles."

Kirstie smiled at her memory of the scene: how she was lying on her back, having her legs manipulated, with her pussy peeking in and out of view to a man, a near-stranger, who openly drank in the sexy vision before him.

"You said earlier that he got a hard-on in front of you," Jade said. "What did you see?"

"Well, first," Kristie said, her eyes lighting up with the memory. "While he was spreading and stretching my legs and looking at my pussy, he would awkwardly gyrate his pelvis as if trying to adjust his cock. Then, later, when he stood, I saw him turn and shove his hand down his pants and arrange his junk before he could stand in comfort. I saw the outline of his erect cock pressing against his pants for a long moment before he turned away from me."

Sammi abruptly stood. "OK, I'm getting so hot right now. I think I need to get more comfortable for the next chapter of your saga." She lifted her shirt up and off, exposing her firm, round breasts topped with erect pink nipples. "You know how people say, 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do?' Well, in this case, I'm going to do a whole lot of things Mr. Ballet couldn't do."  

With a grin, Sammi pulled off her shorts and ran her hands over her naked body. Then, she leaned back against the couch and began openly swirling her fingers around her pussy. "Go on," she said to Kristie. Tell us more—about how you did more than just see Mr. Sexy's hard dick."

Kristie shook her head, turned to Jade and Mara, and grinned. "We might as well get comfortable, too." Jade and Mara laughed and pulled off their shirts and shorts, joining Sammi's nudity. Kristie pulled her top off and freed her swollen breasts, then pulled off her panties and freed her wet, aroused pussy. The four naked women sat in a circle, hands wandering freely over their bare skin, their swollen breasts, erect nipples, and erect clits.

"OK, I know we're all having fun chatting, but can I suggest we let Kristie tell her story without interruptions, please," Mara said. "I'm so horny here; I just want to lie back, listen to everything, and get into the whole tawdry story." She looked at Sammi and Jade, who both nodded.  

"Silence in the peanut gallery—got it," Jade grinned. "I look forward to all the hot, juicy details." She turned to Kristie. "Regale us with the rest of your tale, ma'am."

Kristie sat up straight, glanced at each of her sexy, naked friends, and smiled. "Sounds like a plan—story time it is." She bit her lip and looked up as if thinking, then counted off on her fingers. "So, in the staff room, pulled and released my ankle, moved my legs around, exposed my pussy through my wet tights, and saw Yuri's visible hard-on through pants." 

Kristie nodded her head in confirmation with herself. "OK, this is what happened next. In juicy detail, as requested." Her three naked roommates eagerly looked on, hanging on every word.

*****

I lay on my back as Yuri manipulated my legs. Looked at my crotch. Who knows what he was thinking. He told me he was feeling some resistance and that I probably had a tight muscle or spasm in my hamstring or inner thigh. I said that I was feeling some pulling when I did specific movements. He started to knead my thighs, probing as if trying to locate and loosen up the problem area. I lay still, relishing his powerful and sensual touch.

"You're very tight here," Yuri said, pushing his thumbs on my inner thigh just millimeters from my puffy pussy lips. I could feel my labia pull open and together as he kneaded my groin muscles. I was acutely aware that my thin, pale pink tights were not effectively covering anything outside my leotard's narrow strip of stretched fabric. He could see my pubic hair and my labia flashing in and out of view with his movement.

I couldn't help moaning with arousal. The physical contact and the emotional and psychological atmosphere turned me on. But I paused a moment, considering whether I wanted things to go further—it's one thing to expose your privates, even close-up, and another to include sexual touching. A higher level of contact.  I also thought Yuri might not want more—he might have been happy with only our little peekaboo game. I decided to test the waters to see how things would naturally progress.

"I can feel the tension right in here," I said. I pressed my fingers along the edge of my pussy lips, mashing them, then "inadvertently" hooked a finger and pulled my leotard's loose fabric off to the side of my labia. With my leotard out of the way, only my thin, damp tights stood between my sopping pussy and Yuri's eyes and fingers. His view was nearly unobstructed since my tights were transparent due to their wetness. I held my fingers in place with my pussy on display. Inviting. I waited to see what he would do.

Yuri paused a moment—maybe 'froze' is the better term—as I exposed myself to him. Showed my open, aroused pussy to my teacher, to that handsome, sexy man. A ballet god. I was so horny. I wanted him to touch me... I didn't care if it was wrong, or taboo, or if I got in trouble.

"Erm, yes... tension," Yuri stammered. "I can feel that." He moved his fingers from plausible denial to pleasurable embrace. He tentatively stroked along my tights over my vulva, down to just above my anus, and back up the other side. The back of his fingers slid under the narrow strip of my loose leotard, pushing it further away from my exposed sex, causing my vagina to tingle and my belly to flutter.

My abs undulated, and a new surge of wetness escaped my vagina, further soaking my tights. "Mmm, yes, that's where I'm tense," I muttered.

Yuri's fingers became more assertive as he realized I was welcoming his sexual touch. I heard his breathing quicken with excitement. He pressed the fabric of my tights—only slightly thicker than nylon stockings—into my folds as he stroked up and down my cleft, finally reaching and circling my clit. My pussy quivered as he brushed over my erect nub, then I groaned as he trapped my clit between his fingertips and began circling, rubbing. "Oh, god, yes, that's so good," I moaned.

A jolt of electric energy shot from my boobs to my pussy as his other hand slipped under the gaping top of my leotard and cupped my bare breast. He caressed my tits, my nipples hard against his palm, and rolled my nipples between his fingers. The combination of his hand on my naked tits and his fingers vigorously rubbing my clit caused burning sexual energy to radiate from my loins.  

I reached up and pulled the straps of my leotard off my shoulders and pushed it low enough to free both breasts to his sight, his touch. My dark, erect nipples reached straight up as if at attention—maybe yearning for attention. I relished lying on my back, topless, my legs open, and being stroked and pleasured by a handsome, virile stranger—my teacher. Waves of sexual arousal coursed through me; fire roiled in my pussy.

"Beautiful," Yuri moaned quietly, as if in awe of the sight before him. "You have such a beautiful body, Kristie. Such a beautiful woman."

I felt a delicious surge of pleasure deep in my gut at Yuri's words. I automatically reached over and touched his hard cock through his lightweight teaching pants. His dick throbbed at my touch, and I could feel its warmth and hardness. I tried to encircle his penis with my hand but couldn't wrap the loose fabric of his pants around its girth due to what I presumed was his dance belt—a unique type of jockstrap. However, I made enough contact to lightly stroke his erection through his pants.

Electric energy pulsed from my clit, and my body quivered ecstatically under Yuri's touch. Warmth spread through my loins as I got swept up in sexual euphoria. I rocked my hips against Yuri's fingers on my clit, wanting more. Despite my tights preventing him from penetrating me or making skin-to-skin contact, he expertly stimulated my clit and pussy in wonderful ways I'd never experienced before.  

Yuri pressed a fingertip against the drenched fabric of my tights and discovered a small hole in the fabric. He worked his finger in and tore the opening wider. Enough for his fingers to press through and between my wet folds. I gasped with pleasure as Yuri's fingers made direct skin-to-skin contact with my sopping pussy.  

Yuri pressed his finger into my well-lubricated vagina, then added a second. A wave of pleasure accompanied the digital penetration, sending fire through my pussy and belly. He thrust his fingers in and out of me while continuing to relentlessly rub my clit with his thumb, making me moan in ecstasy.  

My nipples were sensitive and erect, responding to his manipulations, and I pumped my hand vigorously up and down his stiff shaft—somewhat frustrated I couldn't entirely give him what he needed.

I grabbed my boob and squeezed my nipple hard as my body suddenly tensed, then shuddered, my clit flaming and pussy undulating as I came. "Mmm, oh god, ooh." I moaned, my belly spasming and rippling. My head rolled back, and I gasped.  

I seized his hand and mashed it hard against my quivering pussy, wishing more than his finger was inside me—imagining him ripping open my tights and slamming his cock into me.

My orgasm rocked through me like an earthquake, causing my legs to shake and my belly to tremble. I scrunched my eyes closed, ground my pelvis against Yuri's hand, curled my toes, and shook my head from side to side. My heart pounded, and my breathing grew rapid and shallow.  

I quivered all over as I came down from my peak, trying to catch my breath, my pulse still racing. "Oh, wow," was all I managed to say. I released Yuri's cock and slumped into the floor, drained. I took several slow, deep breaths, opened my eyes, and looked up at him. "That was incredible."

"You're incredible," Yuri panted, perspiration catching the light. "So wet, so sexy." He lifted his finger to his lips, tasted my juices, and smiled. "And so tasty. I would love to taste you first hand."

I smiled, sat up, and tugged the top of his pants. "Let's get this bad boy out so I can return the favor." 

Yuri's face had a dreamy expression, almost dazed-looking. He slowly pulled the string at his waistband without speaking. His hard cock sprung free as I dropped his pants and tugged down his tight dance belt. His penis stood magnificently erect. It bobbed in the air as if seeking something. Seeking my touch. Seeking me.  

I gripped Yuri's bare, rigid shaft. My hand looked so dainty against Yuri's thick slab; my darker-toned skin contrasted against his lighter hue. He moaned softly with pleasure. His reaction caused my belly to flutter. I felt the turgid muscle under the softness of his skin throb with arousal.

I slid my hand lightly up and down Yuri's cock, then firmly pumped it. Leaning forward as if drawn by some magnetic force, I licked his bulging cock head, then slurped him into my mouth like a greedy whore as I continued jerking him with my hand.  

After a few minutes, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and focused on pumping Yuri's teeming rod with more force. His penis was coated with my saliva, so my hand slipped easily along its length. He moaned, "Oh, god, that's so nice; I won't last much longer." The thought of his imminent eruption sent a shiver through my sex, and a surge of wetness leaked out of my swollen pussy.  

"You are so beautiful and so damn sexy," Yuri murmured.

I cupped Yuri's balls and felt them contract. Sensed his pending climax. I debated taking him into my mouth again, taking and tasting his cum, though my real desire was to have him inside me.

"Lie back, I want to see you—see all of you." Yuri made the decision for me and replaced my hand on his dick with his own.  

I lay back, sensually spread my legs, and gyrated my pelvis. I ran my hands up along my belly and cupped my tits, squeezed them, and played with my nipples. For him. Yuri's eyes devoured my bare breasts and my barely covered, saturated pussy. He knelt in front of me with his iron pole above my pussy and stroked rapidly.  

"Mmm, I can just imagine pushing into you, feeling my cock inside your hot, wet pussy."

"That sounds wonderful; I love the thought of your big dick in me." Fire churned in my vagina.

A thought that remained just that. Yuri's eyes flared, and he angled his dick at my pussy, visible through my transparent wet tights and the opening he'd torn in them. With a groan, he shot ropes of thick semen onto my belly, pussy, and thighs. He continued to milk his cock as his spurts slowed. The last drop of cum oozed out of his tip, stretched, then dropped onto my leg. My pussy pulsed in sympathetic rhythm with his ejaculatory spasms.

I grinned with pleasure, knowing that I was the source of his arousal and release. I felt the heavy wetness of his cum soaking into the thin elastic fabric of my tights, joining my own wetness on my pussy and adding new moisture on the other landing points on my crotch and thighs.  

Yuri sat back on his heels and sighed. A crooked grin played across his face, joining mine as our eyes met.  

I bit the corner of my lip and reached my hand between my legs. I smeared Yuri's fresh globs of semen into and through the fabric of my tights, pressing against my swollen labia. My finger slipped partially through the torn fabric and between my wet folds.  

Despite my recent orgasm, electric surges of pleasure radiated out from my pussy. I scooped a blob of cum off my leotard and licked it from my finger. I felt sated and naughty at the same time. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

We stayed like that for a moment, eyes comfortably connected, breathing softly, each lost in our thoughts. We relished the aftermath of sexual release in silence, neither feeling the necessity to move or disrupt the peaceful mood.  

My mind drifted aimlessly as I stretched my arms over my head and admired the beautiful face gazing back at me. He was so handsome, so sexy. I wondered how I could be so lucky. I couldn't believe I was there with this Adonis and yearned for more. More intimacy, more touch—for him to kiss me, be inside me, fill my quivering vagina with his manhood. The thought caused me to float with euphoric pleasure.

Yuri looked at me as I lay on the floor. My breasts and erect dark pink nipples were swollen and bare. My casually open legs displayed my cum-drizzled pussy, which was covered only by a thin layer of torn nylon and spandex. I lifted partially up, resting back on my elbows, and smiled.

But the mood was destined to be disturbed. I watched Yuri's expression change from contentment to consternation as conflicting emotions flashed across his face. Pleasure turned to disbelief, then worry, as the realization of what he'd just done manifested in his consciousness.  

Yuri shook his head incredulously. "I... I don't know what came over me... us. I've never done anything like this before. I'm so sorry, we shouldn't have done this. Shit, this was wrong. Oh, shit." He frantically pulled up his pants and fumbled to tie the waist string.  

Dismay and confusion flooded my mind at Yuri's near-panicked reaction following such a deliriously wonderful experience. I sat up, my bare tits wobbling, then rising and falling with my heavy breathing. Then, the recklessness of our situation dawned on me. Oh, god. What are we doing—here, of all places?

We were in the ballet studio staff room with over two dozen people just down the hall—including several faculty who might decide to enter our room any time.  Even worse, our teacher/student relationship prohibited our sexual activities, which would be unacceptable to most and dangerous to our reputations and careers. Especially Yuri's.

"We can't be found like this," Yuri said urgently. "And please, we can't tell anyone about this. Can't say anything to anyone, understand?"

I wholeheartedly agreed and touched Yuri's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. I know this has to be our secret." Warmth spread through me as I saw the relief in his eyes. "And I was just as responsible for this as you, maybe more so—and I loved it. It was wonderful for me." I smiled softly. "You gave me wild and beautiful pleasure, and I hope you can remember me—this time together—with fondness and warmth, not worry and regret. I know I will love this memory."

Yuri reached out, brushed a strand of hair off my face, and ran his fingertip lightly along my jaw. I was touched by the tenderness of the gesture. "Our little secret, yes," He said. He smiled, his pleased expression returning. "So beautiful." He leaned in and kissed me gently—our first kiss. My nipple tingled as he lightly caressed it before pulling up the front of my leotard and covering it.

"I would have fucked you if you wanted, you know," I blurted out.  

Our eyes met, and then we both burst out laughing. I don't know why; probably a release of tension. Yuri looked at me and quirked one eyebrow. "That will have to remain our fantasy alternate ending," he said, grinning. "I will replay today many times with many variations in my dreams."

"Yeah, I'm with you there. Dreams. Fantasy. Mmm, yes. But with fucking." I couldn't keep the grin from my lips.

Yuri rolled his eyes with amusement, then pursed his lips and looked at me earnestly. "And really, this can never come out; no one can find out about this. It would destroy me. Do you understand how important that is? This is not a 'sort of' secret that is mostly kept. This is a real, long-term, absolute secret. I have to trust you—I do trust you."

I nodded. "This will never come back to bite you, at least not from me. No one will know what happened here that could ever expose us." Yuri seemed like he was going to say something, but I coyly spoke first. "Maybe years from now, we'll meet again, safely out of this compromising situation."

Yuri nodded, unsure what I was getting at. He said cautiously, "Maybe, yes... that's always possible."

"And then we can fuck!" I said with a grin. I laughed at his wide-eyed expression. "Just kidding; I won't hold you to that."

Yuri shook his head. "You are a strange and wonderful woman, Kristie." His eyes twinkled with amusement. "And, if the stars align and we meet again under the right circumstances someday, it would be an honor to fuck you." He took a deep breath and let his eyes openly roam over my loosely-covered body before sighing. "An honor and a pleasure." 

We stood up and faced each other for a moment. I leaned in and kissed Yuri chastely on the lips. "Of course, we can't undo what's already done," I said quietly. "And I wouldn't want to even if we could." His expression showed confusion and wariness.  

I leaned close to his ear. "The right circumstances don't have to be years away. I have a sense certain stars might be aligning much sooner... don't you?"

Yuri studied my face, and his eyes suddenly reflected his grasp of my meaning. "Quite possible, I think, maybe," he said slowly. A tiny grin tugged the corner of his mouth.

I smiled, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "I mean, we've done what we've done—even if it's wrong, it already happened. I don't imagine it would be any worse if it happened twice, right?"

Yuri mused, "I should think even more than twice would still count as the same transgression, especially if it were in the same time frame. Like sometime not years away—sometime like...   tomorrow?" 

Yuri's sexuality, confidence, and magnetism caused my belly to flutter at the thought of being with him again—somewhere safer, somewhere private.

"Tomorrow," I said. Butterflies fluttered in my belly, and my face flushed. Tomorrow, we fuck. A lot. Mmm.

"We must go," Yuri said abruptly. The urgency of the situation again broke through our consciousness. "Talk after getting changed. Casually, out front. We'll make plans... for tomorrow." He winked and kissed me again, pulling me close, our whole bodies pressed together in a tactile preview of what awaited us the next day.

"I'll go out first," I said. "You wait a few minutes so we aren't seen coming out together and risk rumors and innuendo." I glanced down at my gaping, stretched-out leotard and the saturated crotch of my tights. I chuckled. "And I've got to figure out how to get changed out of these soaking-wet tights without being seen."

"Good idea." He nodded, smiling wryly.  

I pulled the straps of my leotard fully up onto my shoulders, straightened out the stretched-out crotch as best I could, and left to change and race home. To my friends. To you guys.

******

"Oh, my GOD, that was so hot," Sammi panted. "I think I came twice."

Kristie smiled warmly at her friend's praise. At her naked, flushed, and freshly climaxed friend. She pulled her hand from her own sopping pussy, where she had been unconsciously stroking herself to the memories she shared.

"I absolutely agree," added Mara. "So erotic, dreamy, and hot." Mara was sitting in front of and leaning back on Jade, who held her just under her bare boobs from behind; Jade's soft naked breasts and hardened nipples pressed against Mara's back.  

"So you're meeting Yuri tomorrow, for real?" Asked Sammi.

Kristie nodded happily. "Yes, we've planned to meet at his hotel, maybe swim and spend some time together... maybe lunch... or maybe we'll just skip all that and fuck all day." Kristie beamed, her eyes dancing with arousal and delight. "Or, who knows? Maybe for two days—his flight back to New York isn't until Sunday night." She sighed.

Then Kristie's expression darkened, and she leaned forward. "Now, seriously—and I mean seriously. What I've shared with you can never leave the four of us under any circumstances. Not as an anecdote, gossip, or a 'you can't tell anyone, but' kind of pass-along secret." She looked at each of the women. "I trust the three of you implicitly. Telling you what I've told you is like not telling anyone—it's like telling myself—because my trust in you is absolute."

All three friends nodded in agreement. "Of course, baby," said Jade. "It's not our secret to share. People say that telling one person is already revealing something, but we all know it's different with us. No word shall pass from any of us to anyone about this."

Sammi smiled. "But we love that we—meaning you—shared 'our' experience with ourselves."

Kristie gave Sammi an odd look, then grinned. "I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I get and love the sentiment."

"Yikes, ayah," Mara suddenly cried out. Kristie and Sammi snapped their attention to the sound. They laughed as Jade held Mara trapped firmly with her legs from behind and tweaked her nipples playfully.  

Mara joined in laughing and stopped struggling. Sniggled against Jade. "Keep that up, and I might just have to try a taste of your Sapphic pleasures." She opened her legs, causing her labia to part, glistening with wetness. Jade slid her hand down and ran her finger through Mara's wet folds. Mara moaned and squeezed her own tits.

"I like that idea," Sammi said and turned to Kristie. "You've got me so horny now, I'm jealous Yuri will get to taste you." Sammi began crawling towards Kristie like a predatory cat. "Tomorrow is far away—plenty of time to play and share the treasure." She licked her lips. "What d'ya say, pussycat?"

A flush of warmth radiated through Kristie's already dripping pussy. She bit her lip and smiled. "Meow—come and get it." She opened her legs in invitation, her pulse quickening at the knowledge of the ecstatic pleasures she was about to receive.  

Glancing over at Jade and Mara, Kristie saw they had shifted position. She smiled, hearing Mara moan softly with Jade's head buried between her legs.

Kristie's vagina quivered as Sammi's tongue made contact with her aroused, juicy pussy. She closed her eyes, fire building in her loins. And sighed.

What a day this has been. What a night this will be. And, to quote Scarlett O'Hara, "tomorrow is another day."

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Epilogue:

Years later, Kristie warmly reflected on that summer and the details of her week—and weekend—with the Adonis Ballet Star. They did meet the next day and were inseparable the next two days and night, spending much of the time in bed—fucking as much as sleeping—as they'd both hoped.  

They spoke of meeting again someday and how it would add to their delightful experiences. But the stars never aligned again after that weekend, and they never saw each other again. Never experienced the romance movie trope, "Meet After Years for a Wonderful Rendezvous and Fall in Love (or at least great sex)" ending.  

Yuri continued his storied career as a world-renowned ballet dancer, star of the stage, and heartthrob for thousands.  Even made a mainstream Hollywood film. Kristie danced professionally with her local company, eventually becoming a Principal Dancer.

They both kept their critical secret as promised. The ballet staff room's risky, naughty, taboo, nearly-but-not-sex never became public or detrimentally revealed. A few people were vaguely aware they had hooked up the following day—but what two consenting adults did outside of work was inconsequential gossip and soon forgotten.

END

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