 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Pc Police at on 19.06. at 01:38:38 >> THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY. IF YOU ARE> UNDER THE AGE OF 21 YOU SHOULD NOT READ FURTHER.>> Tina - Part One>> "Hey, Mike, do you want to go shopping with me?"> The question came from Tina, a freshman girl who lived> in the same student housing as me at a famous> University on the West Coast.> I was a grad student but had gotten to know Tina> during her first days on campus when she had stopped> me to ask directions to registration. We often> chatted together and discovered many interests in> common. She was from the Philippines, but of Chinese> descent with some Spanish priest's blood somewhere in> her lineage. It was perhaps that little bit of Spanish> blood that gave her quite good sized breasts for an> Asian woman.> Once or twice already we had had some serious> late-into-the-night type discussions as college> students are apt to do. Once it was about economic> development in the Philipinnes (I told you it was> serious), and once about her earlier ambition to be a> ballet dancer and how she had made the painful> decision to go to College instead. I can't remember> all the other long drawn out discussions we had but> soon we become good friends. I was attracted by her> youthful exuberance and good looks, and I think she> liked an older confidant.>> That Saturday afternoon, when she asked me the> question, I had just finished a major bit of work and> was taking a break in front of the housing complex,> basking in the late October sun. Tina had just come> around the corner on her bike when she spotted me. A> bike ride to the shops with Tina would be the perfect> break.>> As we rode on our way, I asked her where she wanted> to go shopping. She said she wanted to buy some> tights for the winter and was heading to a dance> supply shop on University Avenue.>> In the dance shop, Tina went around her business> looking for tights. In the meantime, I stood by the> check-out counter and took in the activity. There were> a couple of mannequins in the shop window showing off,> I suppose, the latest fashions in leotards and tights.> The clerk, a blonde woman of about 30 years, was> helping a young girl, accompanied by her mother, try> on ballet shoes. Against one wall there were a couple> of changing rooms and a full-length mirror. A young> woman was standing in front of the mirror (another> student from the University I guessed) and was> checking out how she looked in a long-sleeved black> leotard and pink tights. On the door of the changing> cabins was a crudely-drawn picture of a woman's torso> wearing panties and a text which said: "please keep on> your panties when trying on the tights". I thought> about that for a moment. Did that mean that girls> didn't wear panties under their tights? Somehow the> thought was quite arousing.> My reverie was interrupted by Tina saying to me:> "Mike, come and help me select some colors". She was> looking into a catalogue which had pictures of> different models of tights and little patches of color> to help select. She was pointing to a Danskin tight> and asked me which colors I liked. I helped her> select a burgundy color, a navy blue and a black. I> also suggested pink but she said she already loads of> pink tights left over from her dancing days. As I was> helping her select the colors I noticed some of the> other styles: stirrup tights, fishnets, professional> weight tights with seams. We went to aisle where the> tights were neatly stacked up and I helped Tina select> the tights of the right color and size for her.> Standing close to Tina and surrounded by all those> tights and other dance wear, I was getting thoroughly> aroused and was getting quite a noticeable erection> which I tried my best to hide. We paid for the tights> and left the store. We didn't say a thing as we biked> back to the housing complex, but after we had parked> our bikes, Tina reached up and gave me a quick kiss on> the check, said "Mike, that was fun, thanks for coming> along " and run up the stairs to her room.> That night I had a vivid dream of Tina in the changing> room of a ballet studio. She was standing dressed> only in a pair of pink tights. Another girl, also> Asian and also just wearing pink tights, was standing> behind her and helping her fix her hair into a bun for> dancing. The erect nipples of the other girl's naked> breasts would occasionally brush up against Tina's> back. Tina was getting obviously aroused by the> attention and when she turned around I could see that> her nipples too were erect. As she turned around her> nipples brushed against those of the other Asian girl.> Tina put her arms around her, and stroked her back.> She reached down and held the girls buns - encased in> pink tights - as the girl did the same to her.> Slowly they kissed with Tina's tongue darting into the> other girl's mouth and one of her hands coming around> to the front and slipping down to stroke the girl's> cunt through her tights. Before long they were lying> on the floor in a 69 position with Tina on top and> kissing the girl's clit through her tights. Meanwhile> the other girl was busy with Tina and soon both girls> were moaning with pleasure. The crotches of their> tights were soaking wet and plastered to their cunts> liked a second skin. Tina slipped one hand under the> elastic waist of the girl's tights and gave her clit a> series of strokes which brought the girl close to> cuming. Meawhile her own clit was being gently> stimulated by the the other girl's lapping of the> tongue...> At that point I woke up with a start and needless to> say I didn't fall back to sleep without first> masturbating.> I didn't see Tina for a couple of weeks after that - I> had to make some trips for my research - but one day I> was standing in line at the post office when I heard> heard Tina's voice behind me say "Hi, Mike, where have> you been?" I explained and she then asked me if I> wanted to come over to her place later on as she had> something she wanted to show me. We agreed that I> would go to her room just after dinner. As she walked> away, I noticed she was wearing short shorts over> black tights - were they the ones I helped her buy? -> and what looked like a black leotard which showed off> her breasts to perfection. Damm! I was getting> aroused again and wondered what the evening would> bring.> At about 8 that evening I knocked on her door and she> let me in. I was glad to see that her roommate was> out and that she was alone. I looked at her half of> the room and smiled to myself: everything was neat and> tidy, unlike the other side of the room which was a> mess of books, clothes and leftover snacks strewn all> over the place. "Oh, Mike I'm so glad you came. Mary> (her roommate) is out at the Irish bar with her> boy-friend, so we can have some quite time on our> own." We settled down, she sitting at the head of her> bed resting her back against the pillow, with her legs> pulled up to her chest, me at the foot of the bed,> keeping a certain distance between us. After all,> apart from that one quick kiss, we were not on> touching terms. She had kicked off her shoes, but> apart from that she was still wearing the same outfit> as earlier in the day. We chatted away some and I was> about to ask her what she wanted to show me, when she> up a photo album that was lying on her desk next to> the bed. "Look. My mom sent me the album of my photos> when I was a ballet student. I noticed how interested> you were in all the outfits when we were at the shop> the other day and thought you might be interested to> see some of my photos". Had I been so obvious in the> shop? We moved closer together and she opened the> album at the beginning. There must have been about 50> pages. The first were of photos of her when she was> maybe 5 or 6 wearing pink tights and pink leotards.> The following pages had pictures of her at stage of> her development into as a ballerina and of course as a> girl and young woman. She pointed out special> pictures of performances she had been in, and of> teachers and friends posing with her. My favorite was> of her one leg standing 'en-pointe' with the other leg> pointing straight up and being held by one arm. She> must have been about 16 at the time. I also liked the> photos of her wearing an almost transparent unitard> and standing in a line of girls on stage. "There was a> lot of controversy over those outfits" she said. I> could see why. There was also some nice ones of her> warming up in leg-warmers. And a few of her wearing in> fishnet tights. I was amazed at how supple Tina had> been and joked that I bet she could not hold one leg> above her head now. " You want to bet?" And sure> enough she jumped up took off her shorts and stood in> front of me in her blacks tights and leotard. And very> gracefully took the heel of one foot in her hand and> slowly lifted it over her head.> "Now, Mike, I've got to catch up on some of my> reading. You can stay if you want and look some more> at the album". So she got back to her position at the> head of the bed (without, I was pleased to see,> bothering to put her shorts back on)and I took the> foot of the bed with her album which I proceeded to> study carefully. I was immersed in the album when I> noticed that Tina had stretched her legs out and her> feet were practically on my lap. Without asking, I put> one hand out and began giving her a massage. First> her feet and then her ankles and calfs. "Don't stop.> That feels so good." Encouraged, I knelt between her> feet and used both hands to massage her legs, right up> to her thighs. I loved the feel of her legs still> clad in her black tights. Tina put her book down and> was leaning back with her eyes closed enjoying the> massage. She had spread her legs a little and I could> see that Tina at any rate didn't wear any panties> under her tights and leotard. Slowly but surely I> massaged higher and higher up her legs and as I> squeezed the flesh of her inner thigh the back of my> hand brushed against her leotard covering her pussy.> As I did so, she let out a small moan. My trembling> hands beat a little retreat, but soon they were back> at the top of her thighs and again brushing against> her leotard. "Mike this massage is feeling so good.> Would you mind doing my back? Look the other way and> I'll slip out of this leotard." When she gave me the> all clear, I turned around and saw that she was lying> face down. Her back was bare, ad all she had on were> her black tights. This time I started at the top,> with her shoulders, and worked my way down. Before> long my hands were straying over the top of her tights> and then kneading her buns. Through her tights, I> could see the crack of her bum and the lips of her> spot and I could see that she was moist with desire.> My lips and toungue replaced my hands as I gently> sucked and licked her through her tights. When I> turned her over, rolled down her tights and started> kissing her clit, she shuddered. I inserted a finger> inside her and continued to work on her clit until I> felt the throbbing of her cuming on my finger inside> her.> Just then there was a knock on the door and Mary's> voice: "Hey, guys I'm back can I come in?"> I made my way back to my room - happy but frustrated -> and clinging to Tina's black tights that I had picked> up as we had quickly tidied up before letting Mary in.> That night I slept with her tights next to my pillow> and enjoyed Tina's smell.>> Tina -Part Two>> In Part Two Tina is the narrator>> When I woke the next morning, my pussy was still flush> from Mike touching, licking and kissing me. It was> the first orgasm I'd had in such a long time, too long> a time. Lying in bed, I thought of the last time I'd> had one: I was filling the bath with water and I got> in while the tub was still practically empty. Don't> ask me where I got the idea from, but I slid onto my> back, raised and opened my knees and positioned myself> so that the stream of water from the tap fell onto my> clitoris.> I thought too of Mike. He was someone I could get> really fond of. Apart from enjoying his company, he> seemed like a really sensitive guy: someone who was> more interested in giving me a good orgasm than in> just shoving himself into me quickly and being done> with it. I felt a warm glow of gratitude and wondered> how I could repay him.> When my roommate, Mary, woke up and started rummaging> around, I wrapped a towel around my waist and scurried> off to the showers. I guess the fresh water must have> wakened me up to reality and I laughed at myself: what> did I know of Mike and his fantasies? Mike probably> wasn't even that interested in me. He was clearly a> real intilectual type - doing research into> Microbiology wasn't it? As he had said during one of> our chats, he dind't have a girlfriend because he was> too busy with his research. I was in a different> league and probably only got accepted into the> University because they needed some good dancers for> their ballet program which they were trying to get off> the ground.> When I got back to my room after my shower, Mary said:> "Your Prince in Shining Armour just called and said he> had something to drop off for you. I told him that we> leave our door unlocked so he could drop it off any> time he wanted." I blushed and protested: "he is not> my Knight in Shining Armour. He's just a friend."> It was going to be a busy day. I had classes the> whole day, with a ballet class at 11. It looked> chilly outside so I wore jeans and a sweater over my> tights and leotard. I shoved my ballet slippers and> an extra pair of stirrup tights in my book bag and> grabbed and rushed off to my first class. All> thoughts of Mike and the last evening's "massage" were> banished as I concentrated on the lectures.> By the time my dance class came around at 11 I was> ready for a break. As I slipped out of my sweater and> jeans, I thought of Mike again. I looked at myself in> the mirrors of the dance studio: I did have great> legs, breasts which if anything were a bit too large> for a ballet dancer, and a face from which shone alert> eyes and which was said to be beautiful: a mix of> Chinese and a little Spanish, typical of the> aristocracy of Manilla from which I came.> The teacher walked into the studio. She was a French> woman called Valerie. About 35 years old with a lean> taut body. "It's cold today, so I want you all to> wear an extra layer". She herself was wearing pink> leg warmers over her tights. I took my extra pair of> black stirrup tights out of my book bag and wore them> over my pink tights and black leotard. Some of the> other girls were wearing leg warmers like the teacher.> I slipped into my ballet shoes.> As I danced, my thoughts kept wandering and I imagined> I was dancing for Mike. I wondered about his> fantasies. A lot of guys seem attracted by us Asian> women. And he was so cute at the dance wear shop. It> was obvious that he was a little embarrassed in such a> feminine environment, but he also seemed more than a> little interested in all those tights and leotards,> leg warmers and other stuff.> It made me think of the time when I was 14 years old.> I had come home early from my ballet classes. I> thought I was alone but as I climbed the stairs, I> heard some noise in my room. I was afraid of whom it> might be so I very quietly finished climbing the> stairs and peered into the room. The door was not> quite closed. My heart jumped: there was my brother> (16 at the time) standing in front of my full length> mirror wearing nothing else except for a pair of my> pink ballet tights. His member stood fully erect and> was clearly visible though the pink material. One> hand was stroking it. I stared more fascinated than> indignant. I hadn't seen my brother naked since we> took baths together years ago. And why was he wearing> my tights? What was I to do? Barge in? No, I was too> embarrassed for that. Beat a retreat downstairs? No,> I was too fascinated by the scene in front of me. So I> just stayed and watched until he moaned and shot a> load of cum into my tights and collapsed onto my bed.> I hadn't thought of that scene with my brother for a> long time, but thinking about it made me fantasize> about Mike wearing a pair of my pink tights and me> running my finger nails up and down his erect member> which strained under the tight material. And then> kissing it and running my tongue where my nails had> been.....> My fantasizing was disturbed as I had one leg up on> the barre and the dance teacher put her hand on my> leg, gave my thigh a gentle squeeze and said: "you> seem in a different world today, but you're dancing> beautifully". The squeeze sent a tingle through me,> a little erotic thrill. My teacher's hand was so> close to where Mike had brought me so much pleasure> last evening. I was shocked that another woman's touch> could affect me so much.> When I got back to my room, I saw a pair of black> tights neatly folded on my bed. There was little note> folded on top of them> "Dear Tina, I didn't mean to run off with your tights> last night - and I'm sorry to miss you but I'm leaving> for a week of research in Boston...">> Part Three>> In part three, the story is continued by Valerie the> French ballet teacher.>> When I touched Tina's leg as it was stretched on the> bar, and squeezed very gently her thigh, I sensed a> response. You have to understand that as a dance> teacher I am often touching my students to correct a> position, to help them with their balance, or> sometimes just to give them a little pat of> encouragement. And of course that's usually all there> is to it. Sometimes, a student will develop a crush> on me - an older woman of authority - and, yes I admit> it, with those students I sometimes allow my touches> to linger a little longer than necessary or to be in> more intimate places than would be required. I> confess that I enjoyed the thrill of power over these> young women, with their girlish crushes. My touches> during class would both increase my sense of control> and suggest to them that yes their affections were> noticed and appreciated. But don't get the wrong idea> or let your fantasies run wild: basically I remained> strictly professional and I never allowed myself to> have a sexual relationship with any of my students.> Well, hardly ever. Back in France, where> relationships between teachers and students were not> frowned on in the same way as they are in this> country, it is true that I had taken advantage of more> than one young girl's crush on me. Once even, and you> may find this shocking, the mother of one girl had> more or less encouraged me. I think the mother wanted> to make sure that her daughter's first experience> would be with someone who would take care to give her> daughter an experience she would look back on the rest> of her life with pleasure. As she put it: "my daughter> has a crush on you. I don't know how you feel about> her. But if you want to sleep with her, I won't say> no. I just say be gentle with her."> But I am straying from my story. I was surprised by> Tina's response, and maybe I was deluding myself,> because I was quite sure that Tina was not one of the> young women in my class who had a crush on me. Too> bad because I felt very attracted to her: she was> certainly the most beautiful woman in the class> besides being the best dancer.> But perhaps she had a boyfriend and just wasn't> interested in women. I resolved to find out.> Next day's class was in the late afternoon. During> class, I did not have time to give any special> attention to Tina until just the end of the class> because a couple of the other students required more> than the usual help with their positions. But at the> end of the class, I had all the students lined up at> the barre for the cool-down period. Tina's right leg> was extended on the barre and she was leaning forward> reaching out with her fingers just beyond her toes. I> admired her gracefulness and the line of back, and the> way her leotard was stretched over her rear. As I> often do to help a student stretch, I put one hand on> her back and one hand on her front but this time I> made sure my hand on front was just slightly> overlapping the bottom half of her right breast. Her> breast felt so soft yet so firm and I was very tempted> to leave my hand there longer. But next I had all my> students raise themselves from the barre and stretch> up, still leaving their right legs on the barre. As> she did so, Tina looked at me. Her beautiful Oriental> eyes said everything: "you touched my breast, you did> it on purpose. I am shocked but thrilled." That was> all the encouragement I needed. I placed my hand on> her right leg and felt the muscles of her inner thigh> stretched in extension over the barre. I briefly> massaged her thigh and moved my hand until it was> close to where her tights disappeared under her> leotard. I was so tempted to allow my hand to follow> the tights under the crotch of her leotard, but I> resisted the temptation and turned to dismiss the> class: "OK that's all for today. Be sure to dress> warmly as it is cold out there. Tina, I want you to> stay on after class please." As I said this, I> noticed one of the girls look enviously at Tina. No> doubt she wished that she was the one asked to stay> behind. The students thanked me for the class and> went into the changing room, leaving me alone with> Tina.> "Tina, you are doing very well but there are a couple> of movements I want you to practise. We have to give> up this room now, but I live nearby. Can you come to> my place now? You can stay stay on for dinner> afterwards.">> Part Four - in which Tina is the narrator.>> When we arrived at Valerie's place, I was a bit uneasy> because I felt the sexual tension between us. Where> would this lead? I thought of Mike. What would he> think? What did I think of these new feelings that> Valerie was arousing in me?> And what did I think of Valerie?> She had the taut well toned body of a ballerina and a> face which spelt a strength of character, someone who> knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. Did she> want me?> "Tina, we will practise in here. Stand in front of> this full length mirror. What I want you to practise> is your pied-a-la-main. First your left leg."> I used the back of a chair for balance and with the> heel of my left foot in my hand, extended by leg> vertically up until it was over my head. In this> position, the lips of my pussy were spread open wide> and my clitoris rubbed against the material of my> tights. If it weren't for my leotard, my open pussy> would be clearly visible through my pink tights.> Valerie stood behind me, looking over my shoulder at> my reflection in the mirror, but not touching me.> "Very good, Tina, now your right leg".> With my right leg, I was almost as good as with my> left, but not quite.> Valerie, still standing behind me, helped me achieve a> more vertical position, and then put her hand on my> thigh and felt the stretched tendon which connected my> leg to my crotch. "This tendon needs work, Tina". As> she touched me there so close to my wide open pussy, I> felt a flood of desire. Her hand felt so good. I> wished she would slip it under my leotard and touch me> through my tights. I felt myself getting moist and> sure enough I was embarassed to see tell-tale signs of> wetness.> "Tina, put your leg down. I want you so to stretch> your arms over your head. You are also a little> tense here."> At that she put her hands under my armpits, touching> the side of my breasts. As usual I was not wearing a> bra. I felt myself completely vulnerable and at the> mercy of Valerie. My pussy was soaking my tights with> its wetness, my nipples were erect under my leotard.> Valerie moved her hands to cradle my breasts and> finger my nipples through the material of my leotard.> I lowered my arms and put my hands over hers to keep> them on my breasts. But Valerie held one of my hands> in hers and led me by the hand to her bedroom.> Powerless to resist I followed her.> In her bedroom, she stood before me, and reached> behind me to free my hair from the net which ballet> dancers use to holdtheir hair in a tight bun. As my> long black hair fell free, she ran her fingers through> it, told me how beautiful I was and kissed me. My lips> opened and our tongues met.> She pushed the shoulders of my leotard down and I> freed my arms. Then she began rolling my leotard own> until my breasts were fully exposed. She paused> undressing me to feel my breasts with her hands and> soon her lips were around my nipples which she flicked> with the tip of her toungue. She continued rolling my> leotard down until I could step out of it. Now I was> naked in front of her, except for my pink tights. As> Valerie knelt down to help me step out of my leotard,> her face was at the same level as the crotch of my> tights. My glistening wet pussy must have been> clearly visibe to her through the pink material. She> led me to her bed and lay me on my back. She used her> arms to slightly lift and open my legs wide. My pussy> lips were wide open and the material of my tights> tickled my clitoris. Valerie looked for a moment at> this scene and then gently began kissing my pussy and> especially my clit through my tights.> I bucked my hips up and down desperate for some> release. She lowered my tights and her lips, tongue> and fingers soon brought me to a much needed climax.> I drew Valerie to me and held her. What a sight we> must have been: she still clothed with her jeans over> her ballet outfit, me competely nude embrassing her.> But soon I was helping her out of her clothes and her> our naked breasts were touching and our legs were> intertwined. I felt the heat rise from between her> legs and reached down to feel her wetness. As I did> so, she groaned with pleasure and I lowered my head to> allow my tongue to take over from my hand....> Afterwards, we lay in bliss in each other's arms under> her blankets. In the warmth and security of her> cuddling arms, she asked if I had any boyfriend. I> told her about Mike. How sensitive he was, how I> really liked him, about the massage and orgasm he had> given me, but also about how little I knew about his> feelings, about his likes and desires. I told her> about our visit to the dance wear shop and of my> fantasy of his wearing my tights. Valerie said:> "perhaps that is his fantasy also. Let's see. I have> an idea">> Part 5, in which Mike continues the story>> My week of research in Boston was actually quite> intersting but I longed to get back to the West coast> to see Tina again. I had to discipline myself not to> think of her all the time. As it was, I found myself> staring lechourously at every woman with long black> hair and an Asian look, especially if she was dressed> in a short skirt or shorts with tights.> When I got back to the West coast, I found a note from> Tina slipped under my door:> "Dear Mike, please give me a call when you get in...> kisses, Tina"> Needless to say I called her right away and Tina asked> me: "Mike, I'm sorry I can't see tonight but my ballet> teacher needs some help on a project and I need a ride> to her place in the mountains. Could you possibly> drive me tomorrow morning? Yes? good then I'll come by> your place early tomorrow. And Mike... I've missed> you"> The next morning, Tina came over early, gave me a> quick kiss on the check and we set off for the> mountains to a place near Lake Tahoe. As we drove,> Tina explained: "My teacher, Valerie, is> choreographing a new ballet. When she needs to be> creative she likes to get away to a place she rents in> the mountains. She went up a couple of days ago> already but then called me to see if I could meet join> her there to give her a hand on the project. She has> some idea she wants to try ou with me. I'll get a ride> back to the University with her." I won't bore the> reader with a detailed account of all the thigs we> talked about as we drove up into the mountains.> Suffice it to say that the time passed quickly and I> enjoyed stroking Tina's thighs as I drove.> It turned out to be a three hour drive and the last> hour it snowed. By the time we got to Valerie's place> the car was covered in snow and we were lucky to make> it without too much trouble.> Valerie was much relieved to see us and after giving> us a quick coffee, put me to work digging her car out> of the snow. By the time I was finished I was soaked> through with sweat and melted snow. When I got back> into the house (where Tina and Valerie had sensibly> sayed while I was outside), I was drenched, and> Valerie led me through her bedroom to her bathroom and> let me use her shower. Just as I was stepping into> the shower and turning on the water, Tina knocked on> the bathroom, entered and picked up all my clothes:> "I'll get these died off for you. In the meantime.> I'll put out some dry clothes for you on Valerie's> bed."> I warmed myself in the shower and thought of Tina and> Valerie: two beautiful women staying in this remote> house in the mountains. I wondered where Tina would> be sleeping, probably on the couch in the living room.> Valerie was certainly very attractive. I continued my> reveries as I showered....> I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.> The room was full of steam so I cracked open the door.> With the door cracked open I could just hear Valerie> talking, but I couldn't make out Tina's replies.> "I say, Tina, you told me what a nice sensitive guy> Mike was, but you didn't tell me how handsome he was."> Tina mumbled something which I couldn't make out.> Valerie continued: "I bet he is going to look really> good in your tights". Again, I didn't hear Tina's> reply, but what was that all about my looking good in> her tights? I was trying to figure it out as I> finished dying myself and stepped into the bedroom.> The door to the living area was open, so I quickly> closed it and looked around for the clothes which Tina> said she would leave for me. They were neatly folded> on the bed. On top was a turtleneck. I picked it up.> It was a black, made out of a luxurious silky stretch> material, probably Lycra. As I examined the> turtleneck I was taken back by the snaps on the tail> and front. It looked like the turtleneck was a> bodysuit. But I was most surprised of all by what was> under the bodysuit: two pairs of tights: a black pair> with feet and a pink pair with stirrups. I couldn't> believe my eyes. Was Tina expecting me to wear her> tights? As if in answer to my uspoken question, Tina> called through the door: "Mike, did you find the> clothes I left for you on the bed?" I was too shocked> to reply other than to call back "yes".> Shocked as I was, I didn't really have any choice in> the matter, and to be honest, I was also intrigued.> So, I first put on the black tights with feet. As I> put my feet in first, the tights didn't feel like> anything too special but as I worked them up over my> knees and up to my hips, I appreciated the way they> encassed and held my legs and hips, and yes, my> erection. My erection was a bit of a problem: it was> clearly visible through the tights. I hope I was> going to embarras my self in front of Tina and her> teacher Valerie. Next I pulled on the bodysuit and> snapped the crotch between my legs. Like the> tights, I loved the feel of the bodysuit clinging to> me. Forunately it also did a god job coverig but not> entirely hiding my throbbing erection. Next I put on> the pink tights with stirrups. I liked the way the> stirrup fit under the arch of my foot and I loved the> way the second pair of tights increased the pressure> on my legs. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I> was pleased to see that in fact I looked quite good,> even sexy in a slick sort of way. The pink of the> stirrup tights was muted by the black tights> underneath. The bulge in my crotch was well covered> by the bodysuit and two pairs of tights. My appearance> was quite respectful even if somewhat unconventional.> So it was with more confidence than I would initially> have imagined that I stepped out into Valerie's living> room.> Tina and Valerie were spread out on the couch and deep> into some conversation. Tina was the first to notice> me: "Oh Valerie, look at Mike. Doesn't he look good?> Mike, I'm sorry I didn't have any pants your size but> I'm glad that my tights and bodysuit fit you so well.> Don't they feel good? " I assured her that they did.> Valerie said: "Mike, now that you are more> comfortable, come sit next me and let me get to know> you" I sat between her and Tina on the couch.>> Part 6 - in which Tina is the narrator>> When I saw Mike walk out of the bedroom wearing my> tights, I knew right then that I had to have him.> Standing in front of Valerie and me, he remained very> masculine but looked somehow vulnerable. His legs,> his thighs, his body were encased in my tights and> bodysuit and I knew he had to be mine! When he sat> between Valerie and me on the couch, I quickly slipped> one hand under his arm next to his warm armpit and> squezzed his strong bicep muscle and put my other hand> on his thigh and began softly stroking it. Meanwhile> Mike and Valerie chatted away. Valerie was asking him> about his research and she told him about her> teaching work and her prior life in France. Soon I> noticed that she placed one of her arms on the back of> the couch so her hand was touching Mike's neck and> started fondling it. Her other hand made its way to> his thigh so that while I was working on one, she was> working on the other. She continued talking: "In> rench, we have an expression 'etre bien dans sa peau'> which means be comfortable in one's skin. I like to> think of my job as a dance teacher as helping my> students be comfortable in their tights, in other> words with their bodies. It is of course easier when> I can start working with people when they are young> children. By the time they are adults, they already> have so many complexes about their bodies. Especially> men are very shy to join a dance class, to wear tights> and display their bodies. It is a great pity because> they should have nothing to be ashamed about, and> besides doesn't it feel good to wearing tights?" As> if to make her point, Valerie moved her hand up Mike's> leg to his crotch. Mike sighed, spread his legs and> closed his eyes as Valerie slipped her hand under> Mike's outer layer of tights and under the bodysuit> covering his erection. Now only the under layer of> tights was between her grasping hand and Mike's> erection. She glanced up at me and smiled. She> nodded her head as an uspoken signal that Mike was now> ready for us. We lowered Mike onto the carpet on the> floor. Valerie sat with his head resting on her cross> legs. With her hands she began to play with Mike's> erect nipples which were clearly visible through the> black Lycra material of his body suit. Meanwhile I> stationed myself between his open legs and for the> first time put a tentative hand onto his erection. I> leaned forward and gently kissed him. First on his> lips and then, to claim it as mine, his erection.> I lowered the outer layer of tights - the pink stirrup> tights - and took them off Mike. Next I unsnapped the> crotch of his body suit and so his only the under> layer of black tights covered his cock which strained> against the nylon/Lycra material. I helped it find a> comfortable position pointing straight up and stroked> it with the tips of my fingers. Meanwhile Valerie> pulled Mike's arms above his head and held them> securely with one hand while continuing to work his> erect nipples with the other. Truely Mike was mine.> The thought filled me with warmth and tenderness and I> felt a wetness between my legs. I knew that my> stroking his cock would be driving him wild - I> especially attended to all the interesting ridges> around its tip. Again I lowered my lips to his cock> and ran my tonge up and down it wetting his tights.> Valerie stroked my hair. I looked up at her . We> smiled and changed places. I kissed Mike deeply on> the lips while Valerie undressed and lowered Mike's> tights to around his thighs. Valerie got ready to> straddle Mike. I took his cock in one hand and guided> it into Valerie as she lowered herself onto Mike. She> was already moist and Mike slid into her without too> much trouble. She leaned forward slightly and then> started rubbing herself against Mike. "Look Tina" she> wisphered "how I rub my clitoris against Mike's body".> We kissed deeply and she then concentrated on the> interplay of Mike's cock deep inside her and clitoris> rubbing against him. I held Mike's head in my arms> and stroked his beautifull face. His eyes were open.> I kissed him again. Without needing to talk his eyes> expressed his love for me and his wonder at the> feelings that Valerie and I were awakeing in him. My> eyes no doubt told him that I loved him and he was> mine but that I was happy to share him with my teacher> Valerie. Valerie moaned and moaned again. "I'm going> to come" Mike closed his eyes as he felt the spasms> and throbbing of Valerie's orgasm....> It was my turn. We left Mike lying on his back on the> floor, his body suit unsnapped, his tights lowered and> his erect cock glistenning with Valeries wetness.> Valerie helped me out of my clothes. We hugged our> naked bodies together and kissed deeply. When I took> Mike into my mouth I loved the taste of Valerie. As I> was sucking Mike, Valerie kissed the lips of my vagina> and nibbled on my clitoris. I was well and truely wet> by the time Valerie guided Mike into me. Like her> before me, I was straddling Mike. Valerie helped me> find the best angle to rub my clitoris against Mike> and reached between us to make sure that my clit was> against his body. Meanwhile I was pumping myself up> and down on his cock. When Valerie was satisfied with> my position she positioned her face next to Mike's.> "Mike, you are doing well. Stay still and let Tina do> all the moving. That will help keep you from coming> until Tina is ready for you." I savoured every> feeling of having Mike at last inside me and took my> time to come. When I was ready, my hips took on a> life off their own and jerked me back and forth in> rapid movements as I reached my orgasm. Valerie said> "now, Mike" and as my vagina contracted in pulses> around Mike's cock I felt his spasms. I collapsed> onto him.> Afterwards, I pulled Mike's tights back up and> resnapped the crotch of his body-suit. I put on the> pink stirrup tights and the sweater I had been wearing> wearing. The two of snuggled together on the couch> while Valerie sat at the other end of couch and look> at us with a satisfied air.> Always the teacher, she couldn't help but ask: "so> what have we learned today? First I think that Tina> has learned how much fun it can be when the woman> takes the more active role. Secondly Mike has learned> learned that it is ok for the man to be led by the> woman and even be the more vulnerable one. And Mike> has discovered that he feels comfortable wearing> Tina's tights and bodysuit. And Mike and Tina have> learned that even when deeply in love with each other> they can still still have pleasure in sharing> themselves with a third person."> Outside the snow was falling heavily. It looked like> Mike would have to stay overnight. As if reading my> thoughts Valerie said. "Sometimes the best way to> learn a lesson is to repeat it...">> Please send your comments to tightsplus@yahoo.com Answers to this message:
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