As I stood at the side of the stage, I was totally transfixed as I watched Amy perform. I loved this routine as it was fast and raunchy, but above all because it meant that I was close to her, able to watch her.
Amy was part of a Modern Dance group that had been performing at the Theatre were I work. They had been at the Theatre for the last ten days, but this was their last performance. Each show consisted of four routines. This was the third of those, and Amy had become its undoubted star.
At 23, Amy was three years younger than me. When I first set eyes on her I thought “Wow!”. Put simply, she was gorgeous. Her dark, ebony coloured skin seemed to glisten under the arc lights, and looked so smooth. As you would expect of a dancer, she was incredibly fit, with a firm, but not over muscular, body. Her breasts were full, and she definitely curved in and out in all the right places.
Her shoulder length hair looked quite crinkly, but was in fact very soft when you saw it up close. Her face was perfect, her eyes bright, and her lips full and soft. As she danced this routine she was wearing a vest that clung to her body, and tight tracksuit bottoms. From where I was stood at the side of the stage, I can clearly see her nipples through her top, and the outline of her body through her trousers.
Over the last ten days I’ve seen a lot of her, both during rehearsals and the performances. We’ve got to know each other really well, and the “wow” I thought about her ten days ago has grown too much more. Yes, I want her, and I sense that she wants me, but I hope that there is much more to our developing relationship. However, tonight must be the night, as tomorrow she will be moving on.
I’ve worked in the Theatre for the last year or so. During the dance routines I keep an eye on things generally, and help the dancers with props and the like as they move through the various changes. I know the timings of the routines down to the last second, and knew from the time and the music that Amy was approaching my favorite part.
The routine was played out around some music by Jimi Hendrix. Amy dances the part of a rebellious young lady, who wants attention but was being ignored. At this point in the routine she dances up and down the side of the stage, from the front backwards.
To try and get some attention, she pulls her trousers down to expose the top of one cheek. After returning to the front of the stage, she dances back again, this time pulling her top up. In reality, this is all a big tease – Amy only appears to the audience to be showing of bits of her body. Except for this time.
As she danced back towards where I was stood, she turned her back towards me as she pulled her trousers down on one hip. But this time she turned further, and pulled her trousers lower. I was given a perfect view of the top half of her bum, catching an all to fleeting glimpse of her firm buttocks, and the tight crack between them.
Pulling her trousers up, she danced back to the front, before coming back towards me again, on a different line to normal. Amy pulled her top up. Usually she stopped as her top reached the bottom of her breasts, but this time she went further, showing them to me in full, a wicked grin on her face. She pulled her top down and carried on with her dance.
The sight of her gorgeous ass was one thing, but her firm breasts, bouncing softly as she danced towards me and pulled her top up, was quite another. My cock felt fit to burst, a more than obvious bulge developing in my shorts. I knew that no one else could have seen what Amy had just done, and that her show was just for me. I also knew that she was due off stage in a few seconds time. But where was this leading??
My cock was still rock hard when Amy bounced off stage a few seconds later, a delicious smile across her face. You reached for me and placed the flat of her hand lightly on the front of my shorts.
“You liked then,” she murmured, in her delightfully husky voice.
I just stood and looked at her, my jaw dropping open.
“Quick,” she added, “we haven’t got long, and I need you.”
She squeezed my cock.
Was this real? Was this really happening to me?
She pulled me quickly towards a curtained off area at the side of the stage that was used by the dancers to do quick changes. I knew that all the other dancers were now on stage. I also knew that Amy was off stage for exactly six minutes – of which only five remained.
There were clothes hung up all around the area. The only furniture was a table and a few chairs. Amy made straight for the table. Standing in front of it, facing me, she quickly pulled her trousers down to just below her knees. She slid her naked ass onto the table and pulled her feet up onto the edge. With her knees up high, her pussy was totally exposed to me.
“Quickly,” she demanded, “Fuck me.”
Although still stunned by how this was developing, I reacted at last. Pushing my shorts down as I crossed the short distance between us, I dragged my hard cock out. Amy reached for me, and guided me to her pussy. As I gazed down at her, all I really noticed was the contrast between my tanned flesh and her dark ebony flesh, and between by pale coloured cock and her wet pinkness. And then my cock was inside her.
We both gasped as I stepped closer to her, driving my cock straight into her. Her pussy was hot, tight, and very wet. My cock stretched her as I pumped into her. I reached down and held her by the hips, driving my cock into her. She cried out as I fucked her, pumping into her as hard and as deep as I could. She urged me on, both of us aware of the time, aware that Amy needed to be back on stage, aware that we needed each other, wanted each other.
It seemed that I had only been inside her a short time when amazingly she came, grabbing my hand and pressing her lips to it to muffle her cries. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed around me as her orgasm rippled through her. My balls ached as I held by cock deep inside her, releasing my cum into her. I bit my lip to stop myself crying out. We clung to each other as best we good, her legs still up high between us, our lips barely touching as we kissed for the first time.
As we came down from our high, the music from the stage got louder, the tempo faster. With a start we both recognized Amy’s cue to go back on stage. I pulled away from her and stepped back, watching as she pushed some tissues between her legs to stop my cum and her juices from marking her clothes, and pulled her trousers up, before dashing back on stage, a beat or two late.
I went back to watch her, slipping my cock, still wet with her juices, back into my shorts. I watched her, noticing the flush across her chest for the first time. As she danced across the stage towards me, she smiled that delicious smile again, and I knew that this was only the beginning.
I didn’t see Amy when that routine was over as she had to change – but I did hear the applause, and knew that most of it was for her. If only they knew! The last dance routine is really busy for me, with a lot of prop changes to deal with. As Amy was dancing for the whole routine, I barely saw her again until after the performance. Even then all I saw was that smile again as she had to rush off. Unfortunately, it was her turn to chat to some of the audience straight after the performance.
I watched her laughing and joking with the audience. She was still dressed in the jumper and skirt she had worn for the last routine. Her jumper clung to her every curve, and twinges of jealousy ran through me at the looks she was getting from the men in the group around her. But eventually she was finished, and went off to get changed.
I quickly got changed into jeans and a tee shirt and waited for her, assuming – or hoping - that we would be going to the last night party together. When she came out of the dressing room with the other girls in the dance group, my jaw dropped. She was dressed simply in a red mini skirt and white tee shirt. Her skin glowed. She wore hardly any makeup, and her hair was held back with a clip. All this, and the contrast between the colour of her clothes and her dark skin, was absolutely stunning.
She came straight across to me, and kissed me. My arm curled around her and pulled her to me. I felt her breasts against me as our lips touched again. They felt soft and moist. The tip of her tongue ran softly along my lips, and then into my mouth. I sucked gently on her tongue before we parted, breathless. The other dancers looked on in astonishment – but we didn’t care. I took her hand and led the way outside.
The party was being held in the hotel across the road where the dancers were staying. We stayed close together, knowing without saying anything that we would only stay long enough to be polite. We ate a little, and drank a glass of wine together as we chatted to other guests at the party. Amy naturally got a lot of attention, but after an hour or so I led her out of the party and over to the lifts.
On the way out I grabbed an ice bucket with a bottle of wine in it, while Amy found two glasses. The lift came quickly, and we were soon on our way to the eleventh floor. Neither of us spoke in the lift, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I was still wondering at the speed of events, not quite believing what had happened over the last couple of hours.
Amy led the way to her room, and let us in with her key. I pushed the door shut behind us, while Amy put on the bedside lights. The room was a typical city centre hotel room, except that somehow the room felt more personal, more intimate, being alone there with Amy. I put the wine down next to the glasses on the bedside cabinet. Turning towards Amy, I held out my arms.
She came quickly to me. We held each other tight, our bodies pressed close together, as we kissed. Again she ran the tip of her tongue along my lips, and then into my mouth. This time she thrust her tongue deeper as I sucked on it. We broke apart, catching our breath. As our lips and tongues met again I looked into her eyes, seeing the passion, the desire, there. Our kisses became more urgent, more demanding.
