Opening night was less than 2 weeks away and the show was coming apart. Sure, it was just amateur theater, but even amateur theater needs some class. The lead cast knew they could do a lot more than the first-time director was having them do.
"I swear, if he asks me what my motivation is one more time, I will throttle him. It's a damn musical! My motivation is to sing my song and not fall flat on my face when I am dancing with you," Eric, the leading man, told his 'co-star' Nicole.
"Yeah! At least he doesn't have you do an entire dance routine in a towel the size of a dishrag. I am sure everyone is getting to see more than they are paying for."
Eric could not disagree. He, like the entire male cast and crew, stopped whatever they were doing to catch rehearsals of the scene where Nicole and her fellow nurses simulate having a shower on stage. In addition to having them all wear next to nothing, the director was having them dance a shower-dance that could have been part of any nightclub, stripper routine. But, even with a stage full of half naked girls, Eric's eyes were always drawn to Nicole's body. For a dancer, she had amazingly round and large breasts that rose tantalizingly over the towel in the scene he was visualizing. And when she turned around, the entire bottom half of her tight dancer's ass was exposed.
"And we really need to work on some of our dialog scenes, Eric. I mean we have rehearsed the shower scene every day, but you and I have yet to even block the scene where we dance on your patio after the dinner."
"Yuck! That's the one where I have to do my awful French accent. I would rather watch the shower scene again.'
Nicole laughed and punched him on the arm, "I'm sure you would. But seriously, we need to work on that scene," and then after a while, "you know, we don't have a rehearsal tomorrow night. Why don't you come over to my place after work and we can run through some lines, do some blocking, and maybe even work on the dance."
Eric had been nodding his head until she mentioned the dance. The thought of dancing with Nicole filled his head with dread. He was a good enough dancer. In fact, that's what had landed him the lead in the Phillipsburg Players production of South Pacific. It was the fact that the director wanted their dance to be steamy, and even the thought of holding Nicole tight while she moved her firm, round hips against him, was enough to make him hard as a rock.
"Errrr...sure," he replied, unable to think of an excuse fast enough, "see you tomorrow then."
He watched her as she gracefully moved away. Her dark hair came to just below her shoulder blades. She was wearing a simple white T-shirt that did not quite reach her stretch pants revealing a few inches of tan and taut abdomen. But it was her ass that arrested Eric's attention daily. From her narrow waist, her hips flared our forming a wide womanly shape. Each of her ass cheeks, tightly restrained in spandex, was a perfect hemisphere. The pants dived deep into the crack between her buttocks and Eric, and half the males on the cast, fantasized about running his tongue down that magical crevasse. She wore the kinds of thong panties you would expect a dancer to if she did not want large amounts of crotch fabric bunched up in her ass after a few active moves. Her thighs were firm and muscular, and Eric had spent a few nights wishing she would lock him between those tapered legs while he explored their confluence with his lips and his tongue.
"And Eric, if you like, I can cook up some pasta and we can eat after we practice, OK?" He had been so busy imagining the ravenous things he would do to her pussy, that he had not seen her returning towards him.
It had been a rough rehearsal period. In addition to the incompetent director and the limited talents of the amateur cast, Eric had been having a very literal hard time with his many romantic scenes with Nicole. She was gorgeous enough that Eric found himself being distracted by her silky hair or her pouting lips or her dark, mysterious eyes. If he tried looking away from her face, her luscious breasts, flat belly and her surprisingly rounded ass made him embarrassingly aroused. He spent many rehearsals trying to make his painful erection go away by staring at the unattractive woman who played Bloody Mary. He had spent time with actresses and dancers before, but had never found himself as lost as when he was on stage with Nicole. The extra session at her apartment sounded great, if he could concentrate long enough.
The day had been a busy one at work for Eric, so he had been able to reach her apartment without having formulated too many teen fantasies involving Nicole's lips wrapped around his cock or her dancer's body suspended over his with her muscular legs spread wide apart.
"Come on in," she said, and lightly brushed his cheek with her magically full lips, "I had just started warming up." She was wearing a purple tank top and a pair of gray sweat pants. On anyone else this outfit would have looked dowdy. Eric felt his dick twitch at the sight of her ass wiggle away from him.
'I need to change out of my work clothes if we want to be able to do our dance properly," he mentioned, staring at her body as she stretched. She had been reaching upwards, stretching every muscle in her body, as well as the tank top that suddenly appeared far too tiny for the job. As her arms reached for the ceiling, the bottom of her exercise bra became clearly visible. She noticed him staring at her perky tits and smiled.
"The bathroom is through that door," she said pointing behind him.
The bathroom was a feminine pink. Eric inhaled deeply as his dropped his pants and threw on his sweat pants. Damn! His erection would be clearly visible in that. He was glad his pants were dark enough to camouflage the dark spot that would surely form due to his dripping precum. As he was about to leave the bathroom, Eric noticed some of Nicole's underwear hanging on the door. He was no panty-fetish man, but he found himself drawn to the black, lacy panties. He raised his face to them and was rewarded with a strong aroma of pussy. Eric knew that these must be the panties she had worn all the day for there to be so strong a perfume of feminine secretions. He inhaled deeply a few times and felt his underwear become wet with his own secretions. Eric walked out of the bathroom before Nicole could get suspicious. She had finished her warm-ups and was having drink of water. Her eyes traveled down his well-sculpted body and settled at his groin. She could see the rise in his pants and licked her lips.
"Let's get started, shall we?" she said, handing him a glass of water as well, "I thought we could do the dance first and then ...well, then the romantic stuff." He knew she meant the scene where they are meant to embrace passionately and kiss.
"Sounds good, do you have the music?"
She bent over the stereo to put in the tape, giving Eric a view of her round butt cheeks straining in her sweatpants. From where he was he could notice no panty lines at all, making him wonder if she had changed out of those ones he had sniffed without replacing them at all.
"Let's start with our entrance onto the stage," she directed him, "you come from that side and see me standing looking out over your plantation. Remember, you look like you have never seen anything so beautiful in your life." She giggled at this last instruction.
"That won't be hard," he said looking at her firm body.
She laughed and said, "Be good, Eric, and you will get dinner." Be bad and you will get laid, he thought to himself.
The initial moves in the dance were straightforward and not too steamy. After a few lines, a quick bow a courtesy, they started a waltz in which Eric held his partner far enough for her not to feel his painful hard-on between them. But then the director had decided the music would take on a sensual, island beat in which Nicole would drape herself around Eric's body in ways designed to make the audience gasp, and his cock explode. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed up against him. He could feel her breath against his face, warm, fresh. Her lips glistened for a moment and he knew he would have thrust his tongue between them had her directions not called upon her to drop languidly to her knees, still pressing her startlingly round breasts against his torso. He felt her breath on his chin, his neck, and his chest as she fell to her knees. He face was right in front of his crotch and there was no hiding his response to her moves. He almost forgot that he had to lift up almost as soon as she reached the floor. They had had some trouble with this lift in rehearsal, but this time he was able to lift her so that she was in the air and his face was buried in her deep cleavage. He inhaled her perfume; surprised to note that it resembled the aroma he had caught from her panties earlier in the bathroom.
The director had a few more shimmies, drops and lifts, ending with Nicole standing behind Eric with her hands on his chest. As the music finished, they both stood there. She was pressing against him hard enough for him to feel her taut nipples. She allowed her hands to explore his chest and abdomen, reaching as far down as his sweatpants, before he turned around. His cock pushed against her belly, but she hardly seemed to notice as she started in his eyes waiting for his next move.
