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.