Ballet Land Pt 03

My first full day in ballet land

I woke up strangely relaxed and calm. Although this world was fantastical it felt like also like I belonged there so much and it so tied into my deepest desires and wants that I felt utterly comfortable, like it was the life I should be leading in the real world, but was too blocked by fears. I had slept nude and it felt luxurious against the velvet sheets. Everything from the color of the room, the the lighting to the subtle musk scent of body wash seemed to emphasize the feeling of sensuality.

Laid out on the dresser was my outfit for my first ballet class: a stretch white tee shirt, black tights, leather ballet slippers and black tights. I ran my hand over the tights, they were matte, soft, with a clear knit pattern and a seam down the back leg.

My hand stopped on tights and I felt them tremble a little. I realized my whole life, I loved the world of ballet but feared 'what others might think'. It wasn't just about dance, I was attracted to the whole world and I was so enamored by tights it overshadowed even nudity when looking at women. I liked putting on tights, I liked women in tights, but women without tights? I was about to find out more about myself than I wanted. Even in this fantasy world (I still wondered..was it a dream?) I realized the act of putting on this outfit and going to class would be breaking past a wall of fear. What else laid behind it?

I put on the shirt, it was a soft stretch cotton and conformed to my body perfectly. Next was the dance belt. I had never worn one before. I chose a nude one figuring it would match my skin color. It had a wide belt and as I put it on, I felt a slight stimulation from the tight thong in the back and the way it bound my loins.

An chill went up my spine when I touched the tights. I could feel myself rapidly getting hard as I slid them on and hiked them so my glutes were separated and it encased the dance belt. I had a super boner like I had the day before. Finally I knelt down to put on my ballet slippers. I loved the slight rustling sound the material made and how it slid and moved to conform with my motion, staying close but also stimulating me all over my legs, ass and crotch. Lastly I put on a small stretch dance belt, but I later learned that most guys adjusted their tights throughout practice.

Leaving my mini studio apartment, I stepped out into the hall and looked for signs to the rehearsal studio. A guy about my age dressed similarly was also in the hall and he immediately came over, introduced himself as Robert and asked if I was heading to class. I told him I was and it was my first day, and he offered to show me the way.

As we walked over he gave me more information about Ballet Land but when I would ask the bigger 'whys' he would say just as my fairy-guide did -- don't ask why, just enjoy and appreciate.

The class was about twenty four people men and women, I just followed everyone was doing as Robert advised me and took a position on one of the bars dancers use to exercise. Looking around I noticed all the women were in a standard outfit like I had seen earlier -- dark leotards and pink tights, pink slippers.

The teacher walked in and class began. All the sudden I was very nervous because I had never done ballet, but very quickly I found that though it was hard and challenging I loved the exercises and I had naturally taken to them very well. I later learned that in Ballet Land you have less mental inhibition and it's easier to become your true self in all aspects.

I was working hard and concentrating but it didn't stop me from appreciating the beautiful women in leotards and tights, especially when they bent over and did deep plies. As class progressed a sensual musky smell of clean sweat, phenoms, nylon and leather slippers filled the air. There was an erotic charge but it was all channelled into the energy of movement, which was a whole new sensation for me.

I left the class tired a little sore but energized... I LOVED ballet! As I walked down the studio hall I saw a young woman emerge from another studio. She had her dark hair in a tight bun and wore a white fleece top and black tights. Her tights hiked up her full ass perfectly. Her ass had the perfect combination of muscle and fat in the right places.

"Good morning," I said when I caught up to her, "How was class?"

"Fine," she replied, smiling,"How about yours?"

I told her how I took my first ballet class and loved it. I learned her name was Catherine and told her mine. She said she loved ballet and I quickly used this to ask about position she could perhaps demonstrate in an empty studio.

"Sure," she replied with a mischief smile.

In an empty studio she demonstrated a plie as I stood close by and watched. As she squatted in first position, a sensual aroma wafted from her crotch and I couldn't' contain myself anymore.

"Mind if I take a closer look," I said, practically panting.

"Sure," she replied turning around and displaying her rear.

I knelt down and buried my face in her ass, putting my nose deep in her glutes. A wonderful, sensual aroma came from her rear and sweaty nylon tights. I caressed my check on soft ass, even stuck my tongue in her tights covered as and licked her sweaty pussy which caused her to pant. Her tights were wet with sweat and filled with a sensual aroma in the crotch and ass.

She started to pant, and I knew we weren't supposed to get sexual, so I rose up, sliding my crotch against her ass, turned her around and thanked her.

As she walked away my whole body and hardon pulsed watching her ass sway. I was really beginning to enjoy Ballet Land.