Ballet Tights Part 7 Epilogue- At The Ballet Again
A few months later we attended the Nutcracker. We had great seats so close I could see the fabric of the tights the dancers were wearing. As I gazed at the dancers my mind went back to that night at the ballet when I first noticed the men, and desperately wanted to be aroused by the women but couldn't. Now I just admired the beauty of the dancers, no longer worrying about what aroused me and what didn't. Towards the end of the first act, the dancers dressed as soldiers came out. They were in close fitting blue tunic, and white tights. I'm marveled at how beautiful and luscious their legs butts and asses and bulges looked.
During intermission we had drinks on mezzanine level, and toasted each other and smiling. Just a year ago I was at the ballet with a woman and bored out of my mind, now I was gazing into my gay lover's eyes and felt giddy with delight.
During the performance we held hands in the dark and although I loved the performance, I sensed Tim had something planned and I started to get impatient and horny to get back to his place.
We started to kiss once we got in the door but before we got too aroused, he stopped.
"It is Christmas season," he said in between planting my lips with with sensual kisses, "Lets get into the spirit".
He told me to go to the bedroom and change, and I started going nuts with anticipation. On the bed was were white tights and slippers, a blue sash... lipstick and and a gauzy white dress, much like the nightgown Clara wore in the nutcracker. Until now he had never asked me to put on female gender stuff, but I noticed I had a raging hardon when I thought about putting the lipstick on.
I quickly took off my clothes and stood there naked with a full boner. I tried to calm myself down as I slid one leg into the tights. They were soft and stretchy and were actually a woman's make in a plus size. I slid them over the other leg than over my butt and crotch. The erotic sensual feeling of the nylon against my crotch and butt never wavered, and I hiked it up so my glutes were separated.
I then slipped the light night dress on and tied the blue sash around it. Looking in the mirror, I put the lipstick on. My hair was a little long and wavy, and I realized I had a 'soft' face and might even pass for a woman with the right make up.
Although I had sex with Tim regularly now, I was shaking all over with excitement and anticipation. I opened the door and he was standing in the middle of the living room. He was dressed as the nutcracker prince, in a tight fitting bright red tunic jacket, white tights and white boots. I hungrily eyed his bulge as I was drawn to him like super charged magnet.
Our lips met in a deep passionate kiss. Then our mouths opened and our tongues sensually licked one another. We kissed longer than usual and finally I hugged him, stroking his back, feeling the sensuous red velvet tunic and then feeling the soft stretchy knit nylon of this tights that clung every contour of his ass. I gazed passionately and longingly into his eyes as I cupped his cock with my hand and gently stroked it.
We gazed into each others eyes while I lightly stroked his cock. I came closer, kissed him again and smiled and stoked my hands over the luxurious velvet tunic as I sunk to my knees.
