Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2008 15:35:58 -0800 (PST) From: Christina di Filippo Subject: Ballet Practice WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!!! This work is copyrighted to the author. Please, do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. I will be pleased to receive your comments. Please send them to christinadifilippo@yahoo.com ______________________________________________________________________ Ballet Practice - Ff By Christina di Filippo Ever since I can remember I have attended ballet classes. I have never had the intention of becoming a ballerina but I love to dance and my mother used to say that, as far as exercises go, ballet is as good as any. I've always gone to a school of ballet not far from my home. When I was 15 a new student joined the school. She was older than I (I discovered later she was 32) and very beautiful. Her name was Barbara. She was a big woman (6 ft, 160 lbs), with an incredible body, natural blond hair and green eyes. She was a wonderful dancer but, with that size, she would never become a ballerina either: you wouldn't find a male dancer that would be able to lift her. She was very elegant, in a shy sort of way and I admired her grace and her demeanor. We become friends, as much as two women with such different ages that met only twice a week could be. At that time I was already sexually active, having done the deed with my boyfriend. There was no doubt that I enjoyed sex. I had never thought about sex with girls, though. Sometimes during classes Barbara would lift me as a male dancer would and I was impressed with her gracious strength. I used to say she was more delicate than the boys and we would laugh together. The ballet school was on the second floor of a building. At the ground floor there was a restaurant. One day there was a fire in the restaurant and the entire building was affected by it. Classes had to be suspended for 3 months while everything was fixed. On the day following the fire I went there without knowing anything and met Barbara that did not know about the accident either. We talked about our disappointment of being three months without classes and she said: "I have a room in my house where I practice ballet. If you want, we can practice there while the school is being renovated. Why don't you ask your Mom?" My Mom was relieved I would not stop practicing so we agreed to do it at her house every Tuesday and Friday. I learned that Barbara was a widow (her husband died when she was 28 in a plane crash), no kids and very rich. She lived in a large house, with a beautiful garden and many rooms, including her ballet room that had mirrors and bars and was almost as big as the school's. I would go there twice a week and we would practice for two hours or so and then we would sit on a room overlooking the garden and eat ice-cream or some delicious pastries her maid would serve us. We talked a lot and she asked many questions about my personal life. After many such conversations, I felt so intimate that she was the first adult I ever told I had had sex with my boyfriend. She smiled approvingly and said that sex was very good. Considering there were only the two of us, she would often play the role of he male dancer during our practice (the opposite would be physically impossible, I would never be able to lift her!). Because of that there was a lot of touching between us and I started to enjoy that physical intimacy. More than once I felt my nipples harden and my pussy moisten. That feeling started to grow more intense when she proposed a new choreography in which we danced something similar to a tango. At a point, her leg would come between mine and she would sort of lift me, which would make my pussy rub against her thigh. It was very erotic, but done in such a natural way that I felt ashamed of my sexual feelings. One day, when we were eating ice-cream, she asked me whether I masturbated and I was little embarrassed with that question. She then told me she used to masturbate a lot and we exchanged confidences about how we did it and how often. I was excited to have that chat with an adult. She told me she had a video of a couple dancing naked that used to excite her a lot. I was obviously very curious and asked whether I could see it. She thought a little and said: "I don't know. You are so young. I don't know whether I should. If your Mom finds out ..." I was hooked, though, and said: "Nobody will know. It will be a secret between us". After some hesitation she showed me the film. It was a beautiful couple, completely naked. They start a dance that was very much like the dance we had been practicing. The excitement between them grew as they danced (his, somewhat visibly) and the music ended like Ravel's Bolero in a musical orgasm. I was extremely excited with the film and she said: "See why I love this video so much? Isn't it exciting?" "It is the same choreography we've been dancing lately", I said. "Yes!" Then almost in an aside: "If you wish we could try naked next time". I blushed strongly in a mixture of shyness and excitement and said "We may..." My mother arrived to pick me up at that moment and we kissed good bye. That night I masturbated furiously, thinking of the dancers and of Barbara. The following day she came to see me at my house. I was alone and she said: "Forgive me for the proposal I made yesterday. I was so carried out with excitement... I shouldn't have, really". I quickly responded "No problem, I thought it was a very good idea!" and immediately blushed very strongly. She smiled and said "Really? You were not offended?" "No!" Another radiant smile: "Ok then, see you on Tuesday". I masturbated many times in anticipation to our next session. When Tuesday came, I went to practice in a state of high excitement. When I arrived she greeted me at the door ant took me to the ballet room. She looked me in the eye (with those big green eyes) and asked: "Chris: are you sure you want to do it? If you don't, we can forget the whole business". I said I wanted to, and she instantly started removing her leotard. I was frozen, looking at her beautiful body, her medium-sized breasts with delicate pink nipples and a shaven pussy with a blond "airstrip" on top. Oh boy! Was she beautiful! I was sort of mesmerized and she asked "Aren't you going to remove yours?" I blushed and started to shed my sweatsuit, sneakers and leotard. I was very shy because of the size of my small breasts and because I had a full bush, trimmed just enough to avoid hairs coming out of my bikini at the beach. Barbara looked at me said: "Why are you trying to hide? You have such a beautiful body"!" at the same time as she pulled my arms from my body, showing me entirely to her. Curiously, I was considerably shier then than I had been the first time with my boyfriend. She switched the sound on and we started dancing. All the excitement from the previous sessions was multiplied tenfold and my nipples became very hard, and my pussy really moist. At the closing of the dance, when she introduced her leg between mine, my pussy came in direct contact with her thigh and, I noticed later, I left a wet spot on it! I was mortified, but she didn't make any comment. We were sweating and she led me to the room by the garden for refreshments, saying that the maid had had the day off. We were still naked. We ate sitting facing one another and she asked me if I felt the dance as exciting as the movie. I said I did and she agreed with me. She asked me whether I had masturbated thinking of the video and I said blushingly that I had. She said that she had too but that today she would do it with a new perspective. I was not 100% sure what she meant, but I thought I would do it with a new perspective altogether. We chatted a little and then my mother came to pick me up. We had to get dressed in a hurry. She went with me to the car and said "See you on Friday". My Mom said "I don't think so, Barbara. We have a wedding to attend out of town on Saturday and we don't have anybody to take care of Chris during the weekend. She is coming with us". I moaned "Oh Mom!" The perspective of that wedding was so boring that I had erased it from my mind. Barbara said: "If Chris doesn't want to go, she can stay with me. I love your daughter's company and we could practice some more". I quickly added: "Oh please, please Mom. It is better to stay here practicing with Barbara than go to that wedding full of old people". Mom argued a little but eventually gave her consent. She and Barbara agreed that on Friday I would go straight to Barbara's house after school and Mom and Dad would pick me up Sunday evening. I think I never masturbated so much as I did between that Tuesday and Friday. I was very excited with the idea of spending the weekend with Barbara and dancing naked with her again. On Friday I went to School and then to her house. She greeted me warmly, as always, and showed me my room which was next to hers. I thought my room was big, beautifully decorated, but I forgot all about that when I saw her room. It was huge, very feminine in all details, smelling of lavender. Her bathroom was all in marble, with a big Jacuzzi. I was amazed with the beauty of the place. We went downstairs and had a light lunch of various types of salad followed by coconut ice-cream and chatted a little. We then drifted to the ballet room. As we started to remove our clothes I noticed that my very tight bra had dug under my breast and had left a red groove on my skin. Barbara said "Oh girl, you shouldn't use a bra so tight! Let me find some soothing cream". She disappeared for a while and came back with a tube of cream in her hands. She placed herself behind me, put some cream on her palms and started to massage under my breasts. I was looking at our reflection in the mirror and there she was, that naked goddess massaging my breasts. It was so good and so exciting that I moaned. "Am hurting you?" "No, it is doing wonders" She continued massaging, in larger movements so that now her hands were also massaging my nipples. Boy! Were they hard! After a few more strokes, she cleaned her hands in a towel and switched the music on. I was so excited from the beginning that I had difficulty concentrating. Her touches were making me so horny that I made several mistakes. She did not seem to notice and concentrated on leading me until, at the end, when she pulled me against her thigh, she kept me there much longer that in previous practices. I was already so excited that the feeling of her creamy thigh against my pussy became unbearable and I had a massive orgasm then and there. I was so embarrassed that I began to cry. She embraced me tightly and kissed my tears: "Shh Shh! No need to cry! Our dance was very exciting today. I almost had an orgasm myself. Don't be ashamed. It was beautiful." I was somewhat relieved with her reaction. She took me by the hand and led me to her bathroom. She opened the Jacuzzi's taps and led me to the shower. We showered together without touching each other (her shower box had to shower heads!). I was copying all her movements and had the feeling that when she got to her pussy she took a little too long. I almost had another orgasm. After the shower we went into the Jacuzzi and soaked for a few moments. Suddenly she asked "Did you ever have an orgasm with a girl or a woman before?" I blushed and said "No. It was the first time". "Was it good?" "Yes, I never thought it cold be se good". She beckoned me so I came near her and she sat me between her legs, with my back to her. Our pussies were one "on top" of the other and I could feel her breasts touching my back as she embraced me and caressed my breasts. "Are they feeling better?" "Yes. Your touch is magical!" She started to caress my breasts, without the pretense of massaging the sore skin, at he same time as her feet pushed the inside of my calves, opening my legs. She then switched the water jets and positioned herself in such a way that they flowed straight into our pussies. The water pressure on my exposed pussy, plus her caress on my breasts plus the general excitement of the situation made me enormously horny. I said: "If you keep doing this, I will come again!" She replied "Oh my love, come for me. I will come together with you!" I could not stand it any more and had a deliciously long orgasm. She moaned in my ear "Yes! Come for me! I am coming too!" She then tensed her body and embraced me tighter and moaned a very long oooh. We sort of lay in the Jacuzzi for a few minutes, panting, spent. I looked back at her and she smiled t me and kissed my lips. It was a much softer kiss than any boy's. "Let us dry up and go to bed". She dried me, my body, my hair, my breasts, the crack of my ass and my pussy. She then handed me a towel and said "Your turn". I smiled and said "That's unfair. You are so much bigger than I am". She laughed and said "Go on, slave". For the first time in my life, I had intimate contact with a woman's body other than my own. We proceeded to her bed, which had satin sheets on. She lay on the bed and pulled me to her, in such a way that I was on top of her, with my pussy humping her hipbone. "Are you comfortable with having sex with a woman?" she asked. "I am loving each minute of it!" "You know what I want to do to you? I want to lick your body. Your whole body. Do you want me to?" I nodded and she said added "Do you want to lick mine?" I laughed mischievously and said "That's unfair! I always have to work more than you". She threw me on her side laughingly and started to kiss my lips, my eyes, my ears, my neck, my breasts, where she stayed for a long time. She then licked my armpits, my belly, my navel and hips, overlooking my aching pussy. She continued kissing down until she got to my feet and put my toes in her mouth, which gave me a huge thrill. She then turned me on my belly and came kissing the back of my legs, behind my knee (oohhh) until she came to my ass. She then pulled me in all fours and started licking the crack of my ass. I was surprised with the invasion of my intimacy. I have never touched myself in the ass except for washing it and suddenly I feel the tip of her tongue pushing against my rosebud. Jeez! I started coming furiously and she started to lap at my pussy, drinking all the honey that was coming off me. When I finished she kissed me in the lips and could feel my own taste in her mouth. After my breath came to normal I said "My turn now" and started to replicate what she had done to me. When I was going down from her belly to her thigh, I felt the strong enticing smell of her pussy and decided to take a shortcut. I licked her pussy and felt a very large clit growing in my mouth. She was moaning softly as I licked her, as naturally as if I had done it all my life. I could not believe how exciting the smell of a woman in heat was and how delicious the taste. Suddenly she started to tense up and moan higher, and she came in my mouth, giving off a little nectar that I lapped happily. We fell asleep in each other arms, spent, and woke up about an hour later, hungry. We had a light dinner and saw a movie, lying on her bed, cuddling. We were naked and she would caress me all the time, avoiding the more sensitive spots. When the film came to an end I went to pee and she came with me. I peed with her looking at my stream and then she peed with me looking at hers. It was beautiful. We washed each other and ran back to bed, caressing and kissing. After a few minutes of kissing and touching and licking she opened a drawer in the nightstand and took several dildos of various sizes. She got on all fours and asked me to stick a fairly large one in her pussy. She was very wet and I did not have any difficulty. I was very excited pushing it in and out when she handed me a small conical thing (that later I discovered was a buttplug), glistening with an oily substance and asked me: "Please baby, stick it up my bum! Gently!" I barely knew anal sex existed, but today was discovery day. I pushed it up her pink asshole and it got larger and larger until it swallowed the whole thing. She the asked: "Please, lick me" and opened herself, pushing my head gently towards the delicious aroma of her pink wet pussy and of her huge hard clit. She came again, with along moan. In fact she came more than once. When she recovered her breath she got a strange contraption and asked "Have you ever seen a strap-on?" I was too amazed to respond as she put it on and started to lick me in preparation. She then fucked me with such gentleness, so tenderly, that I had no alternative but to have yet another loooong delicious orgasm. Our pussies were sore by the time we decided to sleep. She asked me to pull her buttplug and I was amazed with the size of her asshole. We slept naked, cuddling. When I worked in the morning I went to pee and felt my pussy sore. She offered to spread some soothing cream. I loved her touch, despite of the soreness. She put some more cream on her finger and started to massage my rosebud, at the same time as she massaged my clit with the other hand. When she felt I was starting to come, she pushed her finger into my back passage, which surprised me and provoked a new high in matters of orgasm. She asked very softly in my era: "Has your boyfriend ever fucked you in the ass?" As I made no with my head, she added: "We will have to take care of that". That day she fucked my ass with a thin strap-on, at the same time she fingered my clit, chanting in my ear: "Come for me you naughty girl! Feel your bum filled. Say you like it!" I yelled "Yes! Fuck my ass! Make me come please!" It was a wonderful sensation. That weekend was the longest all sex weekend of my life. She taught me all ways to satisfy a woman with my fingers, with my lips and my tongue, using all kinds of erotic language. We were lovers for quite a while, until I went to University and we sort of parted our ways. We still meet from time to time and always practice our little dance together.