The dancers and their teacher, who had turned around at the disturbance, happened to be in the process of a similar move, so that all occupants of the room stood in a crouch, their arms crossed before them. He shrugged, amused and, being a cheeky sort of chap, stepped jokingly to his right in time to the beat of the music, which took him out of the shower tray and the water cascading from above.
The teacher stepped with him, straight-faced. Her serious expression interested him. Was she being ironic? He couldn’t tell, but while he kept his hands crossed in front of him, she now held hers outstretched. The class followed her step, and he watched their breasts bounce pleasingly as they did so.
Someone above, too quick to be the ancient janitor, had managed to reach the shower tap to turn it off, and he looked up to his left as the cascade reduced to drips. Thirteen women looked up to their right in response. He took another step to his right, the teacher took a step to her left with her arms held out, and the class followed her. This was fun! More moves followed, the steps from him copied by the teacher, his steps and her improvised arm movements in turn copied by the class as the music banged away.
After a few turns both sides began to appreciate the physical characteristics of their counterparts. The girls found him to be tall, dark, lean and well-muscled, with a twinkle in his eye and the confidence to lead. He saw pretty faces, some smiling, some in serious concentration, and lean dancers' figures. As he looked, their curves drew his eyes and his gaze darted from girl to girl, sliding round a breast to its soft armpit, down to linger in the dip of a slim waist hugged by tight fabric then following the line out over a hip, down a long, long thigh, pausing briefly on a bent knee over a smooth shin to a black, high-heeled shoe, and jumping across to its pair and back up the other long leg.
This was dazzling, there were too many sights to take in! His gaze found and locked on the teacher's stockinged legs with darker constricting black bands holding them up at the tops of her thighs. Below a light yellow top and bare midriff her very short blue skirt flared around her hips and flew up constantly as she danced. It appeared to have no purpose other than to focus the eye on her pelvic region and the flashes it revealed of same blue coloured panties covering that interesting juncture of her legs.
Some of the girls' leotards were cut very high at the hips and came down in only a narrow strip - local beauticians clearly did a good trade in bikini waxing. It gave him an idea. He did a move spreading his legs, bending his knees and turning slowly. The teacher copied him, but half-cupped her breasts before running her hands down her hips and behind to her bottom as she pushed her pelvis forwards, the class mimicking her movements.
The results were exciting: lean inner-thighs spread apart, and fabric stretched tightly over pubises whose silhouettes curved down at the joins between every pair of legs. The teacher’s skirt spread wide over her thighs and rose up like a curtain, displaying what was in fact a tiny blue thong, framed by her sheer black stockings and the definition of muscles and stretched tendons that led symmetrically to her join. She had to be clean shaven. He could see the bones of her pelvis and intriguing hints of a central crease in that puffy mound between her legs.
Another girl with a black ponytail and bright red lipstick was even more revealing. Her pink leotard stretched tight over the huge bar of her bosom, allowing him to see the lines of her undergarment, and the points of her nipples. This much was quite a sight, but between her legs the fabric was strained to translucency. he could clearly see her pussy. And she could see that he could see. Was she becoming aroused? A crinkled curtain of inner lips appeared to grow from within, pushing apart the lips that protected it. He gaped – unable to believe what he was watching.
This was too stimulating too ignore, and risking the class’s wrath for a better look, he brought his feet together and made two hip-turning steps towards them, they confidently and sexily stepping towards him, before he dropped down, feet apart, right in front of the teacher.
Teacher spread her knees wide just for him. He could distinctly see the camel-toe outline of vulval lips behind the thin material of her thong. Again she cupped her breasts, but this time she squeezed them whilst looking straight at him. He felt his cock give a jerk and start to thicken behind his hands. She moved her hands down over her hips and crossed then in front of her pelvis, framed the area with her fingers, and pressed against her inner thighs. As she pressed in she pulled her hands apart so that he was able to get an impression of that central crease getting wider. He now had difficulty keeping his rapidly hardening cock behind his hands. But to make his difficulty worse she stood up, turned around and bent over to touch her toes, presenting him with her lovely rear. Her skirt didn't begin to cover the peachy cheeks and the dark valley between, with its thin strip of blue running down like a river through a canyon. Her head and torso hung down between the A-frame of her legs, and her mouth was open as she looked back at him, upside down, long blond hair pooled on the floor. Apparently the thong needed adjusting because one hand reached up and caught the tight string just under the Y at the top, and slid down pulling it out of the ditch in which it had become stuck. She was quick but he had just a glimpse of her tiny anus before she was done. She stood up and turned to face him, Blond strands covered one eye and part of her face. She tossed them back with a flick of her head, and purposefully looked down at his hands, which could no longer hide the spear sticking out in front of him. "You lose", she said and, laughing, looked round to the rest of the class.
The tension broke and suddenly there were thirteen girls laughing at him. If any of them had been aroused before then it seemed to have been forgotten now. He was stunned, embarrassed. His erection was uncontrollable, it wouldn't go away and he had the feeling of having been caught out, of having gone too far. Anxiety hit him – like the dream in which you find yourself naked in the main street. He must find an exit. He once again covered himself with both hands and made sidesteps towards the swing doors of the studio on his right. The facing class and teacher stepped with him, giggling, and were once again able to see his blood engorged penis as he raised his hands to open the doors, which made them burst out laughing. His embarrassment grew, and his frustration at not being able to get rid of the tell-tale sign of his state.
But the doors opened automatically and he half fell straight into the back of a towel be-turbanned girl, fresh from her own shower, her body swathed in a larger towel.
She turned her head to look round and her lips pouted in surprise, which became a welcoming smile as she felt his naked frame against her bottom through the towel, and his arms round her waist as he tried to keep his balance. Their eyes met in immediate mutual attraction and messages passed between them: his discomfort at being caught aroused and off-balance, her amusement at this, which made him blush almost to anger at his undignified situation.
She reached one slim hand behind her and brushed his heavy penis, and her gaze became intense. The hand boldly returned to grasp it, and it immediately twitched in her little fist. She began to move it up and down the shaft.
Again he was taken aback. He stopped dead, just feeling her warm hand moving up and down. Finally he was emboldened to touch the back of her thigh. It felt delightfully smooth and soft. He reached up under the towel and grabbed a full handful of her buttock, separating it from its mate and eliciting a widening of her dark eyes, His other hand reached up under the front of her towel and slid up until it found her vagina. He explored and found that it was topped by a small shaved strip of hair. He continued exploring and found her nub, and dallied there in little circles. Her eyes were locked onto his as his fingers moved lower and he felt fleshy tissues separating, first plainly damp from her shower, but quickly sticky and lubricious. His middle finger instinctively found her core and pushed in, pulling a gasp from her lovely mouth as he felt her tight rim separate around his first knuckle, then around his second, and finally he was in up to the third.
Judging her need from her pleading eyes he rapidly and methodically finger-fucked her, pulling it forward and finding the pad of her g-spot. His thumb went back to her swollen clitoris and flicked over it, back and forth. Her eyes closed and her breathing became heavy and gasping. Then her cunt suddenly became deliciously wet and slippery and spasmed around him, clutching his finger. She held on to him for support, turning her head and biting his shoulder, groaning as she orgasmed.
He had never had a girl come so quickly! It was the surprise that did it, he thought, and he felt her legs go weak as she fell forward to rest her hands on a locker. The turban towel came off to reveal brown hair in a short bob.
She was pushed back against him, provocatively it seemed. Her towel had risen up and his hard cock jammed between her buttocks. He wasn't sure if it was accidental or if she was offering herself to him. "Oh, what the hell", he thought and impatiently guided his cock to her slit. He couldn't find her entrance and just pushed in and around her slick lips, searching upwards until he felt a little core give and widen around his big head.
He pushed forward and she cried out as she felt him entering her. He could feel her hot and slick, separating around him as he pushed up and in. He was rock hard. He tried to stuff himself into her and she cried out again, but wriggled to encourage him in his effort. Finally he grabbed her hips and rammed up and in, his whole length thick and stiff inside her, his root pressed hard up against her, revelling in the slippery juices that soaked them both. God she was wet!
The doors, which were as unreliable as the rest of this cheaply built place, suddenly swang open once more to present the class with this scene, and they laughingly made the same motions: holding their hands down in front of them and pumping their hips forward and backward in imitation of him. Then the formation broke up as several of the dancers came over to look.
Now he had an audience watching from the side as his engorged cock rythmically disappeared and reappeared from that sweet ass. To give them a better view he pulled almost completely out of her, and rammed back home. That would teach them not to laugh! Let them imagine that length in their own pussies! He started to pump, pump, pump, controlling his girl, accepting her offering of pussy. He was huge inside her. The whole class heard her gasp as he invaded her, taking more than she had ever expected.
He looked straight at the teacher standing at the front and saw as she lifted up her skirt to reveal that blue thong. A darker blue spot had appeared and was spreading. She placed her hand to cover this damp patch and jigged two fingers gently back and forth over it as she looked on, fixated. The girl with the ponytail was licking her lips as she watched, making her red mouth glisten – he knew what he wanted to put into it. Another dancer with red hair whose costume seemed to consist of a t-shirt and a pair of knickers, emboldened by the teacher’s example, slipped her t-shirt over her head and undid her bra from the back to display her big round tits, which she cupped and squeezed. They rose and fell with her breath as she watched him. Other girls hands started to move to their own breasts and crotches as heads craned to absorb the view.
Another gush of warmth and the cunt he was fucking gripped him, and the girl bucked and pushed back to get more of him. He was making her come again. He reached up and grabbed her breasts finding them soft and yielding – as if he owned them, and her. He put his mouth to her ear and bit, none too gently. She cried out and threw her head back to expose her neck to him. She knew was his to control, held at the top of her body by his hands and pinned at the bottom by his prick, stuck right up inside her, and he spurted. Spurted and spurted, slammed and slammed into her, again and again, slippery and out of control as he instinctively tried to pump his seed into her womb, to impregnate her, and she wailed as she eagerly accepted it.