[FM] When my dance class became fucking dirty.

This happened last Saturday, and I´m getting wet every time I think about it. I´m a student in grad school, a passionate dancer, and currently on exchange in Europe. Even though I heard before that exchange students are living a crazy, adventurous life, I didn´t think I would experience anything like this.

Last Saturday I had a contact improvisation class scheduled for the afternoon: 1,5 hours class, 1,5 hours free jam. The thought of cycling 40 minutes across town made me stick to my bed in a super lazy morning, as I didn´t really feel like spending so much time and energy. But after lunch I kicked myself to remind me on how much I love to dance. So I got up and on my bike, my legs already burning on my way there.

When I arrived, even though I was quite late, I was the first person there except for Paulo, who´s organizing the class. He has the keys to the small sports hall with the dancing hall on the upper level. We greeted and hugged each other, it has been quite a while since the last time we saw each other. The last time was three months ago, when I was fairly new in the city. Back then we had a great dance together, where we immediately had a connection. Afterwards he gave me a short massage, and I felt like in heaven. After that class I already thought, that he´s hot, and funny, and he definitely knows his body, and how to use his hands. He has dark curly hair, and a manly beard, and a darker skin tone. He is a little bit taller than me, but super well trained; more an acrobat than a dancer really. He can lift me with ease, and just try out things playfully. But I didn´t want to sexualize him, as contact impro relies on intimate physical contact without it being too close. I definitely don´t want to be checked out by the people there, so I won´t do it myself either. Well, that´s what I thought back then…

But back to last Saturday: Some more people came, and the class started. Always in couples. and every other task we changed partners. The class was great, super intense, and I was just so into it that day. Just before the last exercise, I looked around and there were only three people left that I didn´t dance with. One of them was Paulo, the other two I didn´t know, so I just walked up to him and we started. It was about sensing the other person´s hands, with closed eyes, and trying to follow their movements. And just like three months ago it clicked, we had this instant connection again. It worked out so well, it was amazing. it was intense, and it was fun. but it ended after two songs.

We all took a short break before the jam started. Many left after the class, so we were only a few people staying. Pablo and me chatted a little bit, I told him that I have only two weeks left here etc…

We started another dance and again it was great, so much fun in our spontaneous movements, and lifts, and improvised craziness. We were dancing for a few songs very energetically, and then we cooled off a little bit, I gave my weight to him, and he let me down to the floor, again very smoothly, carrying my head in his hands. and sitting behind me, he started to massage my neck, and my shoulders. In the middle of the dance floor. Not very clever. So we moved to the side, but he continued – those warm hands…amazing. Down my neck, up my head, my ears, my arms, my hands, i melted right there. He ended it with softly stroking the edges of my face.

“Thank you, Paulo. Can I do something for you too?”

“Yes, if you want to, just tell me where I should be.”

“Sure! I just want to lean against a wall.”

So I returned the favour, him and me sitting. With every grip and move he got more and more loose, and at the same time he was leaning more and more into me. When I was done massaging his back and neck and ears, I was basically hugging him from behind.

In the meantime, most of the others left already. Except for two, who sat down close to us. We started talking about dance and acrobatics and performance art. Paulo and me still sitting in the same position. I loosened up a little, he could have gotten up, but he chose not to. Instead he kept massaging and stroking my hands. And even after he once got up to get some chocolate he sat back down in the exact same position.

We continued talking, and, after the other two left Paulo and I continued talking. (As he had the key, he had to be the last one.) He asked me about what I was up to in the summer when I´m coming home, and I could feel the tension building up with every word I said, with every eye contact, with every move of his hand resting on my knee. Eventually we stopped talking, instead we kept on looking at each other and communicating without speaking, just like in the class before. And the tension grew even larger without words.

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Naturally he came closer, leaning into me, kissing me lightly. His thick lips finally catching mine. The softness quickly turned into more desire. The urge of feeling him closer to me grew larger, and with that our kisses became more intense, his warm, strong hands grabbing my face and my hair, running down my neck and my shoulders, my sides. His tongue hugging mine, dancing in our mouths. And just as his hands were exploring my body, his lips started to do the same, kissing their way down to my neck, and up to my ear, flicking my earlobe, licking and sucking behind, only interrupted by his fast breaths, while his hands kept running down my body.

After he ran down my sides once more, he grabbed me by my hips. He picked me up with ease, pulling me into his lab. My pelvis directly on top of his growing penis, which gave me an electric feeling pulsating through the whole body. Paulo kept exploring my body, running his hands underneath my shirt, grabbing my chest, and cupping my breasts, pushing up my sportsbra, and finally freeing them. He pulled up my shirt and my bra at once, and enjoying the view of my upper body, that he has been in contact with for so long, but always with a few layers in between. With one movement I stripped him of his shirt, revealing his toned upper body. Attracted by the heat he was radiating, I was leaning into his chest, while making sure to keep on teasing with my pelvis. In circular movements I was stroking and massaging his cock, grabbing his lower back and his ass. I continued kissing and softly biting his lips, his neck and his ears, interrupted by growing moans that made it impossible for me to do anything actively at times.

His hands worked their way up from my ankles now, reaching underneath my wide cut dance pants, brushing over my knees, caressing my thighs, until he finally arrived at my panties, pushing them to the side, and immediately touching my dripping wet pussy. I almost collapsed there and then.

“We should close the door.” was all he was saying. We were still sitting on the dance floor.
I put on my shirt again to go downstairs to pee, and to close the door after me. In the meantime he was getting his wallet.

When I walked back up to him, he pulled me into him.

“There´s a couch in the room over there”

So we staggered over there, until he pushed me on the couch. I straightened my upper body to pull off my shirt, his hands helping with delight, brushing over my hard nipples. Pinching, flicking and grabbing them, my back arching in pleasure. He reached down again, pulling off my pants and panties, again in one smooth move. After a short, sharp breath his lips found mine, sucking my clit, running his tongue into my vagina, while one of his hands kept massaging my thigh, the other one was grabbing my breast. It didn´t take him more than a few moments to find the right spot, and the right rhythm. My breaths got quicker, and I felt my orgasm coming. He inserted two fingers into me, and kept sucking my clit, flicking his tongue over it, until my body tensed up, and started to shake, preparing the first inner explosion to come.
After the first waves of my orgasm subsided, I pulled him into me, brushing down his pants, freeing his raging hard on, covered in precum. While he reached for the condom, I stroked him, making him moan and his hands shake in arousal.

He was running his cock up and down my vulva a few times before pushing into me. It felt even better than his trained cock looked like. With slow pushes he started to build up speed. They where followed by deep ones, by circulating motions, by fast smaller ones, and more sensual longer ones, and my hips moved along with the different rhythms. We couldn´t stop touching each other, looking into the others´ eyes. He reached to my back, pulled me into him, picked me up again, and we moved smoothly into another position, me riding him, our bodies connected as if they knew each other for much longer already.

“Oh god, this feels so good.”

I took up speed again, my breathing got quicker, his moans got louder. Good, that there was no one left in the sports hall. I leaned forward, caressing his chest with my breasts, licking his ear occasionally. He was shifting between smacking my ass in a playful way, grabbing it, and pulling me, to push deeper into me, holding me there, and letting me loose to straighten up and pop up and down his amazing cock.

“I think I will come soon” With long, deep thrusts his breath got quicker, my moans got sharper, and I knew I was close as well. “Do you want me to come?”

“Yes, come!”

And in an instant I felt his body tense up, which sent me over the edge, convulsing just a moment after him, sending waves of pleasure through my body, starting in my pelvis, spreading through my chest like fireworks and spreading into my finger tips and my toes. Until I collapsed on top of him.

We stayed in the same position, enjoying the contact and warmth of each other, before he pulled his cock out of me. We cuddled for about two more hours half sleeping, talking, kissing, caressing each other, and waiting until the rain outside stopped, the sun was already down by then. He met some friends afterwards, so he took a shower there, and I went back home. On my ride I was wondering if this has really just happened, but my worn out pussy rubbing on my bike seat convinced me it was true.

Fuck, that was hottest sex of my life.

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