Me [20 at the time] and a girl from my dad’s dance studio [18 at the time] [long][MF]

I recently discovered this sub and have been loving it. This happened to me about 17 years ago (basically forever ago) but it is a huge highlight if not THEE highlight in my sexual past so I wanted to share. I’ve told this story to anyone that would listen so many times over the years so it has stayed very fresh in my mind. It ended up wayyy longer than I intended because of backstory and I got a little crazy with the details. If you want to jump to the action, I’ve labeled the section where it starts. Hope you enjoy!

Every summer I would go to my dad’s a few states away. It had been that way since I could remember. My parents had divorced when I was three so it was just normal for me. He owned a competition dance studio and growing up around so many cute girls in tight dance costumes was interesting to say the least. I was the teacher’s son but I was only in town for a few weeks each year so I didn’t get much time to get too close to any of the girls. But I did get to see them grow up along with me year after year. Taylor was a couple years younger than me, super bubbly and kind of the class clown. Taylor was very under-sized for her age but just so damn cute. I remember always noticing myself watch her more than the other girls during their dance routines with her athletic little body, big brown eyes and shoulder length dirty blonde hair parted in the middle. She had the cutest smile and dimples. When I would come into town most of the girls in the studio were friendly and say hi or give me a hug. She would run up and jump into my arms playfully. I would act annoyed by secretly loved it.

A few years went by and I was starting to get older and more and more interested in girls. The under-sized Taylor had grown up quite a bit. Though, her adorable face hadn’t changed. Still the same dimples and big brown eyes but her tight little athletic body had grown, a lot, if you know what I mean. She was still the class clown but her cute, bubbly nature was now much sexier. Her boobs were now pretty big for her size. The plump little lips of her mouth that bordered her big pearly white, slightly buck tooth smile matched her plump squeezable bubble butt that topped two strong dancer legs. My adolescent mind often went straight to images of her dancing or flirting during the frequent masturbation sessions of my later teen years.

A few more years later and now I was in college but still came back to visit dad in the summers. Taylor had just graduated high school last year and had started college. She became a very confident and extremely sexy young woman, but still bubbly. My dad said we were going to a graduation party for one of the girls at the studio one Saturday. I was excited to see some of the girls from the studio I hadn’t seen in a while but I wasn’t sure if Taylor would be there since she was already out of school and no longer danced at the studio. “Oh, and bring your bathing suit.” my dad said, “They have a pool and I’m sure we will be swimming”. “Ok, will do” I replied calmly while hiding my excitement at the potential of seeing some of the older girls in their bikinis. I did my best not to be creepy but let’s face it, just like any guy I love looking at half naked girls. And, even though I was the good guy / friend zone type in high school, I had come out of my shell in the first two years of college and had gone from virgin to somewhat experienced. We walked into the party and said our hellos to the parents and some of the girls that were sitting around a table. As I turn to survey the area, out of the house walks none other than adorable Taylor in a red one-piece bathing suit. The sides of the suit were cut in such a way that fabric crisscrossed up and down her sides exposing the outer third of her boobs on each side and the crisscross pattern continued to her back. Her nipples were hard and with how much side-boob was exposed, there was very little left to imagination. I might as well have been staring at her topless. It felt like forever but must have been about 5 seconds before she made her way closer and we met eyes. Just as always her face lit up and then came the big gorgeous smile that exposed her cute little dimples. She flicked a piece of her short hair back behind her ear and she sauntered quickly over to me to say hi. She gave me a big warm hug and just the feeling of her breasts squeezing into me as she hugged me nearly brought me to half-mast. After some small talk we both went our separate ways to get a drink and get settled into the party.

As I was chatting with some friends on one side of the pool, I noticed Taylor was on the other side of the pool chatting with another group. We caught eyes briefly and she smiled. I looked down at my drink and tried to feign paying attention to a story about sewing costumes for the next dance recital. But it wasn’t more than a minute or so when I found myself looking over again to see what Taylor was doing. Her group of friends had disbanded and she sat herself on one of the pool chairs to get some sun. I watched for a couple seconds and noticed that she saw me watching. In a moment that was completely out of character for me, I kept watching. Smirking a little but then closing her eyes, she laid back. Her hands moved at a fairly normal speed down to her crotch to adjust her bathing suit the way girls do. She lifted the fabric and ran her fingers along the inside like the way you would fix a camel toe wedgie I guess? Then, she leaned up to look down at herself as if to check what could be seen. I watched as she “fixed” her bathing suit crotch. She smoothed over her mound with her hand and to the passer-by it would have looked like she was making sure everything down there was covered but to me she basically masturbating right in front of me. I let out an unexpected audible moan/sigh which thankfully went unnoticed by the group that was talking next to me and walked inside for some a/c.

[THIS IS WHERE IT GETS GOOD]

I got some food, set up shop in the kitchen for a while and made some more small talk with some of the brothers of the dancers inside. After everyone was up to speed on how things had been and how school was etc, I excused myself to use the bathroom. Just as I got to the hallway entrance, Taylor came out from around the corner. She had gone to the bathroom apparently while I was inside. “Oh good! Come here!!” she whisper yelled. Confused, with a weird smile I said ok. She took my hand and hurried me into the bathroom. She locked the door and turned around quickly leaning her back against the door. I was baffled at this point but since she was in nothing but that crazy sexy bathing suit, I didn’t care what came next. “Am I covered?” she says, pointing to her obvious camel toe. I replied, “Well, I mean, technically, yea you’re covered.” Raising one eyebrow and a corner of her mouth, she looked at me sideways “What does that mean?”. I said, “Yes your… area… is covered…mostly … but it’s just …. A little tight?” “Okaaaay, mostly? What does that mean? Does it look bad?” Now, she had to know exactly what it looked like. We’re talking about someone who is 5’1” (155 cm) in shoes, who has the flexibility of a dancer and there’s a mirror in the bathroom. She could see her damn crotch perfectly. But I played dumb and just went with it. “It looks great to me!” Exasperated, she took me by the shoulders to the front of the sink and hopped her cute butt up on the counter. I was now within arm’s length of her face while she spread her knees slowly and said “you said ‘mostly’ ”, throwing my words back at me, “show me which part isn’t covered”. By now, my heart was racing. I could feel it starting to “move” down there and I still couldn’t believe this was little adorable Taylor. Did one year at college turn her into a slut? Was she just always this way and I wasn’t around long enough to find out? Did she like me or was this just “having fun”? I didn’t care. She was too cute and sexy and I was loving every minute of this. I stared at her big brown eyes for a couple seconds while I processed what was happening and what I should do next. With a glint in her eyes, she prodded “go ahead, show me which part isn’t covered!”. I lowered my eyes past the plunging neckline of the one-piece, past the rock hard nipples and down to her bulging labia that were just barely covered by the red stretchy bathing suit. The sides of her pussy were shaved but I could see a little stubble on both sides. “Right here and here” I said, pointing quickly to both sides of her pussy. “What?! Where?” she said pulling one knee up even with her head so that her foot ended up on the counter as she looked down at where I pointed. She looked up at me “Well, can you fix it?” I could hear my heart in my ears. I had imagined touching Taylor in any way other than a hug or playful push or tickle many times but here it was in real life. A burst of confidence came as I moved in a little closer and put my hand on her leg. Starting at her hip bone I used two fingers and my thumb to lift the bathing suit and ran the back of my fingers along the inner part of her thigh, pulling the bathing suit taut so as to cover her slightly exposed pussy and I could feel the inner edge of her labia and it was already a little sticky/wet. Her hand grabbed mine tightly as she slammed her legs shut and I looked up. “That tickles!” she smiled, leaning into me just a few inches from my face. “Don’t be so soft!” (I don’t know how in the hell I thought of this at the time but I must say I’m proud of myself because I’ve never been quicker on my feet) I said “trust me I’m NOT soft right now.”

She looked down at my mouth and back up to my eyes. The kiss that followed will forever be burned into my brain. The feel of her dirty blonde hair in my hand as I held her head. Her legs quickly wrapped around me and pulled me in close to her. My now, fully erect penis was hardly contained by my bathing suit and was firmly planted against Taylor’s juicy pussy. After some hot and heavy kissing for a minute or two, she backed away. “I’m pretty sure, my suit covers me now but you on the other hand…” The head of my penis was half sticking out of the top of my suit and even if I pulled them up a little, there was no hiding this erection. “You helped me, so I need to take care of this for you.” It was corny, but I loved it. “What if someone tries to come in?” I asked. “There’s another bathroom downstairs, and besides” she teased “I’ll be quick.” And with that, she was off the counter and into a crouching position in front of me pulling my bathing suit down. With one hand pulling my bathing suit down further and her other hand wrapped around the base of my cock, she lowered the tip into her mouth. Her full lips looked so hot as she took it as far as she could. Taking her mouth off of me she began to stroke it slowly. She looked up and said “this is a lot bigger than I’d thought it would be” and then went back to it. Sticking her tongue out, she licked my penis from bottom to the top, eyes glued to mine before she put the tip back in her mouth and began to suck the tip and just a little past as she milked the shaft slowly. This was the best blow job I had ever had by far and we were just getting started. I couldn’t stop watching. I didn’t want to miss a thing. She was rubbing herself with her other hand and would occasionally reach up to squeeze her boob or play with her nipple through the bathing suit. It was just as hot to see her touch herself as it was to see my cock in her mouth. I wish I could say I lasted long, but I didn’t. I barely had time to say “Taylor.. I’m going to come” and wide-eyed, she nodded as best she could and held her mouth still, lips wrapped tightly around my throbbing head and she continued to milk me with quicker strokes, holding it tighter than she had been. I feel like I came forever but she just took it all. When I was done, she backed away a little and looked up at me, head cocked to one side with a wry smile. “Better?” she asked. I couldn’t compose myself just yet but I nodded and pulled up my suit. “We better get back to the party” she said. We had heard a couple people come up and try the door, see it was locked and they would walk away, presumably to go use the other bathroom downstairs. “Not before I return the favor!” I protested.

I picked her up and held her just as I had many times before when she jumped into my arms. But this time, I kissed her and placed her back on the counter next to the sink with her back against the mirror. I pulled her hips close to the edge and kneeled down on the soft fuzzy rug of the bathroom floor. She pulled both legs up and put both feet on the counter. I could see a wet spot right in the middle of the thin patch of fabric that barely covered her pussy. I slowly pulled the bathing suit aside. Her puffy lips were shaved but some soft dark stubble covered above and to the sides. Using one finger, I started at her clit and ran my finger down her slit and gently pulled one lip aside, revealing a hot gooey mess just below that soft dry surface. I went for it. I licked the inside of just one side from the bottom to the top and then flicked the clit with my tongue softly a couple times. She jumped a little and crunched her stomach but by the sound of her gasp and then moan, I could tell she was enjoying it. Using both hands, I fanned out her pussy like a butterfly and licked from the bottom of her opening straight up a few times and on the last time pushed my tongue hard into her clit as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tight to her. I stuck my middle finger into her slowly while slowly licking circles around her clit and she let out a loud moan. “Shhhhhhh!!!” I scolded and she covered her mouth. She tasted and smelled sweet with a tinge of typical pussy funk but just enough to be interesting. I could have eaten her out for hours. I stood up to pull down her bathing suit so that I could see her boobs in all their glory. She slid her suit over her shoulders and pulled it down. Her boobs were not classically shaped. They hung down with more separation than most but they were way more than a handful each and her dark brown, silver dollar sized nipples were still hard. I made one a little harder by sucking it for a few seconds. And that was when I realized I was back to half-mast. She wasn’t helping much since she had been rubbing it and holding my balls through my suit.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked. I didn’t but I figured, I just came. I’m not going to be able to go again so quickly. Plus I had just been tested at college and I knew I was clean. I didn’t know if she was, but.. “No, but I think we’ll be alright if you do.” It was stupid, but what can you do. She said “Yea, fuck it.” I pulled her bathing suit completely off and then dropped my suit off as well. She immediately grabbed me and started stroking as I pushed a finger into her and then 2 fingers. She pulled my hand away and guided the tip of my penis into her hole. The counter was just high enough but she was a small girl and really tight. Luckily she was really wet by this point. It took some work but I eventually rested my legs against hers with my dick fully inside her little pussy. It was only a couple of awkward thrusts and we could tell the angle wasn’t quite right. “Wait, wait, wait..” she said as she hopped down and turned away from me. She was way too short for this. My legs were shaking just squatting for a second. Luckily there was a little step stool for the younger sibling that lived in the house. She pulled it over and stood on it with her hands on the counter. As she turned around I watched her hanging, flat-ish but big, boobs with slightly up-turned nipples swaying in the mirror while I took her waist with both hands. I couldn’t help myself and kneeled down to get one more taste. I stretched my tongue and tried to reach as far underneath as I could and licked slowly up her opening. My nose came to rest on her little pinkish brown asshole and I thrust my tongue in and out of her vagina and I can still vividly recall the musky smell of her ass and taste of her pussy juice. Standing now, I pushed into her and began a slow rhythm of in and out. I softly cupped one boob while it swung with our movement, feeling the nipple rub against my palm. I then reached around with my other hand to rub her clit. Back and forth over the hood, I rubbed gently enough to feel the skin glide against itself. Quickening the thrusting, I could feel her working with me, pulling away and then pushing back so that her ass slapped quietly against my stomach. It didn’t take much longer after that. She just said my name once and then slapped the counter with a hard grip as she pushed her ass hard against me. I could feel her vagina squeeze against my penis in waves as she drenched me with her cum. I leaned into it and squeezed her breast hard against her, while I kissed her neck. To my surprise, I felt like I might be close again. Once she was done the small shudders and gasps. I started to slowly hump her, sliding in and out of the extremely slippery pussy, making those funny pussy fart noises with each thrust which made us both giggle. She leaned all the way forward resting her head on the counter. I looked down to see that my dick was laced in thick lines of white Taylor cum as it became visible and then disappeared again into her. I pulled out almost all the way so that just the tip was in her. With short strokes I pumped the sensitive tip of my penis into the still oozing hole and back out while I grabbed both ass cheeks and gently spread her. She reached back and grabbed my balls softly caressing the sack. This felt so good I couldn’t believe I was about to come twice in such a short time. I could feel myself coming to climax so I pulled out and shot my cum onto her back just above her asshole. There wasn’t much this time but it still dripped down her crack and rested in the small indentation right at the top of her ass crack before the hole.

After some cleaning up and getting our clothes back on I said “People are going to wonder where we were”. My dad was there. Her parents were there. It would have been awkward. She shrugged “I’ll go out first. You wait a few minutes and go out front and come back in through the gate.” “Good idea”. And that was that. A few knowing glances throughout the party and I’m sure she told her friends. I told mine when I got home. The next year I came back and she had a boyfriend and I had a girlfriend back home and nothing was ever really said of what happened. This was before texting was popular and snapchat wasn’t a thing so we didn’t really stay in touch. But man, I have relived that experience many times in my head over the years.

Phew… if you made it through all that, thanks for reading!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9diwpb/me_20_at_the_time_and_a_girl_from_my_dads_dance

10 comments on “Me [20 at the time] and a girl from my dad’s dance studio [18 at the time] [long][MF]

  1. Damn, nowadays you would have been able to keep up with her afterwards and maybe had a thing, too bad

  2. Best thing about your story is it perfectly described my highschool unicorn that I fortunately had a similar experience with…just the setting was different and we were alone. Bravo sir

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