I’ve been a long time lurker on this sub, enjoying all the stories people have posted over the months. Over the weekend, I decided that maybe it’s time for me to give out a few stories of my own. All names have been changed. Anyway, here goes!
During college, I dated a girl who was really into dance, who I’ll call Sally (not her real name). Sally had shoulder-length blonde hair, piercing gray eyes, and the classic dancer’s body. She was slender, with a toned stomach and firm, perky tits that were the perfect handful. I’m above average, not super ripped, but in good shape overall. I wasn’t going to win a bodybuilding contest, but I took care of myself. My biggest asset is my cock, a thick 6″ in length, with a faster than average recovery time.
This particular story happened partway through our third year, when we had just turned 20. (I guess you could call this a mutual birthday present.) We had both signed up for a ballroom dance class. It was definitely beneath her skills as a dancer, and I had two left feet, but that wasn’t why we were there. We loved running our hands over each other, knowing that we couldn’t do anything until we got back to one or the other’s place. It made for great teasing/foreplay.
However, on this particular day, the students got an email a couple of hours before class: The instructor was out sick and class was canceled. I texted Sally and asked her if she wanted to meet up at my place for the night. She messaged me back an hour later that I should meet her at the class’s dance studio anyway, which was on campus. I mentioned the email that said the class was canceled. She texted me back four words, “Trust me. Be there.”
So, I went. When I got there, the door was closed but unlocked. It looked like since the cancellation email went out so late, the staff never got around to locking up the studio. The class normally started at 8PM, but the staff for the athletics building went to a skeleton crew from 5PM to 10PM. That meant that the only staff in the building were at the front desk and weight room. I opened the door and went inside.
The dance studio was a square room, with a mirror wall along one side, with one of those ballet bars bolted into it. Since it was also used for other classes, there was also a bunch of other equipment stored there. Sally was standing at the far end of the dance studio, leaning against the mirror wall’s ballet bar, out of view of the door.
Sally looked amazing. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which was my favorite style. She was also wearing a black dress that I had never seen before. The dress was a sleeveless affair, with a high collar. It was solid black from mid-thigh to the middle of her breasts, where it turned into a sheer black material that connected to a solid black collar cinched tightly around her neck. It hugged her every curve perfectly and gave a view of her ample cleavage. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes on her face. She picked up her smartphone and started playing a slow dance song. I was a little stunned, but she walked up to me and asked, “Would you like to dance?”
“Yeah,” I replied. Sally wrapped her arms around my neck, and I rested my hands on her hips, as we did the old high school sway. That was surprising, as she hated doing it.
After a minute, Sally stepped close to me, slipped her hand down to my ass, and whispered, “You know we’re alone in here?” At that point, I realized what she had planned. Mirroring her, I cupped one hand over her ass and pulled her hips against mine. I could feel myself stiffening as I ground against her. Lips parted, I leaned in and kissed her, her breasts pressing against my chest. Our tongues slipped past each other, as our hands started roaming everywhere, just enjoying each other’s feel. Suddenly, she pulled back with a giggle, put a hand against my chest, and backed up to the wall. All I could manage was a, “Huh?”
Sally just smiled at me and lifted her leg up, hooking her foot over the ballet bar. Her dress rode up her hips, showing me her pussy. This was a dance that I could do. I got down on my knees in front of her and started kissing her freshly shaved pussy. Sticking my tongue between her pussy lips, I was rewarded with a small moan. I worked my tongue around, enjoying the taste of her. After a couple of minutes, I moved up to her clit. Flicking it back and forth with my tongue, she let out a gasp. As I worked her clit, I could hear her start breathing harder and feel her leg start shaking. Normally, she didn’t cum this fast, but the fact that we weren’t able to meet up like we usually did last week must be making her extra horny. (We usually tried to fuck every two or three days, but last week’s exam schedule really screwed that up.) I kept licking and sucking her clit, until I heard her let out a small cry and felt her pussy start twitching. I could tell that she just had a small orgasm.
I got to my feet and wrapped my arms around her. “So, what number should we do next?” I asked with a grin.
“I’ve really been looking forward to this one,” she replied, stroking my dick over my jeans. As Sally unzipped my pants and got my dick out, I took the time to run my hands over her dress, looking for the zipper. I gave up as she pressed the tip of my cock against the entrance to her pussy and started to work my way inside her. She was super tight. (We stopped using condoms a long time ago, as she was on the pill.) I started pumping my cock in and out of her pussy, each time pushing a little further inside her. She ran her hands up from my cock to my shirt, which came off shortly thereafter. As I wrapped her in my arms, I gave one last push, burying my shaft to the hilt in her pussy. She closed her eyes and rested her head against my shoulder. I took the opportunity to start kissing her neck above the collar. As I slid my full length into and out of her, she gasped and started moaning, “Yes, yes.” She started breathing hard and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest through her dress. I slid my hand around and started rubbing her stiff nipple through the fabric. We spent a while like this, just enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed against each other. But I was getting close, so I grabbed her ponytail, gently lifted her head from my shoulder, and rested my forehead against hers. “Hey, Sally. Sally,” I whispered. Her eyes opened, and I picked up the pace of my thrusts for the home stretch. As we stared into each other’s eyes, grinning, I finally felt my cock stiffen and balls tighten. We knew what was coming, so we tightened our grips around each other, pressing our bodies together as hard as we could. Sally let out a loud cry, as I plunged my cock hard into her, lifting her off the bar. As her pussy clenched down around me, I emptied a week’s worth of jizz into her, as I let out my own, “Yeeaaahhh!” (Thankfully, the dance studio was fairly soundproof.) When it was over, we both slumped against each other and tried to catch our breath. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. Usually, I stayed hard for a minute-ish after blowing my load, so I took advantage of it by slowly stroking in and out of her until I went soft. We sank down to the floor together.
We were sitting on top of a thick stack of yoga mats covered by a set of large towels that we used at the beach. We looked over at each other and broke out laughing. I don’t think either of us believed what we just did. I let my gaze rove over her body and saw some of my jizz leaking out of her pussy onto the towels. Suddenly, Sally asked me, “What’s wrong?” I realized that I was frowning.
“Well, I was hoping to get you out of that dress,” I said. In response, she reached up for the dress’ collar.
I quickly grabbed her hand. “Not like that,” I told her with a grin. I started stroking my cock, waiting to get hard again. She realized what I was going for and leaned over, wrapping her hand around my shaft and taking over. I slid a hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit in return. I stole a glance at the clock. It was a little after 8:30PM. The class normally ran until 10PM, so we had maybe an hour before we had to consider getting out of the studio. After a few minutes, I was close enough to full mast for what I had in mind.
I stood and pulled Sally up with me, and she leaned back against the bar. I put my hands on her waist and turned her around, lifting her dress slightly. She spread her legs, and I pushed myself all the way into her, eliciting a moan from both of us. As I pumped her pussy, I reached up to the collar of her dress, found the zipper, and slowly undid it. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I slid my hands inside her dress, the front still hanging from her shoulders, and placed my hands around her slender waist again. Sally was partially bent over, holding on to the ballet bar, with her head down. Not needing the leverage, I played my hands over the bare skin of her torso, working my way towards her breasts. I grabbed hold of them, squeezing and enjoying their firmness. Her nipples were still hard, pressing into the palms of my hands. I shifted my grip slightly and started pinching her nipples between my fingers, getting an, “Oh, oh, oh,” in time with my pinches. We stayed like this for a while, until I moved my hands to her shoulders and slid the dress down her arms. She let go of the bar just long enough to slip her hands free of the dress. Success!
Then, I noticed her ponytail. Taking a risk, I grabbed it and pulled her upright. She let go of the bar and braced her arms against the glass. She rested the side of her head on the mirror, too. The look on her face told me she was enjoying it. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a continuous gasp of pleasure. Since I recently blew a load, I had way more stamina now. I decided to take advantage of it. Shifting my hips back and up slightly, Sally gave out a abrupt, high-pitched, “Ah!” I had hit her G-spot. Each stroke made her shudder, so I shifted my grip, putting one arm across her chest (resting one hand on her tit, so I could play with her nipple, of course) and the other wrapped around her waist. I pumped harder and faster, causing her to tremble continuously. I kept going for several minutes, until her back arched and her pussy clamped down on my dick. I saw her eyes go wide in surprise, mouth open in a silent scream. I held on to her as the orgasm took her. I loved it when I could make her cum like this, so I kept making small strokes into her pussy, trying to prolong her orgasm. When it was over, I let her go, and she leaned back onto the glass wall, gasping. I pulled out and helped her down to the yoga mats once again.
We slumped down against the wall, leaning against each other. I looked down, admiring her body. I wrapped an arm around her, resting my hand on her breast, massaging it. Sally noticed that I was still hard, and reached over to finish me off. Her hand slid smoothly over my still-slick cock. I enjoyed the sensation for a couple minutes, before whispering into her ear, “If you finish me that way, we’ll have quite a mess to clean up.” My cock was pointed towards the dance floor. She smiled and leaned over, taking my dick into her mouth. Because of the angle, she could only take a couple inches of me. As I felt her tongue swirl around the head of my cock, I realized that was more than enough. Her hand was still sliding up and down the rest of my shaft. I leaned my head against the wall and slid my hand under her chest and started playing with her tits, paying special attention to her nipples. She responded by fondling my balls. That put me close to the edge. I could feel my cock twitching, so I placed my other hand on the back of her head, and she started bobbing her head in time with her hand. That was all it took. My hips lifted, pushing my cock further into her mouth, and I blew my load. She gagged a couple times in surprise, but then started gently sucking me dry, before swallowing. She rested her head in my lap, and I started stroking her hair.
As we lay there, enjoying the afterglow, I heard a loud buzzing. Sally sighed and pulled her phone out of her bag. “It’s 9:30PM. We need to get out of here,” she said. I glanced around. We had made a bit of a mess, but most of it was on the towels Sally had put down. Getting dressed, we both got to work. Sally wadded up the messiest towel and shoved it in her bag, while I grabbed the other one and started wiping down the mirrors. There were body prints all over. I wiped off the top yoga mats and the surrounding floor for good measure, while she stacked the mats back in their storage spot. She grabbed her bag and we made a quick check to make sure we didn’t leave any incriminating traces. It looked good. We shut off the lights and headed out, just as the 15 minute close warning went out over the PA system. When we went to next week’s dance class, we both had an awfully hard time keeping our rhythm.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bzj1yu/fun_with_sally_my_dancer_girlfriend
Your writing is fantastic
Beautifully written!