Nick took a generous sip from his drink and surveyed the scene, a typical late summer dancer party: well-groomed and attractive backyard with a pool, a sumptuous spread of meats, cheeses, veggies, fruits, etc., and a swarm of young, lean dancers laying waste to the buffet table. The board members and well-off donors always seemed a bit taken aback by the dancers’ ravenous appetites…I thought they didn’t eat? No matter…they were happy to mingle and chat with the young bucks and ballerinas, who were equally happy to let their hair down (literally) and let off some steam after a demanding week of rehearsals.
Nick was new to the company – just a few weeks in. He was grateful for the fresh start. Life at his old ballet company had grown stale, with fewer opportunities for advancement and more opportunities for boredom. The job offer from Metro Ballet had come out of nowhere, from an old choreographer friend who sensed that Nick needed a new challenge.
He was content to ease his way in, careful not to ruffle the feathers of his new colleagues. Still…a few of the other men were a bit standoffish. As the newbie, Nick was enjoying his “flavor of the month” status – the director and ballet master were eager to give him several opportunities to test his abilities. Nick understood his colleagues’ jealousy. He’d been in their position before.
The women, or more accurately, girls, were more welcoming. Nick was a strong dancer, muscular and lean, but not skinny. And he wasn’t bad looking either. After a bad breakup several months earlier (another reason to leave his last job), Nick was ready to move on. But he wasn’t in a rush.
Two of his dance partners intrigued him. Jenna was bubbly and vivacious, with a huge laugh and a smattering of freckles that caught Nick’s eye. They were rehearsing a bravura pas de deux, and Jenna’s infectious energy challenged him to match her. Fiona, on the other hand, was the polar opposite of Jenna. Calm and reserved, she had delicate features and raven black hair.
Nick and Fiona were learning a contemporary ballet together. Quick, precise movements demanded the utmost attention from both of them. Fiona wasn’t the chatty type, but she had the tendency to make sly, slightly inappropriate remarks under her breath, and she rested her head on Nick’s shoulder during quiet moments in rehearsal. Both of the girls were Nick’s type: females with great bodies. Jenna’s body was curvy and supple, while Fiona was more athletic. Of course, leotards and skirts didn’t leave too much to the imagination. Oh, the plight of the male dancer…
The margarita…uh…second margarita, had Nick feeling more than a little pleasant. He laughed to himself. It was like that song, except instead of a good beer buzz early in the morning, Nick was enjoying a good tequila buzz early in the evening. A few minutes before, he’d offered to get Jenna another cosmo. On his way to the bar, he spotted some Post-It notes and a pen on a table. Emboldened by liquor, he scrawled a quick note: “So fun to dance with you. We should go out sometime.” He stuck it to the napkin with Jenna’s drink and gave it to her before he lost his nerve.
Retreating from Jenna, he felt a tap on the shoulder. It was Fiona. “Hey Nick. Could you please get me another glass of red wine?”
“Sure. No problem.”
Nick returned to the bar. Should he?…oh, fuck it. Why not? This time the note read: “Love dancing with you. Get a drink sometime?” As with Jenna, Nick gave Fiona her drink and retreated, beelining for the bar to refresh his liquid courage.
Considering his options, Nick decided not to finish his third margarita. He chugged some water and got another plate of food. Most of the dancers were dancing like normal people now, swirling in the courtyard in their summer dresses and collared shirts. Nick spied Fiona, twirling in a form-fitting black top and emerald green skirt. She raised her glass to him and continued spinning.
Jenna looked magnificent in a dark red dress. She was surrounded by several other guys (and girls), but Nick thought she threw him a smile and a wink. Even though he wasn’t on the dance floor, he was feeling dizzy. From alcohol…yes. And increasingly…from lust.
Nick felt silly passing notes like a schoolboy. Oh well…he was pretty sure it wasn’t the dumbest thing happening here tonight. Drunk dancers tended to get into some pretty stupid shenanigans. Still…watching Jenna and Fiona on the dancefloor had Nick all hot and bothered. He hadn’t had sex with anybody except himself in several months, and it looked like tonight was going to be no different. He hurried into the house, desperate to relieve the persistent ache in his groin.
“Shhhh…don’t you dare turn around.” A voice whispered in his ear.
Nick stopped himself an instant before turning. He was on his way upstairs to the host’s master bathroom.
“Keep going. Go to the bathroom, and put this on. I’ll be right there.” The person behind him stuffed something in his back pocket.
Nick’s senses ratcheted up. He continued up the stairs and replayed the whispers in his mind. Who was it??
He entered the bathroom, closed the door, and stuffed his hand in his pocket. He pulled out a black blindfold. A knock at the door.
“Is it on?” She whispered. “I’m not coming in unless it is.”
Hurriedly, Nick put the blindfold on. It was thick, and he was plunged into darkness.
“Uhhh…yeah! I’ve got it on.”
The door slowly opened. Again, the whisper.
“I see the way you’ve been watching me. Do you think you can seduce me with a note?”
“Uhhh…no. I mean…seduce you? I’m just being…uhh..friendly.”
“Friendly, my ass. I know what you want. You don’t fool me.”
The whisper. Who was it?? Dammit!
“Turn to your right and step back. Slowly.”
Nick did as he was told. He bumped up against the edge of the sink.
“Now you stay right there. Don’t move, and don’t even think of taking that off. If you do, I’m out of here.”
Nick stood still, barely daring to breathe.
“Well, well. What do we have here?”
A small, surprisingly strong hand moved against Nick’s crotch. At the same time, a sharp, floral scent hit his nostrils. Fuck! Jenna and Fiona were both wearing perfume! And fuck! What is happening?!
Nick’s underwear was already wet from pre-cum. Now it was seeping through his pants.
“Were you coming up here to relieve some tension?”
“Uhhh…yeah. I mean…”
“Shhh…enough talking for now.”
The nimble fingers unzipped Nick’s pants, unbuckled his belt, and released his cock. He fleetingly wondered if she had bothered to lock the door.
“That’s more like it.”
He couldn’t see it, but Nick knew his cock was hard and getting harder. No whisky dick tonight. He felt the hot breath an instant before her (Jenna’s? Fiona’s?) hot lips encircled his cock. Her moist tongue swirled around the head. Dizzier now, Nick gripped the counter with his hands.
“You keep your hands right there. I’m in charge now.”
Now the lips moved down his shaft. One hand cupped his balls while the other twisted his cock, in rhythm with the sucking. Involuntarily, Nick moved his hips forward and back. The intense sucking mingled with small moans (his and hers) and whimpers of appreciation.
“Mmmm…I knew you had a big cock. I’ve been dreaming about sucking it for weeks.”
With those words, Nick’s cock swelled even more. It wouldn’t be long now…
“Don’t you dare!” She hissed. She released his cock from her mouth and clamped the base with her hands. Hard. Nick strained to control himself.
“Over here. Now.”
She grabbed Nick’s hand and pulled him over to a chair in the corner. He stumbled and sat as she pushed him down. His cock was still out. She grabbed his pants and pulled them down roughly around his ankles.
“Still no touching. I mean it. Hands behind your head.”
Careful not to break the spell, Nick clasped his hands behind his head. He heard the rustle of clothes falling to the floor.
“Aaahhhh…” “Mmmmmmm”
A moan escaped Nick’s throat, blending with the satisfied whimper of his captor. His cock, free just a second before, was now enveloped by the sweetest, hottest, tightest pussy he could imagine. A strong, insistent suction grasped his cock as she (Jenna? Fiona? Fuck!) slid up and down on him. He pictured her ass, bouncing on his lap. With each bounce, she lifted herself until just his cockhead was inside of her, and then slammed down, forcefully impaling herself on his hot hardness. Her rising moans were driving him crazy. No fucking way was he gonna hold back now. His knuckles were white as he fought the urge to grab her hips and ram her down onto his cock. Sweating now, he flexed his ass and urged his cock deeper into her with every thrust.
“Oooohhhh!!”
She muffled a scream as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy milked Nick’s throbbing cock and gushed wetness down his legs. Her fingernails dug into his thighs. Pain and pleasure clashed inside his body as her ass continued to slap against him.
“Ohhhh! Fuck! Fuck!”
Nick’s orgasm jolted through his body. His cock burst a flood of cum into Jenna’s pussy. Or Fiona’s pussy. Fuck. It felt like he was being shocked by a live wire. He shook and thrashed along with the sweating, hot, thrashing body bouncing on his lap.
They collapsed into each other, breathing raggedly. Nick smelled the sharp, floral scent on her neck, now mixed with the musk of urgent, carnal sex.
“Stay there. Don’t move until I’m gone.” She whispered in his ear.
Nick stayed where he was, naked and disheveled, not daring to move.
The door closed. He waited another minute, then slowly removed the blindfold. He collected himself, put his clothes back on, and washed up. He looked semi-presentable.
There. On the floor by the door.
Nick bent over and picked them up. Black, lacy panties. Left for him by his secret lover. He scooped them up and put them in his back pocket, next to the blindfold. He slowly walked down the stairs, regaining his equilibrium.
He walked outside. The party was in full swing now, with the dance floor more packed than before. There was Jenna, lost in the music in her red dress. And Fiona, still swirling to the beat. As if on cue, they both looked over at him. He swore that they both gave him a knowing smile. What the fuck…
