La Ballerine

By Hot Jeannie

 

(MF, rom, virgin)     ©Hot Jeannie 2007

 

 

irginia dreamed of France, and the Ballet.  She referred to herself as “la danseuse” instead of a ballerina, since she was just learning.  Of course, she dreamed of one day becoming “la danseuse étoile”— the star; “La Ballerine”—the prima ballerina.  Those dreams filled her 18-year-old head every day as she practiced at the dance studio.  People told her she was good.  People told her she was going places. 

She hadn’t gone anywhere yet.

Alone in her modest Queens apartment, she would practice before the dresser mirror in the nude; imagining that all eyes were on her.  She often swooned when she thought of virile young male danseurs holding her as she swept and swirled upon the stage.  Alas, only dreams, as she was still a virgin.

One time when she figured she had the Manhattan studio to herself, she locked the main door and did her practice routine in the nude, except for leg warmers and ballet slippers.  Her supple body grew pink with an inner fire as she intently studied her movements reflected in the mirrored wall.  As she always did, she thought of strong hands holding her at the waist.  In her imagination, the hands caressed her hot skin. 

 

As her long blonde hair flowed—not pinned into a bun as she would for a performance—one hand crept between her sweat-soaked thighs to find her clitoris.  Virginia’s pussy was not just sweat-soaked, she found.  Her clit was stiff and poking out from its hood several millimeters.  She stopped dancing and fell to the hardwood floor, fingering herself to a quick, explosive orgasm.  Her mewling cries of ecstasy reverberated around the studio.  Some day a man will take me there, she thought: My clitoris will be hard for HIM.

In a side room, unknown to Virginia, Stoyan froze and listened to the unmistakable sounds of climax coming from the main hall.  Thinking he was alone, he wondered who dared be making love so openly in the dance studio.  He moved stealthily toward the hall door and peered around the jamb.  He was shocked to see the beautiful young blonde dancer nakedly sitting on the floor with her legs splayed and a hand resting at her obviously wet vulva.  Stoyan was mesmerized by the sight of her. 

While he stared, she got up and went back to practicing, first at the barre and then performing a perfect fouetté, her blonde hair streaming behind her as a pennant in the wind.  He marveled at the firmness of her small yet beautiful breasts; they barely jiggled as she performed the complex steps and jumps.  Her naked beauty stunned him, froze him in place like a deer on a rural road hypnotized by approaching headlamps.

Virginia swept across the floor.  First a series of pirouettes, before alternating pliés and relevés in magnificent form, maintaining herself at flawless pointe.  Up on her toes, to Stoyan, her legs were those of a goddess.  He was very hard, straining the fabric of his tight leotard.  He could not take the physical tension any longer.  He too needed to masturbate.

Stoyan quietly slipped away from the hall doorway and rushed into the men’s locker room.  He thought how silly it was for Americans to call this room by that name—since it had no lockers within it, just pegs on the wall to hang clothes upon—as he slipped off his leotard and began stroking his erection, the image of the naked girl burned into his brain.  Soon he sprayed several ropes of ejaculate far into the room.  He amazed himself with his level of arousal, and the volume of his release. 

Stoyan set about cleaning up his mess while pondering how he could get to know this beautiful dancer.  He had not been with many women since he arrived here in America.  He had left his old life behind when he left Bulgaria for France to further his ballet career.  Unfortunately, the Paris dance world was all but closed to him.  He was told that opportunities existed in the United States, so he came.  He was working hard to make his dreams come true, and he liked it here in America so far.  And now the girl...

As he looked at his reflection in the locker room mirror, he swelled with pride at the physical shape he was in.  He was buff, as the Americans would say.  His manhood was good sized as well.  Even though he had just cum, his cock remained thick.  He was proud of that too.

He heard the faint sound of the main door being unlocked.  That meant the girl was probably dressed and may be ready to leave.  He stayed in the locker room until he heard the door open and close.  She was gone.  He was alone to ponder the possibilities of her.  He doubted the beauty would pay any attention to him, but he would try.  Before he left the studio, he checked the log to see her routine.  Her name was Virginia.  She practiced regularly, with one particular time like today when attendance would be sparse.  He would strive to be here at that same time.

 

hen Virginia arrived for practice, she found one other person in the studio.  He was a muscular, athletic dancer, and he appeared to be very good.  After practicing some steps, he acknowledged her presence with an engaging smile.  Virginia liked his smile.

“Hello,” Stoyan said.  “When you are ready, would you care to practice with me?  I need to be better at pas de deux.”

Virginia blushed and answered, “No...no...I mean, maybe later.  I need to improve my pas seul before I can practice a duet.”  She looked at his strong arms and hands, and blushed deeper still, imagining them at her waist.  “I’m really not that good yet, anyway,” she added.

Stoyan smiled more broadly, and said, “I would imagine you are better than you will admit.”  He wanted to say something about her beauty or what he had seen the other day, but smartly decided to let it pass.

He practiced at one end of the large studio while she worked at the barre near the opposite end.  Each surreptitiously watched the other move.  Each thought the other dancer was marvelously constructed by God.  Each made silly mistakes as their minds wandered.  Virginia wondered about his accent; was it German or Austrian, or a more Eastern European inflection?  Stoyan wondered about the softness of her skin.

He told her he was finished and would shower.  She looked after him as he retreated to the hallway leading to the men’s facility, before returning to her practice routine.  After several minutes, she caught sight of a reflection in her peripheral vision.  At one end of the mirrored wall she could just see into the hallway.  There stood the man, in profile, completely naked!  Her breath caught in her chest.  She stared as he placed a hand on his abdomen as if to inspect his own body.  I hope he approves as much as I do, she thought.  He was a sculpted masterpiece.  His uncircumcised penis hung down and was incredibly thick.   Though a virgin, she had seen other men, but no one who looked as built as this dancer.  She grew very wet between her thighs, and was barely able to concentrate on her practice routine.  She figured it was time to call it a day.

Stoyan knew the girl saw his reflection.  Her reaction told him everything.  He would dance with her next time.

 

he following week he was at the studio before she arrived.  He purposely wore a tight pair of spandex shorts along with a tank top.  When she came out of the locker room, he again asked her if she would practice pas de deux with him.  This time she accepted.

They made formal introductions as they danced.  Virginia almost swooned the first time he placed his strong hands at her tiny waist.  She kept remembering how his body looked in the mirror last week.  She could not remember dancing so well before today.

She is marvelous , Stoyan thought.  He recognized her talent as he correspondingly admired her beauty—close up, this time.  He felt the heat radiating from her every time they touched.  He could not remember dancing so well before today.

When they were finished—and out of breath—Stoyan surprised himself with his boldness, asking her if she would dine with him that evening.  “Have you ever enjoyed Bulgarian food?”  He asked.  “There is such a restaurant near my apartment...it is quite special.”

At the mention of his apartment, Virginia nearly swooned again.  “So, you must be Bulgarian yourself?”

“Yes, and that place is as if I were home,” he said.  She could see the melancholy of long-ago memories pass across his face.

When Stoyan retired to change in the dressing room, he again sprayed the floor with ropes of cum.  He couldn’t help himself.

 

irginia wore the slinky red sheath her mom always complained about.  “It shows too much,” she would say, all the while making those “tsk” sounds she was famous for making around their house every time she disapproved of something she or her brothers would do.  She disapproved often, Virginia remembered. 

Stoyan surprised her by saying he would pick her up.  He had a black S-Class Mercedes, he said, which impressed her since she didn’t have a car, and had little money to spend on such things anyway.  He was a complete gentleman, holding the car door open for her as she climbed into the luxurious leather passenger seat.  She saw how he looked at her in the red dress.  She felt her panties getting wet.

For his part, Stoyan was trying not to speak as much, to show her he was a good listener.  He was often told that is what American women want.  Virginia blushed when she asked about his car.  He smiled and explained the burden the monthly payments were to his budget.  The car was his only indulgence, he said.

The restaurant was a revelation to Virginia.  The place was small yet cheery, with vibrant colors and an even more vibrant waitress.  She was a large, boisterous woman who welcomed Stoyan as if he was her long-lost son.  At first Virginia imagined her to be in her forties, but later realized the woman was much older than that.  In broken English she merrily told Stoyan what to order, allowing no menu and no debate.

Virginia knew she could never pronounce the names of what she ate, but it was all nonetheless delicious.  During dinner she watched every mannerism of her date.  Besides being the hunk he was (the image of his naked body reflected in the mirror was burned into her mind,) Stoyan was the epitome of sophistication.  Their conversation was easy and she found herself telling him much about herself.  He was a good listener.

Stoyan could just stare at her across the table.  To him she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever dated.  He remembered the sight of her sitting naked on the studio floor in the afterglow of her self-induced orgasm and he began to stiffen.  Luckily he was seated and the bulge was hidden by the tabletop.  He needed her.  Would tonight be the night, he wondered?

It wasn’t.

Virginia demurely declined the invitation to his place, though she kissed him deeply after thanking him for a marvelous evening.  When they kissed again at her door, their tongues played as she felt his unmistakable yearning swell his pants.

Before she went in, he asked, “Will you be at the studio tomorrow?  Perhaps we can dance again.”  She answered yes to both questions.

She could not sleep that night.  In every dream she felt his hands caress her and saw his thick erection loom before her.  Did she have an orgasm simply from dreaming of him?  She didn’t know, but by morning her panties were soaked with her juices.

 

e asked, “Good morning, Virginia.  Did you sleep well?”  He had not; tossing and turning and dreaming of her.

Virginia momentarily panicked.  Why did he ask?  How could he know?  “Ah...yes...I guess so,” she stammered in answer.

She nearly passed out when he held her in preparation for a complex leap.  He was indeed solid and strong.  When she performed a perfect piqué en arabesque he was stunned into immobility.  As they practiced a pas marché, Stoyan knew she would be a star someday—did his heart skip a beat?  Their surrender to the touch and sight of each other built to a crescendo until both were afire with admiration and lust.

Virginia knew that she would offer her virginity to him that night.

Exhausted physically and emotionally, they showered and dressed and headed for the subway.  Stoyan admitted he never took his car into the city.  He too lived in Queens—a condo that he said he could barely afford.  She recognized the address.  He invited her to dinner but said it was her choice this evening.  She remembered a clean and cozy restaurant near her apartment where she ate once.

“Do they have big steaks?” Stoyan asked.  “I’m very hungry tonight.”  She understood the veiled double-entendre; she saw how he was looking at her.

He had a large sirloin and she had a salad.

“I’m glad we have this evening to be together,” he told her.  “Tomorrow I begin double shifts at my job...the only way I can afford to live here...and dance.”  He explained the menial aspects of his employment.  She didn’t pry for more details—she had to work two part-time jobs herself to make ends meet.

The food and wine were great.  The conversation was even better for both of them.  Both felt something blossoming within.  Both knew where the evening would lead.  Both were apprehensive yet tremendously excited.

 

toyan’s condo was sparsely furnished but was as well kept as his car.  Virginia liked what she saw.  He offered her some more wine, and began uncorking a bottle of Merlot, from a winery she knew to be a good one.  She was still a little tipsy from the wine she consumed at the restaurant, but she welcomed the way it relaxed her since she knew this was the big night, and she didn’t want to be too apprehensive about what was to come.

They sipped wine and talked, sitting on his sofa.  Soon the wine glasses were put down and they were kissing.  Virginia thought of all the times she dreamed of a strong man holding her.  It seemed her dream was coming true—he held her tightly as his tongue played around her lips while they kissed.

Stoyan slowly pulled his lips from hers, and softly said, “You are a magnificent lady...I want to make love to you.”

Virginia looked into his eyes and nodded.  “I...I...I am...I’m a...virgin.  Be gentle.”

This excited him and they kissed again before he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom.  He began to undress her, but she stopped him.  Standing next to the bed where he reclined, she began to tantalizingly undress herself, not as a strip tease, but simply to heighten the moment for her.  He would not be the first man to see her naked, but he would be her first in the most intimate act.

Now naked and standing before him, she remembered the day she danced nude in the studio.  She felt her wetness as she saw his erection strain his pants-front.  He stood and went to her and they kissed again, before he edged her to the bed then began removing his clothes.  She uttered a small gasp when his erect penis was finally exposed.  Even though she had seen its splendid dimensions in the mirror that fateful day they met, she was still amazed at its size close up.  As with the rest of his muscles, his cock was big and strong looking.  She swooned in anticipation as he opened a small foil packet and unrolled a condom onto his manhood.

He lay next to her and began kissing her body, running his lips over every curve.  Her skin was indeed as soft yet firm as he imagined.  He kissed first one nipple and then the other before moving downward.  As his tongue traced an arc down her abdomen to her pubic bone, Virginia moaned and shuddered, her legs spreading for him, opening her flower.  Stoyan’s tongue played within the labia petals of her moist flower for at least a minute before locating her clitoris and wrapping his lips around its bud and sucking lightly.  Another, more violent shudder passed through her.  Virginia had never felt so good before.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned again.  “Please make love to me...please...”  A deep breath followed, then “Take me...it’s time.”

He was gentle.  Against all his animal instincts, he didn’t slam into her, but edged into her well-lubricated vulva ever so slowly.  He knew he was big, and damned if she wasn’t the tightest woman he’d ever entered, but he was going in one inch at a time until he encountered her hymen, which was amazingly still intact.

She was too hot to notice the internal pressure and didn’t flinch when he popped by the fleshy obstruction, shredding it.  She could hardly breathe; he was in her! She thought—I’m making love for the first time!  She grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper.  She gasped again, for she felt stretched and stuffed by his large cock that was now most of the way in.  From years of dancing, Virginia was very supple and was easily able to open her legs wide and wrap them around Stoyan’s flexing ass cheeks.  She began bucking her hips uncontrollably in time to his beginning thrusts.

Stoyan knew he wouldn’t last, milked by her tightness and thrashing pelvis.

“Arrrggggghhhh,” he groaned as he came.

He’s having his orgasm , Virginia thought as she herself was rapidly scaling the mountain to hers.  His throbbing member must have been the trigger, for as he made a couple of manic thrusts while cumming, she screamed and came herself, her entire body wracked with convulsions.

He was so hot for this woman that he hardly waned after his climax, so he kept fucking her in a fast rhythm as she kept convulsing in wave after wave of orgasm, whimpering all the while.  She cried as another big one hit her.  Stoyan could not believe he was still solid even after his climax, so he kept on pounding into her wet and convulsing vagina until for the third time she cried out her orgasmic scream.

Finally spent, the two fell together into an embrace on Stoyan’s bed.  He held her tightly and she felt comfortable and safe in his strong arms.  So that’s what it feels like she thought, still rapturous from the glory of her orgasms.  He’s so big I wasn’t sure if he would fit.  But he did—and it was marvelous!

She would have loved to stay the night in his bed, being held in his strong arms.  She imagined what it would be like to sleep next to a man; to make love again as the morning light filtered through the curtained windows.  Alas, this night had to end since they both had to be at work early in the morning.  They kissed long and sensuously before she got out of his car.  They would see each other soon at the dance studio.

 

toyan couldn’t sleep, and could hardly concentrate at work, thinking of his new love, sweet Virginia.  He relived the magic memory of their lovemaking, exhilarated to think that she surrendered her virginity to him.  In Stoyan’s mind a woman’s virginity was a precious thing and he couldn’t understand how any girl could treat it so trivially.  My Virginia didn’t.  ‘My Virginia’ he thought—his heart fluttering at every contemplation of her.

Later that evening, they danced as if they were one body, not two.  When others had gone and they were alone, Virginia locked the studio’s main doors and proceeded to slowly remove her leotard.  She then helped Stoyan strip, marveling once again at his physical endowment as he was soon magnificently erect and ready for her.  She was ready for him.

They spread a mat on the hardwood floor and she pulled him down on top of her.  She spread her long dancer’s legs and he entered her willing vagina.  The sublime feeling was back for both of them.  He fucked her with slow and measured strokes, until he noticed their reflection in the mirrored wall.  He pulled out and lifted a surprised Virginia to her feet.  He explained his idea and she positioned herself at the barre with her ass out to him.  He inched his cock back into her and was once again thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm.  As they watched their reflection, they climbed to ultimate ecstasy.

“Oh, Yes!  Oh, Yes!” Virginia repeatedly cried.

“Virginia, Virginia, I love you so,” Stoyan uttered as he held her hips and pounded against her firm ass.

“Oooooooo, Aaaaaaaaah, AHHHHHHHHH!” She screamed as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.

“Ugh” was all he could groan as he pumped his seed deep into her.

Fortuitous timing had them dressed before they heard the knock on the outer door.  Maria was there to practice but was stymied by the unexpectedly locked entry.  She gave the couple a sidelong leer when they let her in.

“What have you two been up to?” Maria asked.  “You know, there shouldn’t be any sex going on in here.  The owners will throw you out if they find out.”

Virginia was about to protest, but Stoyan stopped her with a shrug, as if to indicate why bother?

The couple left Maria as she clucked over the wet floor mat.

“Did you mean it?”  Virginia asked as they walked to the subway.

“If you mean that I love you, yes, I mean it.”

They walked hand in hand; Stoyan wondering how long it would take his new love to become the star she was destined to become, while Virginia pondered how to get him back to her apartment so she could feel his impressive bulk inside her once more.

“I love you too,” she answered.

 

 

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