Dance Part 2 - The First Class
The morning of the first dance lesson finally arrived, and I put on the lilac leotard camisole in my room. My mirror reflected back what I already knew: nipples were poking through a bit, my bare mound practically framed by the leg line, and my pussy slit easily distinguishable beneath the thin fabric. I was filled with nervous excitement, hoping for the best, and not really prepared for the worst.
It was a hot and sunny day, and the thought of wearing anything over my leotard was not appealing at all. My mum drove me the 10 minute ride to the studio. I had early stages of arousal sitting there so exposed, but luckily, it was a short car ride!
The studio had a few different dance rooms. I checked in and entered Room #3. There were lots of windows and mirrors, and barres adorned the wall. The girls in my age group all wore the lilac-colored leotards.There were six of us in total, and I didn't recognize any of them. Phew, it was such a relief! Of course, I nonchalantly observed their bodies as we exchanged pleasantries and names.
Kayla was the only other person wearing the same Youth/Girl size leotard as me. Her nipples just barely poked through the teeny shelf liner, and her “mound” was more of a “bump”. The material laid in a flattering way, creating a sleek appearance. Her slit was somewhat discernible from the front. The spandex pulled tighter around her bum area, becoming a little translucent.
The other four girls were all wearing the Women's size leotard. Their nipples weren't visible at all through the built-in bra. Two girls, Skylar and Mackenzie, did have prominent mounds similar to mine. The other two girls, Sabrina and Kristen, just had little bump outs down there like Kayla. All of their slits were pretty well concealed, made possible by a fuller front liner that the Youth/Girl leotard lacked.
We lined up in two rows of three and went through some stretches, basic movements, and routines. Moving around quite a bit, our positioning changed frequently. The front and back people shifted, and sometimes we turned 90 degrees before doing the next series of movements. When seeing everyone in various poses, the Women's leotard girls had thicker, padded gussets over their crotches that appeared to be doing their protective job well. It was still a narrow strip, but the padding kept up with their movements and prevented their pussies from pressing through.
During one prolonged hold, Kayla was bending over just in front of me. In the absence of any lining or padding, the narrow crotch material pulled tightly over her skin and did the absolute minimum to confine her modesty. Her pussy protruded toward me, with the thin spandex clearly bringing out her fine intimate attributes. It vanished as soon as she returned upright, but presented again in the same grandeur just as quickly when she bent over again. The forbidden fruit aspect of seeing her exposed left me insatiably wanting more.
I was trying to stay focused on the lesson, but I kept picturing Kayla’s pussy standing out. Then, anytime I was bending over with a girl behind me, I knew she was graced with the equally tantalizing view of my pussy begging for freedom. We seemed to be bending A LOT (cambres) or holding leg extensions, which achieved the same result. Maybe I was just ultra-aware. I started to get flushed and warm, and my arousal was mounting. My nipples stiffened and pushed harder through the minuscule shelf liner. My pussy started throbbing, and I knew what was to come...
After several more motions, a wet feeling emerged at my pussy entrance. The fluid transferred to the leotard, and it felt clammy and sticky against my skin. Looking down over my mound, wetness was mostly concentrated along the length of my slit, and it fanned out unimpeded to the surrounding spandex.
Although I wasn't ridiculously aroused, the fluid that leaked showed distinctly through the leotard. The spandex clung to my bare wet pussy, making the part over my slit and labia more transparent, especially when extending. The next sequence had yet even more bending at the barre. With each deep bow, my pussy pressed into, and stretched, the wet fabric as it molded to me. Kayla, who was now directly behind me, got most of the looks here in this final part of class.
The 90 minute lesson soon wrapped up, and our next meet up was in a couple of days. The girls stuck around afterwards and we all exchanged phone numbers and thoughts of the class. Although I air-dried reasonably well, the area along my slit remained wet and stained while we chatted. Maybe it was true that nobody really cared, but I can't imagine how anybody couldn't take notice.
On the way home, I replayed the events in my head over and over again. Dancing in such revealing attire for so long was a win by itself. Knowing that some girls saw my intimate wetness was a bonus, as was seeing Kayla’s pussy in an innocent and vulnerable way.
Upon arriving home, I was getting horny again. I went up to my room to change, but not before doing different poses in the full-length mirror and rubbing my pussy over the spandex. I tried to recreate how wet I was during class. Once sufficiently wet, I bent over and looked behind in the mirror most contently. My bare pussy clung to the compromised material, and could be seen in stunning clarity. It would be obvious to any observer that sweat wasn’t the culprit here; it was the uncontained wetness from my sexually aroused pussy. xx