Dance Part 5 - The Showcase

All too soon, the summer session of the dance lessons were coming to an end.  As a finale, all of the different age and style categories were invited to participate in an evening showcase for family and friends.  Although each group had just 10-15 minutes to present a sampling of skills, it was a way to get the dancers on a stage with the bright lights and an audience.  The showcase would take place at the high school auditorium.

While it was a nice gesture, it was definitely a money grab opportunity for the studio.  All of the tickets cost money, and they disguised the payment as being a sort of donation to the studio to help keep costs down for future dancers.  In addition, purchasing a “show leotard” was required.  It seemed silly to buy a new leotard for such a small amount of wear time.  All of the other girls were participating, and it was something that I wanted to do, too.

The show leotard was a pretty powder pink base spandex that had a slight shimmer over the fabric.  It had a higher neckline and actually had sleeves that extended a couple of inches above the elbow.  The sleeves and back (except the bum) were of an extremely thin mesh that was totally transparent, by design.  Most of the back was open, but the mesh from the sleeves extended down to meet at the small of the back.  From the underbust up, including the sleeves, flower petals scattered in light blue and purple shades.  Pink transparent mesh also ran from the width of the underarm straight down through the hip.

My smaller sizing was still appropriate in my show leotard.  When I tried it on, I noticed something right away.  It was completely unlined!  My old leotard had minimal shelf-lining, which didn’t do much, but it did do something.  I was shocked that this had nothing.  Once I had it on, though, It actually wasn’t too bad.  The compression helped, and the floral designs took some attention away.  Of course, there weren’t any flower designs over where my areolas and nipples were.  In an aroused state, though, I’m not sure if the compression would be up to that task.  Finally, the bum material was extremely thin.  My cheeks and crack were straight-up visible.  While it was obscured a bit, it was highly revealing.

The day before the evening showcase, there was a dress rehearsal at the high school.  It was a ton of standing and waiting, while other groups rehearsed.  When it was our turn, we showed off some poses in unison as well as some rather simple and safe routines.  Other than that, there were a few things that caught me totally off-guard that evening:

First, it was absolutely freezing.  They had the AC blasting for some reason, and we were wearing these crazy thin leotards.  My nipples were so pokey that evening, but I wasn’t alone.  Pretty much every girls’ nipples were visible.  Secondly, boys.  There were boys!  Ok, there weren’t that many, but still enough floating around that I felt self-conscious, excited, worried, scared, curious, interested, and stupid all at the same time.  Lastly, it was HOT on stage.  The lights were incredibly intense, and we were all sweating within minutes being out there.

Performance night was here, and all of the different groups were assigned separate classrooms as holding areas.  Unlike the main auditorium, the classroom was hot and stuffy.  Apparently, they weren’t cooling the whole building.  We were all wound up, running around, and getting really sweaty.  Opening a window didn’t help and actually made things more humid.  The leotard was sticking literally to everything on my body.  I tried to cool off by pulling the elastic away in places to vent, but it was in vain.  Judging by looking at the other girls, we were a hot mess.  

I sat briefly on the dark blue desk chair, and it left a sweaty bum print.  After realizing this, I hopped up onto the attached, neutral-colored desk that would better conceal wet marks.  With my feet on the chair, I spread my knees apart with the goal of cooling off.  My pussy was distinct against the sweat-soaked leotard, but I got a bit of thrill sitting so exposed and chatting away.

When we were next up, we followed one of the instructors to the stage area.  As we entered, the arctic blast of air conditioning hit us all at once.  The damp leotard felt frigid, basically everywhere.  My nipples contracted and became extra sensitive and pointy, becoming even more revealing.

Now, it was performance time!  Walking out onto the stage changed the temperature yet again from frigid to hot under all of the focused lighting.  Less than a quarter of the auditorium was filled, which was to be expected.  We went through our routine, rather uneventfully, but I did have thoughts wondering how much the audience could see through our leotards.

After our performance, we joined everyone else in the gymnasium for the remainder of the show.  After the final group, we reunited with family in the main hallway.  What I wasn’t prepared for was the crowd of people that ensued.  Lots of guys, old and young, did nothing to hide their eyes from scanning over my body.  I could feel them undressing me with their eyes, which wasn’t terribly difficult to do, given the state of things.  There was hugging, talking, and pushing through people, and I felt basically naked.  This part was arousing, though.  I loved the attention and the thought of all these random strangers seeing my shaved pussy through a thin veil of sweaty spandex.

On the car ride home, I sat in the backseat with Mum and Dad in the front.  My arousal was at a maximum with replaying the looks people gave me in my revealing outfit.  I needed to touch my pussy to quench its desire.  As usual, I got carried away and lived in the moment.  The spandex pulled tightly over my clit and pussy, which added to the stimulation as I gently pet myself.  Arousal fluid immediately coated my fingers.  The material became quickly saturated and unable to absorb one drop more, but my pussy didn’t care.

Everything was wet.  Not just damp.  Wet.  At intersections, street lights and other signage illuminated parts of the car.  My pussy was soaked and had no way of concealment.  I crossed my legs and squeezed rhythmically, putting intense pressure on my clit.  I closed my eyes and rode out a silent orgasm with eyes shut.

When we got home, my intent was to strip down prior to anyone seeing how wet I had become.  Pulling in the garage, however, Mum excitedly said, “Let’s get one more photo of you in that beautiful leotard!”  A small panic surged through me.  I told her that I was really, really sweaty, and didn’t look my best.  She insisted, saying that the photo wouldn’t be posted anywhere, and it was just for us.  They exited the car first, and I followed behind.  I was able to get to a bathroom to “blow my nose”, but in actuality, I really needed to tend to my pussy.  It was sopping wet.  I squeezed tissues over my crotch that maybe helped a little bit, but it certainly didn’t fix the issue.  I just told myself to enjoy it, and make no big deal about it.  Of course, they didn’t say anything, but the pictures clearly showed what I already knew.

I told Mum and Dad that I was obviously soaked from sweat and was going downstairs to take my leotard off in the laundry bin.  I peeled the sticky spandex off of my damp body and threw it in a basket.  Now naked, I used my hands to make a hand-bra and hand-panty, but I was deliberately doing a poor job covering myself.  I encountered both of them in the kitchen and said with a hurried voice, “Sorry!  Didn’t think this part through!”  They laughed as I passed by.  My sweaty bare bum was the last thing they saw before I turned the corner to head upstairs. xx