It is really an intermediate class, so I was expecting no frills.  Two tofour girls come to class just in leos and tights.  I normally wear a tightblack shirt on top black tights and a leotard.

The class had been getting pretty boring, so I guess the instructor (anenergetic japanese lady) had something new in mind.

Right at the beginning of class, after I finished stretching, I walked overto the instructor to ask her a question.  She was talking to a petit blondwho was just in a black tard standing in front of the mirror (because the instructor had removed her skirt).

The instructor was touching her on her lower back and below her buttocks.  Then she said to the ballet student "Ok, I'm going to touch your butt now"  I figured I should hang around at this point.  The ballet teacher puts one palmon each side of the girls buttocks and squeezes them together with suchdeliberation and grace that I had to make an effort to keep my hands off myself.  She did this about four times.

Then midway through class she said we are going to do something new and tellseveryone to find a partner.  Everybody is hemming and hawing embarrassedbecause there are two men in class.  As it ends up, the tall freckled girlI've been always eyeing walks up to me and asks me if I would like to be herpartner (like because everybody else is taken).  I thought I was pretty luckybecause she one of the leotard-only girls, and a great figure.  I figuredit was fun to do ANYTHING with a leotard wearing person, man or woman.

The instructor orders one partner (me) to stand behind the other.  Then shedemonstrates how we are to put our hands on our partner's hips.  I put my palms around my partner's tight waist.  I avert my eyes from her waist tofind her talking into the mirror at me, telling me to...squeeze harder! Thenshe turns to another girl and complains about this guy not being able to holdtight enough.  Fnally she grabs my palms and presses them tight against herbody.  Then she grabs them again and pushes the down to her hips,and she presses them hard again.  Suddenly I regretted not wearing any dancebeltsthat evening.  Before I know it, the instructor is telling the front partnerto jump,and the behind person to lift.  I do it completely wrong, of course,failing to time my lifts correctly, so that as she is jumping, I'm pullingher down again.  Believe me, this is a lot more pleasurable than timing yourlifts correctly, since you feel the persons body a lot more.  Her body justreverberated with the impact of her jumps as I held on tight to her flying hips.  After the set is done, she suddenly turns around to complain I hadbeen "gripping" her, and proceeds to demonstrate how to grab someone's hipsby grabbing my own.  Of course, I am rather hard at this point and prayingthe tight and tards I'm wearing is keeping it all down.  As dessert,theinstructor makes us switch partners, and I get to feel her hands around MYhips as I jump.  Finally she gives up on the hips and runs her hands up justbelow my armpit (men have no hips to hold on to).  She was good at it too.

Sorry the letter was so long, but it had been my best ballet class experienceyet.

Also, if there are any other ballet partnering stories, I would really liketo hear them.

P.S.

Please do erase the message you are responding to!  It makes it a lot easierto read YOUR message.

Thanks

J.S.

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