 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Vic at on 25.03. at 13:44:09 - as answer to: Kiss Me on the Bus by Dep >>>>Been a long time since I've told youse a story. Wriggle into sleeping tights, brew a cuppa, and read on...>"Mom, c'mon!">"Listen, son of mine, YOU'RE the one who wanted to take ballet lessons. And I told you that there would be days when I couldn't pick you up. And what did you say?">"I said I'd take the bus. But that was before I got on with a bag of ballet gear.">"Listen hon, I do gotta run. Sorry, OK?">"Yeah, OK. See you tonight. If I'm not gay-bashed.">"Nice try, but you forget. I was married to your father.">"I need my own car. I'm eighteen.">"You're not outta high school yet. You want a P.O.S. now, or a nice new car when you get accepted to you-know-where?">>>>Jack sat down at the bus stop, shivering in the early morning air "A dance class at 7:30 AM? What was I thinking?" he mused, and just as he thought of the answer, the answer sat down beside him.>"Jack!">"Elaine! Hi!" Elaine Moskowitz was the cutest girl in his basic ballet class. She'd mentioned one day that she was enrolled in Ballet I, and began a campaign to get any boy who was brave enough to join her. She'd only scored with one, and no-one was surprised that the sole sucker was Jack. Because of this completely expected turn of events, Elaine fussed over him constantly. >"You look glum, Baby. What's the matter? You were terrific in class today, by the way.">"Thanks." He wasn't, but Elaine was big on positive reinforcement. "Gotta take the bus home. Sucks.">"Tell me about it. Hey, I'd ride with you, but I'm going north. Oh, hell." She fumbled with her coat. "Tights're falling down again." Suddenly both of Elaine's magnificent legs, clad in kelly green tights, flashed across his vision. Elaine started bunching and pulling the soft nylon, smoothing the wrinkles at her instep and knees. >When his gaze reached Elaine's feet, and she pointed her toes in their penny loafers, Jack felt lightheaded. And a lot heavier somewhere south.>Elaine stood, hiking her skirt to adjust the waistband. "Go ahead and look, Jack. I owe you one for putting up with this. See ya." She turned to go.>"Hey, Elaine?" She stopped, turned back.>"Yeah, Baby?">"Why do you care? I mean, if I learn ballet or not?">Elaine smiled slyly, then seemed to come to a decision. "Two reasons." She walked back to him, her eyes studying his face. "First, I needed something to get me out of bed and to class every M.F. MWF morning. Second, you've been up to my room.">More times than you know, Jack thought.>"What would you say is the dominant theme of my decor.">"Ballet pictures.">"Mostly of?">Jack thought for a minute. Suddenly it occurred to him. "Guys.">"And how many guys are in our class?" >"Two. Me, and Terry.">"And what does Terry wear to class?">"Bike shorts.">"Always. Studio could be thirty degrees. Bike shorts.">"Yeah, so?">Elaine gave him a sly look. "Would YOU get up at 6 AM for a room full of girls in bike shorts?">Jack whipped his gaze away from Elaine's and turned crimson. "So, I guess you're my motivation, Baby.">"Terpsichore never did it this way, I bet.">"Yeah, but that was before nylon. Jack?">"Yeah.">"Wear your white ones tomorrow. The new ones Madame gave you." When Jack asked his teacher how to buy his clothes for class without getting punched out, she responded by giving him six pairs of tights and two dancebelts, asking him only to wash them frequently. He had to buy the shoes.>Elaine had walked away before he'd realized what she had asked. Dazed (but definitely happy,) Jack got on the southbound, and settled into one of the seats. The city's bus system, at least, was almost spectacular in city transit terms. The buses were clean, well-maintained, and were more of a "Greyhound" style than a "city" bus, with tall bucket seats and a surprising amount of legroom.>>>>Jack, as he'd done before, slid into second seat from the front. He avoided the first because the bus driver had once grilled him about his ballet class (The only bag Madame had for him had the school's logo on the side.) So, into the second row-over-your-head seatback in front, over-your-head seatback in back.>>>>Jack dropped his bag to the floor, and looked up just in time to see the woman across the aisle. She'd dropped her wallet on the floor, and was bending over to get it. Matte black tights (it was February,) in high-heels, a heather gray skirt, just a little short of businesslike. It raised like a theater curtain when she bent over. Like she was.>>>>Jack's face was less than two feet from the spectacle, and when she pulled HER tights up, Jack went into low-earth orbit, far beyond any chance he might have to stop staring.>>>>So she caught him with his eyes glued to her legs. He noticed too late, so he saw her face just as her stare shifted to his lap. Feeling an instant of dread as his own gaze whipped to his groin.>>>>His erection was not merely obvious. It was not even merely poking out through his unzipped fly.>>>>No, It was obviously poking out despite the fact that it was clearly, unmistakeably, only being held in check by the form-fitting black nylon of his own tights.>>>>Jack whipped his coat into his lap, and twisted toward the window. In the reflection in the glass he could see the woaman whispering and pointing, the amusement on her friend's face giving him a sunburn.>>>>To be continued.....>>>>>>Thanks for posting- looking forward to the continuation- Vic Answers to this message: |
