 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 20.02. at 02:46:59 - as answer to: The Liturgical Dance Video Bluff by Dep >>>One brief exchange of whispers, and Malcolm found himself in his sister's office, a pair of tan tights in his hand. His legs trembled as he slid his pants down and off, wriggling with nervous energy as he slid his right foot down the leg.>>>Of course, this wasn't the first pair of tights he'd ever been in his life, but it would be the first he would ever wear in public. Under his pants, sure, but it was obvious to him that they would all know-thanks to him over hearing the owner's plan.>>>So he stopped smiling and started grimacing when he returned to class. >>>"How do you girls stand these things?" he beefed, yanking them up again and again.>>>So it went for several weeks. Mal was becoming expert at seeming to be annoyed by his tights, and begun to add little finesses in his performance. His favorite was ranting about his "pantyhose," while giving certain girls an eyeful of his tights-clad legs as he adjusted them. He also repeatedly fiddled with his dance belt, often turning away from the class to reach into his loose dance trousers. But he would make sure he was near certain girls, and often flipped his waistband down to give them a glimpse of his tan tighted butt. After just two weeks (He went to a one-hour class every day after school, and then took a jazz lesson with sis on wednesday and friday,) he could tell which girls would blush the brightest at his antics, while reporting back nothing but the idea that Mal HATED having to wear tights.>>>And so it went, until a few girls from the jazz class (most of which were from "lesser" families, meaning they went to the non-evangelical church across town,) caught him getting dressed in his sister's office after class.>>>It was about eleven, and Mal had stayed behind to practice, promising sis he'd lock up on the way out. The studio was his for a full two hours, and he allowed himself a chance to dance however he liked. He's strut and tap and roll, but he'd also grind and buck his way through his improv, hoping to find something that looked more seductive than silly. And yea, he did shed his pantaloons, and forewent his dancebelt, dancing in nothing but a black tank-top, and tan tights.>>>When he was done, he stared at himself in the studio mirror. His penis, relaxed and stretched out, lay under his tights like a sleeping predator. Mal, for the millionth time, thought of Cammie (the girl from the wrong side of the tracks,) staring at his butt during one of his pranks. The look on her face made his cock begin to stir and stiffen, crawling hotly up his lower body. As if in a trance, he reached down to softly fondle himself.>>>And the lights went on. /tbc Answers to this message:
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