CFNM Dance Class
I got a call from a lady who had seen my website, www.vinceharringtoncfnm.com
She was a dance teacher at a local dance studio. She also taught part-time at one of the local Universities. It seems that one of her students was preparing to go to an audition in Vegas. It was a good chance for the student, but the teacher felt she might have trouble with some of the more sexy and sensual routines that are a part of a lot of Vegas shows.
The teacher wanted to prepare her to deal with sexy situations onstage and keep her cool. She wasn’t going for any topless reviews, but Ms. Mercedes wanted her to get used to fast changes and nudity backstage.
I had a little dance training, modern, jazz and tap…and we figured I could “fake it” as a student was failing a University class and agreed to help out at her dance studio to get a passing grade.
She told me to be prepared for almost anything, and that she would be providing an assortment of costumes for me to wear. She added it would be nice if I were a bit “reluctant” to be in revealing costumes.
I arrived, “late” after regular dance class hours as we had planned. Her student, Kim, was already warming up at the bar. She was about my height, and petite. I hoped I wouldn’t have to do lifts, as I didn’t have much experience in that.
Ms. M introduced us and explained that I was failing her class etc.
“All right, Vince, let’s get you into some dance gear and get to work”
She handed me a small pile of clothes and pointed me to a corner of the studio.
“The dressing room is closed for repairs; you’ll have to make do.”
As most of the walls were mirrored, there was nowhere to “hide” so I went to a corner and got undressed. I could sense Kim watching in the mirror.
I got down to just my socks, trying to face the corner and shield myself as much as possible. I started to put on what turned out to be a VERY tight sleeveless t-shirt.
Ms. M called out from across the room. I turned, still “balls naked” as she tossed a dance belt at my crotch. I was stuck putting on the shirt, and the dance belt hit my cock and fell to the floor. Ms. M came over to help me put my shirt on.
We tugged and grappled a bit and managed to get me into the t-shirt. Kim was pretending not to bee too interested, but she was watching us very closely.
As Ms. M tugged and smoothed the shirt, my cock started to swell slightly. The dance belt was not really comfortable, and I had to adjust my cock and balls several times to prevent being pinched.
I pulled on some stretchy jazz pants and jazz shoes and we got to work. After some warm up exercises, we started working on a routine. I mostly walked, held her as she spun, and posed as she gyrated against me with sensual jazz movements.
“Vince,” said Ms M, “I need to see more of the body lines. I don’t like those jazz pants. I think you need tights.”
I went to the corner and removed the pants. Ms. M came over with the tights and a bottle of water, as the studio was getting warm.
“And I don’t like that t-shirt much either.”
Once again I struggled to get out of the shirt. I managed to get “trapped” in it, with my arms over my head. It took both Ms M and Kim to pull the shirt off of me. In the struggle, Ms M “accidentally” doused my dance belt with the bottle of water.
She made me go out of the studio wearing only the wet dance belt, to a closet to get a mop to dry the floor.
Kim watched with mild interest. The floor being dried, I started to put on the tights.
“Not so fast.” Said Ms. M. “Those tights are very light colored and I don’t want to risk any color bleeding from that wet dance belt. You’ll have to do without it.”
“Light colored” was right. They were flesh colored, and very thin and stretchy. I pulled them on, put the jazz shoes on again and went to the center of the studio. I saw my reflection in the mirror. The tights were almost transparent, I looked naked, and without a jock or dance belt, my cock snaked halfway down my right thigh.
I felt both their eyes on my crotch. My cock started to swell, and I made an effort to cover myself with my hands.
“All right”, said Ms. M, let’s get back to work!”
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