His Love - Cassandra Dee Page 0,8

a true devotee of the dance would think that I was “lucky.” Right now, the brunette was already practicing eight hours a day, putting her body through the works. If “lucky” meant practicing even more, then I suppose I was lucky.

But Kitty was up in a flash, wandering into the brightly lit space, twirling joyfully as brunette curls flew outwards.

“I’m happy to dance,” she laughed, brown eyes sparkling. “What would you like me to do?”

I leaned back, appreciating that curvy female form.

“Anything,” I rumbled. “But first you’ve got to take off those warm-ups. I’ve got to see every gesture, every move up close.”

She flushed.

“I can’t, Mr. Lyons,” she murmured, looking down. “I didn’t realize I’d be dancing again, so I’m just wearing my leotard underneath, and nothing else.”

I frowned.

“So? A leotard’s fine, that’s standard practice wear.”

The girl blushed even hotter.

“No, not that,” she stammered. “I’m wearing a leotard, but nothing else under. Nothing, sir,” she stuttered wildly, unable to look into my eyes.

Ah ha, so that was the problem. My little girl was practically nude underneath those warm-ups, with nothing but the thinnest piece of cotton shielding those curvy assets. Well, no worries. This was right up my alley. In fact, it was almost too perfect if you asked me.

“You can do what you like,” I said mildly. “But I can’t see a thing with those baggy sweats on.”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“I know, I just didn’t expect …” her voice trailed off.

“You didn’t expect to find a hidden studio in my office?” I asked, voice smooth. “You didn’t expect to dance for a man?”

She nodded shyly, picking at the edge of her sweater.

“If I had known, I would have worn something different.”

I interrupted then.

“Baby trust me, I’ve seen everything,” I said in my best father-figure voice. “I’m forty-five, and I’ve been on stage since I was fifteen. I’ve seen everything, and I mean everything,” I added with emphasis.

Kitty nodded again, biting her lip before lifting her head and shooting me a quick glance. I thought she was going to back off, making some excuse. But instead, those small fingers gripped the hem of her sweater, trembling a bit.

“Okay, I guess I’ll give it a try,” the girl whispered.

And in a flash, that sweater was off. My dick jerked in my pants because oh shit, the female was luscious. The girl wore a pink leotard underneath, so sheer that it was like a body stocking, and those huge tits swung, heavy and full. My cock literally spurted then, unable to hold back. I had to get into her. I had to taste that luscious white flesh, and suck those huge nipples into my mouth.

But Kitty wasn’t done yet. Slowly, she tilted her hips and slid the track pants over those thighs, revealing meaty, luscious legs. The pants and sweater were tossed to the side, and as she bent over to put on ballet slippers, I realized why she’d been so embarrassed.

Because the girl wasn’t wearing panties. Most professional ballerinas don’t wear panties because they rely on their tights to shield them. But in this case, Kitty wasn’t wearing tights either. The only thing she had on was that sheer pink leotard, and now a pair of matching ballet slippers.

As she slid into a routine, my breath caught. Because whenever the girl bent over, whenever her legs spread in either a plié, jump or raise, I could see her sweet slit. I could see that pale white mound, the puffy flesh under that thin piece of fabric. Shit, if I looked hard, I could even see her nub, that hard, tantalizing clit poking out insistently.

Because oh yeah, Kitty was excited too. As she danced for me, her moves took on an intensity that shook us both. We gazed into each other’s eyes as she twirled, showing off those huge, jiggly breasts, and the elegant, yet sensuous sway of her hips. And goddamn, but I wanted it.

It was like Kitty could read my mind. Smiling coyly, she lifted one leg high into the air, the toe almost pointed straight up at the ceiling. All ballerinas are flexible, so that wasn’t surprising in and of itself.

But here, alone in this studio, it was different. Because dressed in that sheer pink leotard, the material at her pussy was stretched so tight that it went from being sheer to transparent. This time, I didn’t just see the outline of her puffy lips and the hard nub of that clit. I saw her hole, the tiny