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Arkontheroof
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Carlo
There are light switches, but I no longer bother with them, except in the boiller room or my Retreat, or if I'm working. I know each inch of my maze perfectly. I navigate by memory, by smell, by touch, by sound.
Off to my left I pass a bank of six pipes, water hissing through them. But one of the pipes sounds wrong. There will be a leak somewhere. I get my tool-box and trace the noise back along the wall, flick on the nearest light and tighten the offending join. The hissing leak ceases. I look down at my hands. Too big, too heavy. I turn out the light again.
Through the cellar, beneath the accomodation building, I reach the bowels of the academy itself. Above me a pianist strikes a few trial chords on a piano, and two of the administrators, standing near a heating duct, complain about one of the instructors.
I've seen the timetable. Today the new students have their first class.
I find the main structural west wall and feel round to behind the second pillar. Above me in the blackness a series of false, non-structural, walls dividing the practice and instruction rooms from the oustide wall, leaving room for ducts, pipes, joists... and, if I choose, room for me.
I reach above my head and lunge, my fingertips hooking onto the ridge that I knew was there. When I was younger I didn't believe I would ever be able to climb: too bulky, not deft enough. But my first instructor explained, it isn't just agility: it's a ratio of stength to weight. I'm over 200lbs, but I can hold all my weight from the fingertips of one hand with ease.
I climb, inside the wall, quietly. Some days I make a noise, and someone will leave a message for me that they heard rats in the wall. No rats today.
Ratio of stregth to weight. The dancers have it, too. But they have grace, beauty. They are perfect. They don't lumber, tower, hulk.
I perch on a thick beam and press my eye to the wall where two vertical slats do not quite meet, and peer into the practice room.
There are light switches, but I no longer bother with them, except in the boiller room or my Retreat, or if I'm working. I know each inch of my maze perfectly. I navigate by memory, by smell, by touch, by sound.
Off to my left I pass a bank of six pipes, water hissing through them. But one of the pipes sounds wrong. There will be a leak somewhere. I get my tool-box and trace the noise back along the wall, flick on the nearest light and tighten the offending join. The hissing leak ceases. I look down at my hands. Too big, too heavy. I turn out the light again.
Through the cellar, beneath the accomodation building, I reach the bowels of the academy itself. Above me a pianist strikes a few trial chords on a piano, and two of the administrators, standing near a heating duct, complain about one of the instructors.
I've seen the timetable. Today the new students have their first class.
I find the main structural west wall and feel round to behind the second pillar. Above me in the blackness a series of false, non-structural, walls dividing the practice and instruction rooms from the oustide wall, leaving room for ducts, pipes, joists... and, if I choose, room for me.
I reach above my head and lunge, my fingertips hooking onto the ridge that I knew was there. When I was younger I didn't believe I would ever be able to climb: too bulky, not deft enough. But my first instructor explained, it isn't just agility: it's a ratio of stength to weight. I'm over 200lbs, but I can hold all my weight from the fingertips of one hand with ease.
I climb, inside the wall, quietly. Some days I make a noise, and someone will leave a message for me that they heard rats in the wall. No rats today.
Ratio of stregth to weight. The dancers have it, too. But they have grace, beauty. They are perfect. They don't lumber, tower, hulk.
I perch on a thick beam and press my eye to the wall where two vertical slats do not quite meet, and peer into the practice room.
Enrique
Ever sine I was a small boy I was interested in dancing. In school I was considered a sissy, and was probably thought to be a faggot, which I thought all men ballet dancers were anyway. I watched every opportunity I had, and finally, after school, I enrolled in the Academy.
I real interestr was getting my hands on the ballerinas, both during the dancing in practice and in performance. They were all so lovely in their trim athletic shape, and i couldnt wait to lift them up over me head and look up at them, knowing they were fully in my hands and dependent upon me to support them and protect them from any danger of injury.
I always fantacized about them dancing nude with me, and hoped that someday that mght actually happen. But, now I was dressed in my tights, and my package bulged out in front, leaving nothing to the imagination, as my cock and each testicle was clearly outlined in the thin fabric. I hoped at least one of the ladies would like what they saw, and enjoy it after practice
Ever sine I was a small boy I was interested in dancing. In school I was considered a sissy, and was probably thought to be a faggot, which I thought all men ballet dancers were anyway. I watched every opportunity I had, and finally, after school, I enrolled in the Academy.
I real interestr was getting my hands on the ballerinas, both during the dancing in practice and in performance. They were all so lovely in their trim athletic shape, and i couldnt wait to lift them up over me head and look up at them, knowing they were fully in my hands and dependent upon me to support them and protect them from any danger of injury.
I always fantacized about them dancing nude with me, and hoped that someday that mght actually happen. But, now I was dressed in my tights, and my package bulged out in front, leaving nothing to the imagination, as my cock and each testicle was clearly outlined in the thin fabric. I hoped at least one of the ladies would like what they saw, and enjoy it after practice
Enrique
I was surprised at the music I heard as I approached the dance hall. Then I sawss the notice, and then the lady dancing by herself in the corner. She looked exquisite in her pink tights, and i',m afraid I just stared, until my impulses overwhelmed me, and i walked over to the radio and changed the station to some decent music, and then asked her if she would dance with me, introducing myself as one of her fellow students
I was surprised at the music I heard as I approached the dance hall. Then I sawss the notice, and then the lady dancing by herself in the corner. She looked exquisite in her pink tights, and i',m afraid I just stared, until my impulses overwhelmed me, and i walked over to the radio and changed the station to some decent music, and then asked her if she would dance with me, introducing myself as one of her fellow students
Enrique
"Hi Monique. Such sa pretty name", I said, as I gaped at her terrific body clad in those tights.
"I'm Enrique Cruz and would love to dance with you", as I took her in my arms. She smiled and spun away in a pirouette and made it clear it wasnt going to be easy, but it gave me a good look at her exquisite figure up close. The tights were so snug it even gave me an outline of her pussy lips and nipples, showing me she wasnt even wearing any underwear
"Hi Monique. Such sa pretty name", I said, as I gaped at her terrific body clad in those tights.
"I'm Enrique Cruz and would love to dance with you", as I took her in my arms. She smiled and spun away in a pirouette and made it clear it wasnt going to be easy, but it gave me a good look at her exquisite figure up close. The tights were so snug it even gave me an outline of her pussy lips and nipples, showing me she wasnt even wearing any underwear
Enrique
She leaned back into me. It was hard not to put my arms around her and cup those perfect boobs, and fondle her cute little niples protruding through the fabric. She turned hetr head and smiled, and I kissed her cheek, and then when she turned her heasd to face forward, I moved her hair aside and kissed one f my favorite spots, the back of her neck
She turned to face me, and my left hand reached for her right, but it wasn't there. Her arms were both around my neck, and she was snuggled right up against me, feeling the hardness of my bulge which was now a tent pointed at her flat tummy. She must have felt it up against her, as she smiled at me and snuggled even closer, letting it rub up against he. That wasnt the way to get t to soften, believe me, as we started to sway to the music
I caressed the back of her neck where I had kissed her, and she did the same to me as we started to move in each others arms, dancing to a romantic song
She leaned back into me. It was hard not to put my arms around her and cup those perfect boobs, and fondle her cute little niples protruding through the fabric. She turned hetr head and smiled, and I kissed her cheek, and then when she turned her heasd to face forward, I moved her hair aside and kissed one f my favorite spots, the back of her neck
She turned to face me, and my left hand reached for her right, but it wasn't there. Her arms were both around my neck, and she was snuggled right up against me, feeling the hardness of my bulge which was now a tent pointed at her flat tummy. She must have felt it up against her, as she smiled at me and snuggled even closer, letting it rub up against he. That wasnt the way to get t to soften, believe me, as we started to sway to the music
I caressed the back of her neck where I had kissed her, and she did the same to me as we started to move in each others arms, dancing to a romantic song
Arkontheroof
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Carlo
Slender, perfect limbs turning, poised and ballanced.
A tear wells in my eye.
I let myself down through the gap behind the wall, preferng the darkness. There should be work to do. I'll find something, something to take my mind off those perfect limbs.
Slender, perfect limbs turning, poised and ballanced.
A tear wells in my eye.
I let myself down through the gap behind the wall, preferng the darkness. There should be work to do. I'll find something, something to take my mind off those perfect limbs.
Enrique
This wasnt ballet, but it was sure nice. I asked her if she was living here at the dorm, and she said yes. I was mulling over how to ask her "your place or mine", but that eliminated hers unless she had a private room and would sneak me in. I didnt know the layout of the female dorm, because I lived in town in a nearby apartment.
It wasnt fit to receive guests, byt I could always try
This wasnt ballet, but it was sure nice. I asked her if she was living here at the dorm, and she said yes. I was mulling over how to ask her "your place or mine", but that eliminated hers unless she had a private room and would sneak me in. I didnt know the layout of the female dorm, because I lived in town in a nearby apartment.
It wasnt fit to receive guests, byt I could always try
Enrique
"I live here in town. Would you like to come see?". I asked as I ran my hands up anfd down her back, fingering her spine. She snuggled in so close.
She looked up an me with a smile and a glint in her eye, and received a kiss, as my hand found its way down to cup her sweet little ass.
"Or, would you like to show me your room?"
"I live here in town. Would you like to come see?". I asked as I ran my hands up anfd down her back, fingering her spine. She snuggled in so close.
She looked up an me with a smile and a glint in her eye, and received a kiss, as my hand found its way down to cup her sweet little ass.
"Or, would you like to show me your room?"
Enrique
Since there was no class, we might as well do our dancing in private, I thought, as I led her to my car. I held the door for her and she sat in the seat. For a moment I just looked at her. She was so cute in her ballet outfit. I anted my hands all over her, having enjoyed a brief taste of it while dancing.
We drove to my place quickly and as i let her in, I told her I hadnt expected uests so it wasnt all cleaned up, but she smiled and I knew she didnt care. She just wanted a different scene than her dorm room and the ballet class.
I offered her a drink or a glass of wine and she accepted. I found two clean glasses that didnt really match, and poured some chardonney for us. Handing her her glass, we clinked and smiled, and I knew what i wanted to toast us to, but was afraid to say it. She took a sip, set down her glass, and slid over on the couch into my arms and my toast to happiness had come true
Since there was no class, we might as well do our dancing in private, I thought, as I led her to my car. I held the door for her and she sat in the seat. For a moment I just looked at her. She was so cute in her ballet outfit. I anted my hands all over her, having enjoyed a brief taste of it while dancing.
We drove to my place quickly and as i let her in, I told her I hadnt expected uests so it wasnt all cleaned up, but she smiled and I knew she didnt care. She just wanted a different scene than her dorm room and the ballet class.
I offered her a drink or a glass of wine and she accepted. I found two clean glasses that didnt really match, and poured some chardonney for us. Handing her her glass, we clinked and smiled, and I knew what i wanted to toast us to, but was afraid to say it. She took a sip, set down her glass, and slid over on the couch into my arms and my toast to happiness had come true
Enrique
Other clothes to change into? In MY apartment? What is this, unless she had a VERY skimpy thong in her purse, she had no clothes. Then I reembered the line about ":The Emporer had no clothes...
After a suitable time elapsed, I went and knocked on the bathroom door and asked "Monique- are you all right? anything I can get you?"
Other clothes to change into? In MY apartment? What is this, unless she had a VERY skimpy thong in her purse, she had no clothes. Then I reembered the line about ":The Emporer had no clothes...
After a suitable time elapsed, I went and knocked on the bathroom door and asked "Monique- are you all right? anything I can get you?"
Enrique
Ballet clothes might be uncomfortable to sit around in, but they sure are sexy to watch her dance in, I thought as I went to my room to see what I copuld mfind nfor her
I thought a sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants would be nice nd snuggly comfortable. I had a clean shirt and the pants had been worn byut werent too bad, so I took them to her and handed the stuff through the door, thinking how good she would feel in my arms, although she was so tiny they would droop on her.
Withy a smile I handed them to her, awaiting her next move, remembering that she had offerred to let me watch her change
Ballet clothes might be uncomfortable to sit around in, but they sure are sexy to watch her dance in, I thought as I went to my room to see what I copuld mfind nfor her
I thought a sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants would be nice nd snuggly comfortable. I had a clean shirt and the pants had been worn byut werent too bad, so I took them to her and handed the stuff through the door, thinking how good she would feel in my arms, although she was so tiny they would droop on her.
Withy a smile I handed them to her, awaiting her next move, remembering that she had offerred to let me watch her change
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