Devotion

The door is ajar, so I step inside silently, slipping off to the side and taking a seat on one of the oversized armchairs I had brought in. It leans back a little, but it’s tall, so it’s comfortable for me to lounge in while I watch her.

When I sit down I finally allow myself to look at her, to focus on the beauty before me.

The studio is almost as large as most houses, but without any dividing walls. Near the entrance is a lounge area with a carpet and a chair and a couch. On the far wall is a door that leads to a bathroom, a sauna and a steam room.

But the main focus is the center stage, which takes up almost the entirety of the space. She could run from one end to the other and be out of breath before she reaches the edge. The one thing that I insisted on when building this space was that it have no mirrors. This is not a place for Aurora to be perfect. This is a place for her to feel beautiful and to come alive. This is the place where she can find her soul, and I can watch her do it.

She moves to the rhythm, slow then fast. I’ve never seen her dance like this before, and I watched every performance since the first night I saw her on stage. There are no clinical steps to what she’s doing. She’s feeling the music and moving in time.

Sitting back in my chair, I feel heat radiate through my body as I watch her. The white dress is made of a thin material that allows me to see through to her thighs. Then, when she spreads her leg high above her head, it dips down, showing me a peek of her light pink panties.

I reach down and rub my hand across my hard cock, watching her as she moves, imagining her moving against me. Her long legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust in and out of her wet folds.

Her arms move above her head, and her breasts peek out of the top of her dress. The blush on her skin from dancing has made me wonder what she tastes like when she sweats. If I licked between her ripe tits, would she taste like innocence or sin?

My cock begins to weep in my pants, begging for some kind of relief. Aurora is lost in the dance and the song, so I undo my pants and pull out my shirt to cover the opening. I reach down between my legs and hiss at the contact against my throbbing length. Slowly I stroke my bare cock as I watch her move, pretending she’s moving her body on top of mine, that my cock is deep inside her soaking wet pussy while she undulates.

My strokes become harder and more aggressive with every sway of her hips. It never occurs to me that I’m jerking off while watching her and she has no idea. The only thing I know is that I have to cum right here. Right now. And if I can’t do that in her little sweet cunt, then I’ll do it in my hand while I’ve got my eyes on her.

I feel it building, boiling up inside me. Watching her spread her legs and dip low is the vision that does it. I feel hot, sticky spurts of cum jet into my slacks as I give in to the relief. I have to bite my lip to keep from shouting out, the orgasm is so fierce. I use the cream to lube up my hand as I finish jerking off, pulling out every drop.

I sit like that for a moment, hand and inner thigh covered in cum as I try to control my breathing and watch her dance. It’s then I feel my cock begin to harden again, needing her this time. I know my hand won’t be enough to satisfy this ache. No, he needs her soft pink lips wrapped tightly around him.

I clean my hand off on my shirt and then tuck myself back into my pants. I straighten my clothing as best as I can before standing up, adjusting my growing cock and walking to the edge of the stage. Just as I do, the song ends, and she spins around laughing.

God, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks like she came with me. The thought alone has me holding back a moan.

When she catches sight of me, she jumps then laughs again.

“Hey. I didn’t know you were in here. Sorry, I got caught up dancing. This place is magnificent.” She looks around with eyes wide, smiling brightly. “I can’t wait to train in here. I love that there are no mirrors.”