An Asian American Ballet Dancer in France
Even though my father is American and my mother Japanese, I was brought up in France. It was in France that I started dancing and in France where I had my first sexual experience.
I had been dancing from the age of 5 and seemed to spend most of my life in pink tights and a leotard. My exotic looks always attracted alot of attention. Men were inhinbited about touching me, but women always felt comfortable stroking my long silken hair, caressing my face and telling me how pretty I was. I remember also some of my mother's friends who encouraged me to climb onto to their laps. I loved it when they tickled my legs.
I also remember going shopping with one of them once to the ballet shop, where she bought me a lovely pair of pink tights. Afterwards, we stopped at her house and she asked me to try the tights on for her. I took off my panties and slipped on the tights. The kind lady helped me take off my dress and said how pretty I looked. I stood in front of her and she turned me around every which way, touching all my most senstive places and kissing me between the legs through my pink tights. It felt so nice, I didn't want her to stop.
When I was a little older I had just turned 12 I had my first experience with a girl my own age. My parents were going out of town, and had arranged for me to stay with one of my friends from ballet class. I will call her Isabelle. Isabelle was a year older than me, and I kind of hero-worshipped her. She was one of four children and I was to sleep in her room, on a mat. When it was time to go up to bed, her parents told us not to stay up talking all night. I changed into my nightie, but I saw that Isabelle changed into a pair of black stirrup tights (which we sometimes wear at ballet over our pink tights) and a tank cotton top. As I was about to settle down on the mat, Isabelle told me to join her in her bed instead. I was tired and soon fell asleep. I don't think I was a sleep for very long, before I woke up in a sweat. My panties were all damp and my nightie up around my waist. Isabelle was gently rubbing me through my panties. After my first surprise, I reached out to move her hand away. But she wishpered in my ear that it was ok and that I should feel her too. She took my hand and placed it between her thighs where I could feel her wetness through her tights. She encouraged me by pressing my fingers into the soft moistness. After a bit of this, she suggested that we take off my nightie and her cotton top. After she slipped her top over head, she helped me with my nightie and then pressed her beautiful breasts against me and kissed me. Her tongue probed my ears and I felt a chill of pleasure run through my whole body. Her fingers played with my budding nipples, and I felt completely at her mercy. She pushed gently me onto my back and, straddling my face, she leaned over and started to touch my panties again. Pleasure shot through me, and she pressed her crotch against my face. The smell of her though her tights was intoxicating as she rubbed herself against my face. She opened my legs and pushed a hand under the waistband of my panties. Her touch was heaven. She slid off her tights and resumed rubbing against my face as she cupped me and allowed her middle finger to slide into my crease. When tentatively I began kissing her sensitive area and probed her with my tongue, she moaned and soon was bucking in orgasm, squezzing my head between her legs.
I found out later that I was not her first lover and that she had been enjoying herself with other friends for sometime. But that night of my first experience was all bliss. I never gave any thought to the idea that what we had done was wrong. It just felt so comfortable and good. But, when I did find out that Isabelle had had a number of other girls into her bed, I confess I was shaken. For a while I turned away from any further sexual awakening....that is until I was 15 and developed a tremendous crush on a young 12 year old dancer who was so talented that she was allowed into our class of mostly 15 and 16 year olds.
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