Ballerina Tryst on Tour: Act 01

Suddenly a gentle hum filled the room, and Ryan's eyes went wide. Then he bit his lip, and his brow furrowed with longing. The vibrator...

Brittany huffed her breath in and out and her smirk deepened when she saw his reaction. She'd clicked the vibrator on and was ready for the overpowering pleasure it always gave her. She slowly and deliberately lowered the plastic toy to her vagina, the vibrations running first up her fingers and arm, but then through her pubis and to all places intimate. She squeezed her eyes shut so tightly when it finally made contact. It was almost too much. A moan that was more of a cry escaped her mouth, and she saw that Ryan's hands were white-knuckling the arms of the chair he sat in.

"Oh, Ryan. It feels so fucking good." She couldn't help but speak to him. She was getting lost in the situation. How had she even hesitated at first? This was so good... to be getting off, feeling all this pleasure, all while in the presence of this man that had fueled so much of her sexuality for the past six months. And to be fulfilling some part of his sexual need without even touching him, or allowing him to see her... this was incredible. She could see him rocking back and forth in the chair across the room. There must be some pain mixed with the pleasure for him, she thought. So much holding back... "Ryan, you can touch yourself. I want you to feel good too. I feel so incredible right now." She slid the vibrator deeper into the crevice between her legs and cried out again. The wavy bump on the end of her toy was heavenly as it passed over her clit. Because she still had her shorts and her panties on, it was held against her vagina tightly, a change from her usual routine. She lost herself for a moment in the overwhelming sensations, throwing her head back and forth and spreading her legs farther apart for better access. She grunted and moaned getting closer and closer, achieving a first mini orgasm from everything she was doing to herself.

When she opened her eyes again she was relieved to see Ryan still remained in his chair. But he was different now. The look on his face... it wasn't anger, but it was a furious desire. His right hand held his erect cock tightly, the shape of it clear even through his shorts. His grip on it almost appeared too tight to be pleasurable, in Brittany's opinion, and he jerked it up and down hard and deliberately. For the first time Brittany actually imagined him finishing, cumming long and hard, all as a result of her teasing and her sexual energy. She imagined it so many different ways, but ultimately pictured his hot, white cum shooting from the tip of what must be a beautiful, throbbing dick. She pictured the exquisite release on his face when he came, the sounds he would make. It sent her deeper and deeper into herself.

She looked down and realized that her thrashing movements had disturbed her covers. They still covered her legs, but only to just above her knees. She could look down and see her entire midsection exposed. From her angle she could look straight down and see her left hand holding the waistband of her shorts and panties open while her right hand gently slid the vibrator up and down over her clit. She immediately wondered what Ryan could see, and she immediately wanted him to see more. She made eye contact with him. That pained-but-pleased look remained in his dark brown eyes. His face looked hard. Maintaining the eye lock between them, Brittany allowed her feet to kick the covers down further. She kicked and shimmied, and finally the comforter was at the foot of the bed. She was out in the open.

Ryan moaned from his chair and his jerking motion intensified. Unsure of what she was exposing to him, Brittany pulled both her hands out from inside her panties. She looked down, hesitant about how to proceed. Her hips were open, knees slightly bent and cocked out to the side. She was sure he could glimpse her panties...

And he could. Red. She'd chosen red that evening, not black. In his chair Ryan leaned forward, but his ass never left his seat. He craned his head forward, wanting to be as close to the sight as possible. He could finally see her now, her most private of areas. He'd seen her in tight clothing, watched her in leotards that molded to her body, but this... each leg opening of her shorts gaped wide, affording him a gaze at either side of her pantied crotch. And it was red. A deep, dark red that grew deeper and darker at the center. Her wetness, of course. She was dripping from her hole, soaking through the gusset of her panties. God, it was a delicious thought, and an even more inviting sight. He could only see the edges of each side, the crotch of her shorts still obscuring most of what he desired. But the effect this view was having on him was immediate and extreme.

Ryan let his gaze break, and he looked up at Brittany's face. Her hooded eyes were somehow both sleepy and alive at the same time. He'd never known this look in her eyes. It was akin to what he saw on that show poster, but this was so much more real, so immediate. She bit a small portion of her lip into her mouth. Ryan's eyes drifted to Brittany's hands. In her right she clutched the pink vibrator, which was glazed with her fluids from bottom to top. Similarly the fingers of Brittany's left hand were coated in her wetness. Jesus, thought Ryan, she really is sopping. He let his eyes fall back to the spot between her legs, doing everything in his power to remain seated.

But Brittany was in a mood to tempt fate. In a smooth motion she reached down with her left hand and pulled the crotch of her shorts completely to the side. She left her panties covering everything, but she felt like she was baring herself completely to the man in the chair. She exposed the wide, wet spot at the center of her panties, and her entire crotch with it. Ryan could easily see the bulge of her labia, so hot and engorged with her excitement. But most vividly of all he could see the line of her entrance, clearly on display through the damp fabric. The red panties clung to her lips and her entire slit was outlined for him to see. God, how he wanted to dive into that opening with his face, fingers, and cock.

Brittany capitalized on his hunger and brought the vibrator to bear on the outside of her panties. Still holding her shorts aside with one hand, her other allowed the buzzing toy to come back to her pussy, vibrating anywhere and everywhere. It felt so heavenly. She'd never really bothered to leave her panties on while she masturbated, so each tickle and pinch of the fabric at her vulva was new and exciting. And she'd certainly never put on a show like this for anyone before. She was fulfilled by the fact that it was equal parts for him and for her. She knew she was exciting him beyond belief, but she was also legitimately getting herself off, something she needed to accomplish desperately.

The toy in Brittany's hand slid up and down. At times she would align it completely with her opening, allowing the full length of it to buzz her entire region. Then she would bring the tip up to her clit and mash it gently down in circles, driving herself wild. All these motions pushed and pulled the red fabric of her panties left and right and deeper into her tight little cleft. The outline became clearer and clearer, her pussy more exposed with every twitch and wiggle of the toy. Ryan could now see the puffy outer edges of Brittany's labia protruding from the sides of her panties. They were pink and swollen and he imagined how soft that skin must be.

He sat back. He knew he couldn't get any closer to Brittany without it being against whatever rules they were adhering to, so he decided he was at least going to enjoy this moment and cum as hard as he could. But instead of just stroking himself on the outside of his clothing anymore he quickly unbuttoned his shorts and opened them wide. Brittany's eyes grew big with alarm at the sight of Ryan seeming to remove his clothing. She didn't say anything to stop him, but she began shaking her head vigorously as she continued to buzz her clit. Ryan saw her concern and quickly put her at ease.

"Brittany, you're safe." His voice was quiet but intense. "I'm not going to hurt you..."

And with that Ryan pulled the elastic of his own underwear away from his waist and let his right hand slide down inside. From the bed Brittany moaned. But it wasn't a moan of pleasure, rather it was an aching moan of longing and desire. How quickly the tables had been turned. She watched as Ryan began jerking his cock up and down, skin to skin. She couldn't help but fantasize about what his penis would feel like in her hand... the girth of it, the length of it, how she would feel the bulge of the head at the top... fuck, what she wouldn't do to have that inside of her! She pressed the vibrator down harder on her mound while Ryan continued to stroke. It was infuriating to Brittany, as his hand moved up and down over and over again she could just barely make out a flash of skin here or there, but she could never quite get a look at his package. He continued to hold the waistband of his boxer briefs out in front of him so that his working hand had room to maneuver. Soon a dark spot or two appeared on the front of his underwear and she realized he must be leaking precum heavily to create such a mess.

Well, she wasn't going to let him have all the skin-on-skin fun. Leaving her legs spread wide and her shorts pulled askew, Brittany returned the vibrator to a position beneath her panties. She slid it down through the waistband and to the top of her vagina once more. Ryan watched closely as this happened, seeing the outline of the vibrator tunnel its way from her waist down to her slit. The damp red material now hugged the vibrator closely, a stark, smooth contrast to the bunched areas further below. Ryan tightened his hand and increased his pace. He knew he was clearly watching Brittany's toy as it made direct contact with all the places he longed to touch. It was making him lightheaded and harder than ever. And just when he thought the image before him could get no more erotic, Brittany went and topped it all. With her free left hand Brittany snuck two fingers underneath her panties. Not from the top, where the vibrator was doing its work, but from the side, the left leg opening, aiming straight for her open lips.

So much of Brittany's underwear was pulled away from her body now, she had no idea how much of her skin was exposed to Ryan's eyes. But she didn't care. She was getting so close and she wanted her orgasm to rock through her body. While the vibrator did its job, humming along around her clitoris, Brittany allowed two fingers of her left hand to dip inside her pussy. She was so wet and hot that her fingers slid in deep, enveloped by her velvety folds. She grunted with pleasure, closing her eyes and forgetting her surroundings, losing herself to everything but the physical sensation. She dipped the fingers in and up, finding he own g-spot and gasping when she hit it. Having found it she began pumping her fingers in and out over and over again, banging against that perfect little area with abandon.

Ryan was dizzy with pleasure. Brittany was openly fingering her cunt just across the room from him. He couldn't actually see her open pussy because those damn panties were still in the way, but from the way Brittany's hand moved in and out he knew that her fingers were in deep. Her panties were now plastered to the back of her hand, the little ridges of her knuckles outlined perfectly. The crotch of her underwear moved away and then back, away and then back, teasing Ryan mercilessly. He wanted to see her, wanted to know what she looked like, how red and swollen everything was, how wet and glistening her sex was, and what it looked like when she took something as wide as two or three fingers inside her. But his imagination had to make up for the shortcomings. For his part, he looked down and wondered what Brittany could see of him. His entire shaft was thick and pulsing. He'd never felt this hard before, like a rod of iron. His left hand was tired of holding his underwear away, but he was too hesitant to just pull the material down below his balls and expose his entire length to Brittany's eyes.

He knew she must be getting the same occasional almost-glance of his genitals that he was getting of hers. And indeed it was one of these glances that finally sent the girl over the edge. Her pleasure had been building and building, the pads of her two fingers caressing the inner wall of her vagina as they slid in and out. Her breath was high and short, panting like an animal in heat. And finally she spied more of him than she'd seen so far. Ryan's left hand accidentally dropped an inch or two and for one marvelous stroke of his cock Brittany could see the head of his penis jutting up from within his palm. In the flash that she glimpsed it she saw the thickness of his dick, and that beautiful ridge of the head exposed to her. She cried out, threw her head back and pushed her fingers inside herself as far as they would go.

Fireworks exploded behind her eyes while everything else seemed to turn red, heat and wetness flowing freely from Brittany's body. She banged her head backwards into the headboard of the bed once, then twice, unable to contain herself through the explosion. In her own throes of passion she was able to open her eyes halfway and caught a look just as Ryan joined her in completion. He tightened his hand around his cock, pulsing it up and down at the base of his shaft, and without warning a white jet of cum spurted straight up, landing back in his lap where it had come from. The two rode the wave of their orgasms together, Ryan shooting stream after stream of cum into the air and Brittany allowing more and more of her juices soak into the bed beneath her. They moaned and ached together, looking at each other's sex and letting their eyes meet in angry passion. Their faces shared the frustration of denial from one another, but it was overshadowed by the pleasure and fulfillment each had just received.

They came down slowly, the rhythm and pace of their hand movements gradually slowing and stopping. Completely spent, they both lay where they were, their hands still sticky and in their laps. Ryan's hands and underwear were now both covered in ropes of his semen, and Brittany's fingertips still dipped lightly between her labia. They were both exhausted, pleased, and shocked at what had just occurred. Without a shred of embarrassment or regret they just looked at one another, smiling contentedly. Neither wanted to speak and shatter the moment. So they allowed it to just linger and settle over them, the aftermath of their simultaneous orgasm stretching out longer than one could have imagined.

Brittany's eyes rolled back in her head again as she removed her fingers from inside herself. Everything was so flush and sensitive, but there was still so much pleasure to be had. She pulled her hand from underneath her panties, then pulled out the other hand holding her vibrator as well. She clicked it to the off position, then just let her hands fall in her lap once more, not bothering to cover up the wet, messy crotch of her panties from Ryan's view. Ryan's left hand was at his side, his right was still buried in his underwear, curled in a gentle fist around his meat. It was still pulsing and throbbing in his palm, but he had just cum so hard, he knew there would be no quick second round.

They looked at each other, both caught in a confusing haze of sexual fulfillment and uncertain aftermath. Ryan was the first to smile. He couldn't help it, looking at this tiny minx whom he cherished and worshipped both at once. She made him so happy. And seeing her in this bedraggled, post-orgasmic state had a euphoric effect on him. His smile widened and he almost laughed. But Brittany giggled first.

"What?" Asked Ryan, the slightest bit insecure and unsure.

"You're so fucking cute," said Brittany, "sitting there looking at me with a smile on your face and your dick in your hand."

Now it was his turn to laugh. "Well can you blame me?" he questioned. "God you're beautiful."

Brittany rolled her eyes. "I bet you say that to every girl who sits splayed open to you just after she cums." Ryan laughed again and pulled his hand out of his underwear.

"No, I just mean it." He said. "You're fucking gorgeous and sexy, and I can't believe what you do to me." He carefully buttoned his shorts, awkward with his messy hand. "I'm going to clean up." He held his hand out in front of him as he walked to the bathroom, his smile still sly on his face.

"Bring me something to help me clean up too!" she called after him with a laugh. She lay back against the headboard and sighed, looking down at herself again. This was insane... life was insane.

In the bathroom, Ryan smiled inwardly as he washed his hands in her sink. He dried them on a small towel and looked around the bathroom, taking in all the small bottles and products contained in her private space. He never thought he'd be in a space like this. He never thought he'd have a moment with her as intimate as this. He loved it. Loved everything about her. He wet a washcloth with hot water, knowing it would just be perfectly warm when he got it back to Brittany. He emerged from the bathroom, his shorts finally settled back comfortably, and his smile still clear on his face. He came to Brittany's bedside and presented her with the washcloth.

"If I may," he said with a grin as he leaned down to dab at her inner thigh.

"You may not!" Brittany exclaimed with a shriek. "Watch it buddy..." she glared at him playfully as she snatched the towel away. "I'll take care of it, thank you." She wiped both her hands on the cloth and then purposefully arranged the covers back over her legs and lap before she tended to her more intimate places. The warm towel felt absolutely delightful on her thighs, edging up to her already damp panties. She closed her eyes momentarily and imagined how nice it would have felt if she'd actually let Ryan do the cleaning... But it was only a momentary reverie. Now that the lust was abating, her mind was returning to reality, and she knew she could not let him touch her so intimately. It would likely only get things started all over again...

She realized he was still standing beside her, inches away while she wiped her own wetness from her thighs, practically keeping watch. "How about some space, Mister!" She batted him away and he complied, walking around to the foot of the bed with that damn sly smile. He had his hands in his pockets and continued to watch her unabashedly. Brittany huffed in frustrated amusement and quickly finished her tidying under the covers. After a quick moment she was finished and folded the towel on the nightstand beside her, then she folded her hands in her lap and looked up at Ryan demurely.

"All done?" He asked. She nodded. "Good, then here I come." He ran around to the side of the bed, pulling back the covers and sliding in beside her."

"What are you doing?" Brittany exclaimed, frantically trying to escape.

But Ryan managed to slip his arm around her waist and pulled her into him, under the covers. She struggled halfheartedly, but allowed herself to slide across the mattress until her entire back was spooned into his front. She was still tense though. Ryan whispered in her ear, "It's already late. You're going to make me leave soon. What we just did was wild. I want one moment of calm before I have to say goodnight." Though his body was forceful and in control his voice was different, gentle. It wasn't commanding, but closer to pleading. He wasn't telling her. This time he was asking. After a heartbeat of hesitation Brittany answered by letting her body relax. She melted back into him, and as his arms wrapped tighter around her body she knew she'd made the correct decision.